Chapter 461 - Acolytes (2/2)
Georgine shakes her head at her brother and says, ”It is not that I do not trust you, brother, but I fear for your sake, truly.” Her voice breaks as she closes her eyes and continues ”I remember that time only all too well, Reginald. You were still so full of anger and blood thirst that you accepted the summons of that man in Paris! I saw you return late that evening-.”
Georgine eyes snap open as she stares at her brother with something akin to horror. ”And I knew in that very moment, Reginald, that you had sold your soul to the devil,” Georgine whispered. ”You can lie all you wish, brother, but I remember the blood. All that innocent blood that was shed at your hands, and all the while being accompanied by that infernal cloak!”
Pointing at the very cloak Reginald was wearing, Georgine eyes narrow to slits as she snarls, ”That infernal cloak that is still to this day drenched in the blood of your victims. And I cannot help but wonder now, brother, if everything that has come to pass is not divine punishment for those vicious atrocities, and terrible sins that were committed at your hands?”
Reginald eyes half-close as if numb or tired, before opening fully again. ”Perchance,” Reginald answered,” that may very well be the case. But I will promise you this, Georgine, I am not seeking their approval nor my re-acceptance as an Acolyte.”
”Then why seek them out, Reginald?” Georgine roared. ”What can you possibly gain meeting with them again at this juncture in time?!
”I cannot speak of it now, sister,” Reginald truthfully said. ”But I must learn what I can, whilst I can still move, it is of vital importance.”
Despite seeing her brother's solemn expression, Georgine is not convinced. ”Reginald, I have never doubted you before not even once. But the one who pulled you away at that time was not I, but Sirsa. And even then, it was only until the birth of Eileen that you truly pulled away forever.”
Georgine hesitated for a moment, before saying, ”I know, brother, that the blood of the Percussor's is fully awake inside of you, when in comparison to myself or the children. But, because of that same reason, I fear that you will be led away once again. There is an unquenchable thirst for blood still lurks inside of you, and all that is needed is a single taste, and I fear that you will be lost to us forever, Reginald.”
”I am acutely aware of my own failings, Georgine,” Reginald stiffly answered, knowing full well that younger sister spoke nothing but the truth. But weakness or not, he had a task to fulfill. And he must learn that which he sought at any cost.
Brushing past his sister, Reginald murmurs, ”I will return before morning,” before storming out of the Prince Manor to apparate away on the dark grounds.
Pressing her lips hard enough to hurt, Georgine stares at the figure of her brother that fades away swiftly in the darkness. She should have reached for her wand. But a part of her still wanted to believe in her brother's words despite what her eyes saw. It was a terrible flaw to have to say the least.
With a tired expression, Georgine slumps back down into her seat, and reaches for her wand. Closing the door shut, she silently waits for her brother's return. Even if it took all night, she would wait, and guard the manor until her brother's return. That is all she could do, and she would protect the children if need be even in her brother's stead.