An unusual meeting (CopynPaste, RothMercian)

Pencil Sketch sighed, and started typing, the binary code glinting as he did so,
I've been on few computers. All users that I have met, we did something important. With the first user, we traced criminals. With the second one, we researched medicine. With the third one, we revolted against certain politics. You're the fourth.

So what do you suggest we do? Cika typed. Because although I now understand what you're on about, I have no ideas on what to target.

We could research supernatural. Pencil Sketch typed. As I just found out that there were more races than humans, (yes, I have a 'supposition' coding) I would like to know more on the external races.

Ok, I know a lot on the demons now. Cika typed. As well as the Pegusi race.

Tell me everything. Pencil Sketch wrote, opening his memory bank. He took out the Roth and Mercian files. He started coding it into his body, so that he would react, as if he knew this 'fact'. He opened another memory file, and let Cika answer.

What do you want to know about them? Cika typed, thinking about everything he had learnt about the part demons. He wondered what Shaeman would think if he saw Cika tlaking to a virus, but shut those thoughts out.

Anything you can think of, Cika. It might help me later on.
Pencil Sketch repklied quickly, the memory file finished coding into Pencil Sketch's body, and he turned it off. He kept the other memory file on hold.

Ok, well, the part demons can only have one part of their blood dominant at any time, and my clan chose their more human sides. Sometimes, if they feel too much emotion normally, then their other side takes over until they can contain it again. Cika typed before pausing, wondering what to type next.

Pencil Skecth added the recently typed data into his memory file, instantly coding it into binary. He then typed,
Okay, what else?

Cika thought for a moment.
They have two hearts, He typed, stopping to think again, They normally have discoloured hair and eyes, and really pale skin. Oh, and they can morph into an animal that represents them the best. And they can use magic.

Pencil Sketch added that to the memory. The info was vague, but good enough for a nine year old. Pencil Sketch sighed. He hadn't had company for a long time, and he was a wondering virus, in search of nothing, really. He needed a goal. Something to live off of. Will, this time, he find out what it shall be?

Cika continued to type.
Demons always come in pairs, and one out of every pair has a prophecy to fulfill but they don't tend to be serious unless you have a very powerful demon as a parent... He stopped and thought, remembering the chaos ensuing in the rest of the house at the moment. He didn't really understand it, apart from that it had something to do with Aunt Shadow and a prophecy.
Pencil Sketch, do you know anyhting about prophecy?

Prophecy?
Pencil Sketch typed.
Eh, I know what it is and all, but I was never confronted to one, Cika. Prophecies are mostly riddles or such, that decide destiny and fate. It's pretty complicated, normally. Why?

Because everyone here is running around like headless chickens because of one. I don't really understand why because no one has the time to explain it to me. Cika typed, his face falling slightly. He wanted to be able to help his new family, feeling that he had to prove himself to be as good as the part demons, but he had no idea what was going on.

Ah.
Pencil Sketch thought a moment.
Maybe this'll be read wrong, but do you think the prophecy is written on something electrical? Like another computer? I could...
Well, only if you let me.

No, it's written in a book, and I don't know it off by heart. Maybe you can get access to an online library or something? The book's called 'Dark Demons' and I think that it's under Krathragan. Cika typed rapidly, looking down at the keyboard.

Researching under way.
Pencil Sketch opened up google, typed random things very fast, with 'Karthragan', and 'Dark Demons'. He typed so fast, and he picked out the few sites which seemed to be of a use. He then went onto anagrams, words with typos, etc. In all, he found 10 sites that would be convinient. The windows popped up onto the screen, one by one.
There. It must be in here somewhere.
Pencil Sketch researched for 'prophecy' and key words.

There! Cika typed, clicking on one of the windows. It depicted a page of a book, with the prophecy written there.

On the twelfth moon of the Aquarius Summon
The demon shall be summoned by the presence of the Messenger angel
The demon shall force a union, but will be defeated
Half the power of the demon shall be installed into the union
On the sixteenth moon of the Aquarius summon
Two girls shall be born of the Messenger Angel and the demon
One a Halfling wolf, one a Halfling raven
By the third moon of their birth, the Halfling wolf shall discover her power
And so the prophecy shall begin.
On the night of the 333rd moon of the Halfling wolf
Wolf and demon shall lock in mortal fight
The victor of such shall take rule over darkness
Neither Halfling nor demon shall survive this combat
On the moon following
The silver blood drinker shall cry to the skies
And the light of the world shall fail
The girl of green eyes will be lost to the void.
Pencil Sketch raised one eyebrow.
You sure this is it? It seems kinda... complicated.
Pencil Sketch turned on a deciphering program, scanning the prophecy.
But not too complicated for me.
Pencil Sketch opened the file on Roth and Mercian, and a few things were underligned in red.
There.

Cika read through the files, trying to decipher them himself.
Wait, the 333rd moon is in two weeks...

Two weeks?
Pencil Sketch decripted the prophecy. He wrote the following text:
On the twelth moon of the aquarius summon (no translation here)
Karthragan shall be summoned by the presence of the messenger angel
Karthragan shall force a union, but will be defeated
Half of Karthragan's power shall be installed into the union
On the sixteenth moon of the aquarius summon
Two girls shall be born of the messenger angel
Shadow and Raven
By the third moon of their birth, Shadow will discover her power
And the prophecy shall begin
On the night of the 333rd moon of Shadow
Shadow and Karthragan shall fight
The victor of such will reign on darkness
Neither Shadow nor Karthragan shall live this fight
On the moon following
Vrael shall cry to the skies
And the light of the world shall fall
The girl of green eyes shall get lost to the void.

Pencil Sketch gulped.
Moons are months. One full moon, I think they mean. According to you, the destruction of Earth is pretty much very, very close.

Cika mouthed a swear word, his eyes wide. His mind was racing as he realised why everyone was paniking in the house.
We. Are. Screwed.

You can say that again.
Pencil Sketch's 'terror' code was now activated. Stupid emotions, he thought.
We're not yet dead, are we? Well then, let's get moving.

Any ideas on what THE HELL we're supposed to do about it? Cika typed. The clan's been going mad in an attept to try and stop it, but no one's found any solutions.

Look here, Cika. Don't panic. There's always something to do. I've learnt it the hard way.
Pencil Sketch thought about his creator. He shoved his face into his palm, and looked abck at Cika through the camera.
The encryptions are correct, alas. Pencil Sketch typed, checking through it again.