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DEFY THY LORD AND UNEXPECTED CHALLENGE
~DARK LORD SAINT~
“But they mocked the messengers of God, despising His words and scoffing at His prophets until the wrath of the LORD against His people was stirred up beyond remedy.”
2 Chronicles 36:16
“Father!T-T-The clouds! They’re hindering our prayers from reaching our Lord!”
“PRAY HARDER!”
“Y-You don’t understand, Father Christopher! The more we pray to our Savior, the stronger the darkness is becoming! The clouds have since doubled in five minutes of praise and worship. It’s making our predicament far wors—”
“The Devil seeks our failure, for us to forsake our Lord, Heavenly Father! Do not argue with me, for I’m a messenger of God! Return to the chapel and continue the hymns with the worshippers and choir members. Our desperate cries for salvation will be answered! We will be spared from the scorching Rapture that lays upon us.”
“Y-Yes, Father!” The scurrying sounds of his footsteps were followed by the shut of the metal door.
I fought every fiber of amusement as I continued to blend perfectly with the shadows that embraced my return. It had been far too long since I’d taken this form of immense power, and it was probably going to be a lot harder to return to my weakened state of being a hybrid.
But I don’t need to worry about that now.
“FUCK!” The curse was followed with the sound of shattering glass as the man draped in white pushed the rows of mini Communion glasses to the floor.
I was sure they were reserved for the morning mass that would have commenced with the acceptance of wine and the daily bread of the Lord on Christmas Day, but those plans were up in flames—like the rest of the fucking city.
Oops. I guess the Lord will want to speak to me about that one.
The ring of a phone caught my attention. My eyes lingered on the frantically pacing Christopher, who managed to fumble his phone out of his pocket as if his life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
"Arthur! How dare you ignore my fucking calls when we’re in a crisis? Can’t you see what’s going on in the heart of our city?”
He came to a dramatic stop—all his concentration on listening to what Arthur had to say on the other end. Using my heightened sense of hearing, I caught onto his words with ease.
“Well, due to a change of circumstances, I had to review the playing field.”
“Review the playing field?! This whole thing was YOUR idea. You kidnapped De Luca to offer her sinful corpse to the Vile Queen! With our assistance, which included funding and the fucking transportation, you agreed not only to deposit quadruple the amount we lent you for this mission but guaranteed to give us the blood roses we require to replenish our chalice!”
Ah. That Chalice of Sin. It’s been a while since I’ve laid eyes upon that symbolic cup of fake gold.
“I think you’ve misunderstood our original agreement, Christopher.” The oozing taunting in Arthur’s voice was something I would have applauded if he were on our side. “Or do you not understand how things work when you request my services?”
“I read every word in that blood oath contract and THIS was not a part of the results promised to us! Do you think this is some sort of joke?!” Christopher snarled before adding, “And it’s Father Christopher! You will at least put respect on the title I earned from the Lord Almighty Himse—”
“Blah. Blah. Blah.”The repeated words no longer came from the other end of the phone line. The husky voice contained a sense of quietness and yet carried the presence of a megaphone.“You pathetic humans value titles the same way as soldiers value their flimsy weaponry in the heart of war.”
I couldn’t help but admit how intriguing it was to witness the way Christopher froze up at those words; his body was as rigid as a wall while beads of sweat already began to form upon his wrinkled forehead.
Those lines of fear upon his aged face confirmed he’d fucked up—and the power radiating from behind him only accentuated the fact that he was the type to talk shit about anyone from afar, but the moment they entered the room for a lovely confrontation, he suddenly sang a completely different tune that was far from combative.
Cowardly, two-faced bastard.
The shadows couldn’t play the waiting game, and their retraction only revealed the new arrival in our midst.
“You remind me of one,”Arthur hummed into Christopher’s ear as his eyes of sky blue twinkled in delight even though it was all a façade—his true intentions and emotions were hidden beneath a blanket of joy.“A soldier holding a rifle in preparation to fight, only to find out that the very surface he walks upon is riddled with land mines that are ready for one slight pinch of pressure to explode.”
His blonde hair glimmered in the ray of illumination that shone down from a few generated lights. My interference had surely cut off their electricity supply which was why they were using generators to keep the cathedral decently lit.
