"Holy water... check..."<br/><br/>Now, one would dare the Celestius Manor. Now, one with a greater purpose would have to plumb it's depths.<br/><br/>"Salt... check..."<br/><br/>For those screams inside could have come from people important to him, from his missing family. His seven sisters.<br/><br/>"Cold iron Cross... check..."<br/><br/>He and his family had been plauged by manevolent spirits and demons for centuries. After a nightmare-like childhood, the Youth named Jerico had taken charge of his life, and learned how to banish the creatures that threatened him. But would it be enough?<br/><br/>"That's everything." Sighed Jerico, looking up at the haunted manor. The usual trickle of fear ran cold in the back of his head, but the worry for his family vastly overcame that lone feeling. The youth was on the short side, but thin, with brown hair and grey eyes hidden behind thin glasses. He wore black duster over grey clothing, littered with occult objects, holy signs and warding devices against spirits and demons. Jerico wasn't sure if he had enough, but it was all he could gather in such short notice. With a sigh, the youth walked up to the creaky old house, and carefully tried the door...