Impact!

The black minivan screeched to a halt outside Laura's house. Former? Perhaps. But now she had to take back the house.

The Inquisitor stepped out first, carrying a small briefcase and somw sort of Warhammer in his hands. Laura followed him. Before leaving, the inquisitor asked if she knew how to handle weapons. Laura grew up in Texas before she met her husband. Did she know how to handle weapons? Oh yeah! Undoubtedly!

As a result, she got her hands on a strange pump-action shotgun. What made it strange was the huge caliber, combined with her patron's assurances that the recoil would be low. In addition, she received a real broadsword of the 16th century on her belt, containing the relics of some saint in the hilt. Laura didn't know how to fence. But, in the end, she was not going to fencing with anyone.

Approaching the house, Laura saw one of the rockets fired by the drone: having stuck into the ground, it opened up, releasing a spring flagpole, on which a thin silk sheet now fluttered in the wind, covered with calligraphic Latin.

"Prayers from the apocryphal psalter" - the inquisitor threw casually - "They are not available to the laity, because they are very specific and call on Him by name. They allow forbidding a witch or a warlock to leave the perimeter."

"Yeah," Laura muttered, a little dumbfounded.

The door, secure as Laura's family had always thought, was swept away by the Inquisitor with a single swing of a huge warhammer, which flared with a blue glow at the moment of impact. Laura, as if with her skin, heard the singing of the Angles at that moment ... Or something very similar to it.

Almost the whole family was in front of them - all of them, except for Peter, gathered in the living room.

Angie's face was still covered in her neighbor's semen, and she sat at the witch's feet, clinging to them and wrapping her arms around them.

Kelly sat on the couch and ate a bucket of popcorn.

Mark... Laura saw Mark for the first time after a year of separation. Mark did not look like a teenager, but like an adult young man. And, obviously, thanks to Laura's work, he was gay: painted nails, lipstick, frilly clothes... Mark sat in the second chair and sawed his nails, pursing his filler-filled lips.

"What does this invasion mean! By what right do you break into my house?!" exclaimed Camilla, who clearly understood everything, but was trying to "play the fool" in order to gain time and find a solution.

"You know, witch! You know very well!" Laura gritted through her teeth.

"La... LAURA?! You... You know, you've changed a lot.... Honestly, I would never have known to meet you just on the street. What a combination - a whore in a suit. Didn't you have enough? Barely freed. and came running for more?" - It seems that Camilla finaliy realized that portraying "holy innocence" would not work and went on the offensive, starting with intimidation.

"Mom, who is this strange lady?" Mark asked Camilla.

"She's sexy. I'd fuck her if she wasn't so mean. Madame, let's put your shotgun away and I'll lick you for it!" Angie said to her.

"Yum-yum-yum," Kelly said, licking her greasy fingers.

"Witch, you know that you are doomed. However, you can do the last good deed, sincere repentance, which, perhaps, will allow you to go to purgatory instead of hell. Free these children. Give them back their former bodies and their former lives and I I will grant you an easy ****. Otherwise... You should know what awaits you otherwise...".

"Fire at parting and eternal fire later.." The witch's face turned gray, but her eyes began to glow - "Do you really think that I will make any agreements with you?! You have been chasing my family for centuries, you are killing us by burning on it your "holy flame", **** in which lasts hours and burns out souls. It is not for you to teach me repentance and mercy. My children! These people want to kill your mother! Protect me! Hurry!"

Laura winced. She subconsciously waited for such a move, but to the end she hoped that this would not happen. However, it was impossible to retreat. She slung the shotgun over her back and drew her broadsword. She wil won't chop, oh no The broadsword has an unsharpened side. “Sometimes, in order to save a child, you have to take up the whip,” she recalled the words from Scripture.

“Mom, what are you doing! I’ll ruin my nails!” Mark whined manneredly, slipping out of the chair and crawling somewhere towards the kitchen.

And the inquisitor and Laura and Camilla followed him with somewhat dazed glances.

"No, no, no. True, let's go without me. You yourself taught me - I was created for love and only for love. To make love and not war. I pass." Angie got unstuck from the legs of her "mother" and retreated after her brother.

"Yum-hrum-chuwk," Laura said as she stuffed another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

The expression on Camille's face was absolutely priceless.

Laura also batted her eyelashes a couple of times, and then... She began to laugh hysterically.

"Wow! It was necessary to overdo it with your witchcraft! Camille! Throwing me out - you were left with amazing, amazing children! Smart, loyal, loving! I think you could switch them to yourself with your magic! Make them your favorite and loving children! But no! Instead, you just twisted and corrupted them, poisoned their bodies, and got... Oh Heaven! You got what you fully deserved!" - Laura straightened up with difficulty and wiped her tears from laughter. Yes, what was done to her family was tragic. But she had already come to terms with this, hoping that the Holy Apostolic Catholic Church could find a method of healing for them, just as their messenger had already brought Laura back to life. But the instant karma that covered the vile witch was the very embodiment of the irony of Heaven.

"But.... But... But...." Camille seemed to just not be ready to believe what had just happened.

The Inquisitor stepped forward and raised his hammer...

And at that moment a shot rang out. Peter was staggering on the top landing. From his hands fell to the ground Ar-15, once a gift from Laura's father.

And the inquisitor quietly settled on the ground ....