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Zodak watched as he and Seer walked the streets together. Looking for somebody. “What are we doing?” he wondered.
“Helping souls.”
Zodak viewed himself syphoning darkness from many people. He looked around at the chaos in the scene before him. “What’s happening?”
Seer shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“I cannot syphon without safety measures, Seer,” he said to him. “It’s too dangerous.”
He looked at him and nodded. “Seems I'll be your safety measure.”
An ancient fear slithered up in Zodak along with the memory of a taste. Bloodlust. “You don’t sound sure.”
“I am,” he said, still sounding like he guessed.
“There is a light in you that I cannot see,” Zodak remembered. “Is this how you know and yet do not know?”
Seer chuckled. “It is.”
Zodak didn’t understand. “Why are you choosing me?”
“I just am,” he said, again sounding clueless.
“It’schoosing me,” he realized.
“Indeed it is. But I’d choose you too if it was just up to me.”
“Why?” Zodak burned to know.
Seer put his hands in the pockets of his long black coat. “Well…you happen to have a very useful gift for my line of work.” He eyed the image before them. “Plus…we both like you.”
“How do you know this?”
“I just do.”
“You know even as you don’t know.” Zodak marveled again at the conundrum, staring at the little secret smile on Seer’s mouth. He had the sudden urge to grab hold of him and peer beyond this wall, while realizing his head was already in the palms of his hand there behind his stone perch. “Will I ever see this…light?”
He nodded as he flipped the pages and pointed.
Zodak looked, angling his head. “Who is that?”
“The one who will open the door.”
He eyed the sad blue eyes peering at him from a tiny face colored in shades of pain and suffering. “Who is she?” He glanced at Seer, finding his head angled at the image.
“I feel like…she might be our first assignment.”
“Are you guessing these things, Seer?” Zodak marveled.
He gave a hearty chuckle. “More like making a holy hunch.”
He stared again at the girl, his gifts assessing her. “She has much darkness.” He turned to Seer. “Are you a King?”
He angled a secret look and smile at Zodak. “A son of a King.”
That made sense. “And…who is this King? Your Bishop?”
A laugh escaped him. “No. My King is the light you see but don’t see in me.”
