5 Mystic Superpowers (2/2)
”Yes, my child. The Executor of Holy Light already informed me of your coming, in fact, the young man they sent has just left after informing me. They said you were rescued during the yesterday patrol, thank the lady they were close by during your time of need, any help is important during these times, regardless of the source.” The priest bowed in the direction of the altar, not forgetting to show his reverence to the goddess.
”Yes, father. The Goddess be praised.” Even if he wasn't the most pious of believers, he wasn't ashamed of praising the Goddess, in fact, he felt he should come to this place more often.
That's dangerous, that's why I stopped coming here, this place makes me want to pray… Wait! Maybe this is an effect of this weird fog!? I've always wondered why this place is enshrouded by fog all the time, maybe it's purpose is to make people come here more often… He felt like he discovered a secret he shouldn't have pried into! He felt a sliver of cold sweat drifting down his back, he wanted to get out of there immediately!
”As they said, you arrived; If I remember right, they said you became Marked during yesterday's events, is that right?” Father Charles said, worry evident in his voice.
”Yes, and even after going home, I buried myself in all kinds of books concerning mysticism, I-I want to understand better the things that are happening around me!” Garett said, his voice rising as he put forth his conviction.
”Oh, young man, books of the subject; there are too few that aren't gibberish. We usually contain the information, as to not expose too many people to the occult.” The priest patiently explained, not impatient at all.
That old Executor said something similar, the churches don't want a sudden influx of Marked people, that'd create chaos… He remembered what Lurmon said before about the subject, it seemed to be something all churches acted by.
”I've also heard the patrolmen talking about a ritual after I was… subjected to some kind of weird interrogation.” Garett added under his breath, as Charles's eyes got increasingly more piercing.
”Oh, they interrogated you? And even revealed information about the rituals? My child, you should know that, as a believer of the goddess, they had no right to interrogate you, your case should have been forwarded to us.” Father Charles shook his head, in an obvious attempt to hide his indignance. ”But no matter, as for the information pertaining to rituals, the members of the clergy have a way to connect to the gods, as as such we receive some special… boons, as to protect the mortal land we live.”
Then, that means I made a contract with some god? And as such was granted these 'boons' that come in the form of my newfound abilities? Garett pieced the information together with his previous knowledge and came to a conclusion.
”In that way, we can fight the creatures of darkness known as mutants, maintaining peace in the domain of the gods.” As the priest finished his explanations, he walked to a cupboard on the corner, picking up an old chalice.
Oh lord, will I be subjected to another round of questioning? This thing looks as remarkable as that old scale! His smile twitched with indignance, he had already been interrogated once!
”Please, come closer, my child. The goddess will cleanse you of your worries.” Having been urged by the priest, he couldn't possibly back off!
”Y-yes father, am I being investigated again?” He said, not bothering to hide the discomfort while looking at the chalice.
”Oh, yes, you were subjected to the brutish method of the Executors, right? You don't need to be afraid, I only need a drop of your blood.” Not waiting for a reply, Father Charles suddenly approached and took his hands, forcefully prickling his thumb with a needle and drawing the blood to the chalice.
Woah! And you call them brutish!? At least they gave me some time to prepare… Garett noticed that he complained a lot in recent times, maybe he needed to reconsider his intent on mixing with this kind of people.
Father Charles kept quiet for a while, patiently watching the insides of the chalice as if there was a fascinating theatre play happening on its bottom.
”Hmmm… Interesting, let me explain to you. Your blood is directly connected with your spirit, and it records everything you've been through. Or at least, what your spirit went through.” Charles said while stowing away the chalice.
My spirit!? He can see everything recorded by my spirit? That means even the things I can't remember from the week before!? Maybe even the book… Garett felt a chill and suddenly felt tense.
”Yes, your spirit, ” Father Charles continued, as if aware of the thoughts running through his mind, ”But there seems to be a lot of information missing, related to the things pertaining to the investigations. As if it wasn't your spirit that dwelt in your body, but another's.”
As if another spirit inhabited my body? That means… Something like possession? That would explain why I can't remember anything… Garett felt enlightened but felt that it wasn't completely right, why did the possession suddenly end? And he couldn't remember anything that would let him be possessed.
”P-possession!?” He shrieked, trying to muster all the acting skills he had!
”It is possible, even if doubtful. In any case, we need to make arrangements for you, as we can't let you walk around without supervision.”