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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 4

Tw: mild Swearing, mild suffocating, stealing?

Summary: Jesse and her father visit a church

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Jesse followed the man through the castle's gloomy hallways. The ceiling was high, and so far away, she could barely make out its blurry outline.

The hallway in itself was about five meters wide and reminded her of a maze in its seemingly never-ending eternity. 

Every few meters, there seemed to be yet another tunnel-like corridor, branching out from the main one like a horribly tall tree.

The man was silent, unnaturally so, but then again, every single thing about him seemed strange and, for a lack of a better word, artificial. Jesse had already figured out that he wasn't human, but presumably demonic in nature. Despite being a demonology student, she couldn't figure out what exactly he was. Possibly an Upiór?

"Hey uh," Jesse picked up her pace, noticing she had stayed behind "what are you, exactly?"

If the man was surprised by how straightforward she was, he didn't show it. He didn't even turn around to look at her.

"The name's A'graeth" he said flatly, as if he was waiting for her to ask "Welcome to my castle"

There was something eerily familiar to the man, like he was an old friend of Jesse's. She, however, doubted that.

They finally stopped in front of a huge mahogany door with a golden handle. A'graeth unceremoniously opened it and entered the room. Jesse followed.

It looked like a nursery. The walls were covered in some nice, flower print wallpaper, with a giant window on the wall in front of them. Silky red curtains framed it nicely, cascading down à la  waterfall of blood. In front of the window was a rug, and on top of it stood a crib with a mobile hanging above it. It was made of five little birds, and some feathers. It looked handmade.

It was a pleasant surprise, considering she expected either a torture chamber or a dungeon.

"Come" he said, his voice still monotone

There was a rocking horse on the left, and some shelves on the right, which Jesse deemed unimportant.

She headed straight for the crib, and without hesitation slid her hand across its wooden frame. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes again she saw three people in the room with her. 

A man, dressed in a black dress shirt tucked into leather pants,  with a burgundy-ish camisole from the earlier mentioned material. He had knee-high boots, and a belt with a sword attached to it. His shoulders were covered by a dark cape that reached his ankles. His hair was black, shoulder length, and wavy, his eyes — dark, like the sky before a storm.

Next to him was a woman, with hair that reached her waist in a majestic cascade of fiery red curls. Her skin was the color of honey, and covered in hundreds of freckles. A tiara made of thin wire and pearls sat on the top of her head. 

Her small frame was encased in the emerald green silk dress she wore. It was floor length, with an off-shoulder neckline. Her arms were covered by see-through bell sleeves. Her slim neck was decorated by a delicate gold choker. She—just like the man—had a cape, but hers was made of gold-white fur.

She was holding something in her arms, and after a while Jesse realized it was a small child, probably a few months old, swaddled in a blanket made of a fabric in a similar color to her dress.

The woman was looking at the little child lovingly with her furiously green eyes, and humming quietly.

The man leaned over her shoulder, and, putting his arms around her, whispered: "She's beautiful, love" 

The woman smiled, keeping her eyes fixed on the  infant. "Yes, she is," she said "Our lī jen" 

The woman approached the crib, and gently placed the child in it, covering her with another blanket.

She turned to the man, still smiling 

"Hello?" Said Jesse, unsure if she wanted someone to answer her

The man abruptly turned his head in her direction, his face full of something she couldn't quite place. It was unsettling. 

For a second the whole room seemed to flicker out of existence. Then it reappeared for a short second, only to disappear yet again.

Jesse jumped, looking around, startled.

Everything was consumed by darkness so thick you could slice it with a knife. Jesse however did not have that privilege.

She turned around, scanning her surroundings. Soon she realized she could see a faint red glow, coming from a figure standing still. She slowly approached it, making sure to be as quiet as possible.

After further investigation the figure turned out to be the black-haired man. He was staring at her, his eyes suddenly looking empty, like he had no soul.

And that's when she realized who he was. A'graeth. Does that mean he had a family? She thought, What happened to them?

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. None of the people earlier seemed  to notice her, and the whole thing appeared to be just a projection of some sort. Up until A'graeth turned to her, looking as if he knew she was there, staring at them.

She stopped, dead in her tracks. This didn't seem like a good idea anymore. Not like she had any others.

Luckily—or, more likely, unluckily—for her, A'graeth reached out with his hand, and placed it on her forearm.

She felt the world disappear, all she could sense was cold, and the fact the air around her seemed to shake. 

It all lasted for less than a second, and then she was back in the nursery.

This time it looked awful. 

The wallpaper was torn, the curtains lay on the floor, ripped to shreds. The crib was scorched, the wood burned down almost completely. The rocking horse was thrown haphazardly across the floor, its insides torn out and laying in a heap next to it. 

The only thing that seemed relatively untouched was the mobile above the crib. 

Jesse approached it, and took one of the birds in her hand. Sure, the feathers started melting at the edges, but the rest looked fine.

She heard a noise behind her, and turned abruptly.

In the doorway, on the stained rug, stood A'graeth.

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Hello, welcome to the land of shitty WiFi and broken Google docs.

Anyway, my school had started and I'll have to focus more on learning cuz it's the final year and tbh I'm not really happy with it.

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