Something ends, something begins...

... She was sitting in a cafe and chatting with a spoon in black as tar coffee. Her wet raincoat hung on a hanger along with an old-fashioned wide-brimmed hat.

The familiar holster was in plain sight, but her whole appearance, her aura made even the police officers who dined a couple of tables away from her look away.

On the lapels of a white blouse (not so white anymore, by the way) dried blood stains turned brown. Not her, of course.

She finally took a sip of coffee. It turned out, as it always does in American eateries: watery and unpleasant. She chuckled with half her mouth - getting used to the perfect coffee in the Vatican - it's hard to drink American coffee again.

Leaning back on the high back of the sofa, she allowed herself to sink into her own thoughts...

... She was brought out of oblivion by the already familiar feeling of warmth. She opened her eyes and saw Richard's face in front of her. The Inquisitor saw that she opened her eyes, and, unexpectedly even for himself, he grabbed her and pressed her to his chest, burying his face in her hair.

"I thought I lost you" - "I thought I lost you!" they muttered in unison...

...

Richard was saved by the same old-fashioned coat. It turned out to be reinforced with hidden armor. An assault rifle bullet couldn't kill him. But she managed to break his ribs and send the paladin of the Holy Church to a knockdown.

Richard rarely made mistakes. This time he made a critical mistake. Only Heaven knows how love develops. And only they can send it.

Feelings flashed between them almost instantly, even in that motel. Richard was afraid to admit it to himself, but as he walked towards the house, he was already more afraid for her than for himself. And therefore - he watch the witch more, not taking into account Peter's variable in the equation.

He came to in the last seconds of the witch's life. He rushed to help, but almost passed out again - a broken rib pierced into a lung ....

And the witch burn up .. And ceased to exist ...

Laying hands on yourself and on the girl and reading the prayer of healing was already a matter of technique ...

***

... The power of the Vatican was amazing. It cost them certain labors to catch and subjugate the offspring distorted by witchcraft. The way they went through customs... Well, a separate film could be made about this. It would be a tragicomedy.

However, everything ended well...

However...

However, the family was not reunited. Because while flying to the Vatican, not yet knowing whether it would be possible to heal the children, she already understood what her whole future life would be devoted to.

At the Holy See, already after the healing, her children came to the same decisions.

The Congregation of the Holy Faith has new Hunters.

Three of them still needed to grow up. Monasteries and the restoration of the psyche, which suffered under the influence of a witch, were waiting for the children. But it was only a temporary phase. Next - the seminary, its closed wing. And the inquisition.

Laura was just waiting for a grueling workout.

She has already shown herself to be a fighter, with a firm, unbending will.

And, of course, with a warm, fatherly smile, the Pope remembered to them and Richard "the letter to the Corinthians."

And the Pope married them.

***

Richard returned to their table, carrying the order. The kitchen was disgustingly slow.

"Tomorrow - we are returning to the Vatican. He - wants to receive a personal report on today's defeat of the nest of the undead. At the same time, we will see the children. Mark wrote that he passed demonology with an A" - Richard smiled warmly

"I hope you didn't tell him?" - Laura made a stern face, could not stand it and laughed.

Richard gently kissed her, and she hugged him back and put into the kiss not only tenderness but also passion. Yes, her body was completely cleansed of all traces of the witch's intervention, all tattoos were removed and all damage was cured. And yet, one reminder remained ... And it very often prevented both of them from sleeping well ...

They finished their order and left...

Somewhere else, witches and warlocks, vampires and necromancers raged...

The Inquisition was not as big as it should have been, but its agents tried to protect people everywhere.

This was their service to Heaven.

And Heaven took care of its warriors....

The End