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   Chapter 12 A Coincidental Meeting

Resurrect Thy Heart By JMFelic Characters: 14432

Updated: 2018-09-05 21:59


Father Marcus retreated to his chamber as quickly as he could. The whole course of it wasn't simple though for his mind was in a whirlwind. The scenes inside Ysabelle's room just kept popping out of his thoughts like a countdown.

5—

The kiss on her forehead...

He slapped a palm on his face as he sat on a stool near his bed.

4—

Her seeming dislike on his touch...

He cringed upon remembering it.

3—

His lightning-like slip of his cool and calm disposition...

He clenched his teeth in disapproval.

2—

His impatience, the sudden surge of anger, and the burning feeling of his arm and eyes...

He forced a long, deep sigh and tightened his balled up fists.

And

And

1—

And his jaw-dropping confession of their shared kiss...

He huffed and almost butted his head on the wall mirror at his back.

All of it happened in just mere minutes. So fast. So swift. So brutally damaging. For a priest, he sure knows how to make an impression.

Standing up, he took his polo shirt off and dropped it in the stool. Then, he arranged himself in the mattress, lying with his arm pressed on his forehead and his feet still on the floor.

Temper. Temper. Temper.

And desire.

Marcus had been out of his wits having to control these two while inside Ysabelle's room. They were the only culprits of the regrettable scenes tonight. It took him a lot of willpower to reign the emotions in. Good thing he was able to, but he had suspicion that it wouldn't be that easy if he snaps again. There was something that magnified his tamed human reactions the moment he knocked on Ysabelle's chamber door and he was quick to pinpoint them on the demon festering inside him.

Just as he had read in the Demonology book, this particular demon has the ability to enhance the emotions of love and hatred. Although he didn't hate the family or the circumstances that had befallen on him, he was angry about it, and anger was a close relative, so technically it had the same reaction.

The subject of love however was a different case. Totally different. Think of him, a priest, in love of a woman?

'That's just absurd, ' Marcus scoffed at himself after deliberating the word, but that was that. He didn't entertain any thoughts regarding it when he closed his eyes until fell asleep on his bed.

The question about how André was possessed was answered. Finally. Now that explains the podium and the old book on top it. Marcus was no dumb not to realize that the brotherhood had used it to summon the demon. It was also possible that they were using it for the whole month in order to control the entity inside André. That in turn explains why the family had to wait for a month before they called the help of the Vatican. It seems they weren't able to control the demon into their bidding... into what Ysabelle calls 'the greater good'.

But really now. Immortality?

What a cliché reason it was, but a twisted, sordid one.

Marcus didn't blame André for volunteering himself for the cause. He didn't even blame the Master of the House for letting his eldest son do it or the family for keeping themselves out of the issue. He was aware that they were extremist believers of the Priory of Sion, but hell, was it really that necessary to summon a demon for their help?

That's a new question added in his long list. He was supposed to get the answers to all of it after his Question and Answer portion with Ysabelle tonight. He expected it as much, but guess he was wrong.

All thanks to his unexpected big-time crack of composure.

To extract himself out of the woman's room was wise. No, actually, to extract himself out of the Rogratiatto Mansion would be better. So by early morning, although without a restful sleep, his relief was noticeable when he and Father Julien were out of the estate riding a cab going to the Town of Dob?í? and the airport respectively.

Mistress Regina was the only one who wished them a safe trip and bid them farewell. At least through this, the Rogratiatto Family's hospitality would still remain intact. She also handed the white envelope that contained Father Marcus' picture, but in return, he didn't accept it for reasons he didn't explain. Regina just nodded though and stated she'll return the photo back to Ysabelle, who

rewing in between her and the priest.

Ysabelle noticed another weighty glance from Marcus and this caused her to tense up again.

"Yes, I am. I just arrived before lunch, " he answered after briefly smiling. "I am supposed to do an exorcism rite here."

"Oh, the one Father Julien said during our dinner last night?" Mehak elaborated.

"Yes, child. It is."

'Hmmm... what a coincidence, ' Ysabelle commented in her mind. She remained silent all throughout the conversation, letting her niece do the talking.

"How about you two? Why are you here?" Marcus asked, looking at Ysabelle and the girl back and forth.

"School tour Father. I did mention it last night as well right?" Mehak stated with a wide grin.

Marcus paused for a moment and then bobbed his head, remembering that topic during dinner. "Yes, yes. You did, " he said whilst fleetingly glancing at Ysabelle again.

Their exchange broke off when a female teacher called Mehak from the front desk.

"Excuse me Father, Auntie. My homeroom teacher needs me, " she said with a slight bow and a smile, and then jogged away.

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The air around them grew thicker when Mehak left. Ysabelle's heartbeat rose, panicking gradually as she thought of a good opening statement for him.

Now why does she have to stay with the priest when she can always tail her niece and go to the front desk too?

That thought occurred in her, and so without weighing it down, she decided to just inform the priest that acceptable alibi. But, Marcus opened up a dialogue first with a simple question, "I reckon you are here to babysit your niece?"

Ysabelle glanced at him who was now looking at the busy students dragging their bags up in the first floor stairs.

"Uh, that and my photography gig Father, " she answered, managing to sound unperturbed this time. She watched the same scene in their front and then redirected her sight on Mehak who was talking with two teachers. Admiring the leadership her niece showed and the huge trust her teachers had placed on her, it made Ysabelle feel happy and blessed. The girl's parents doesn't even have an idea that their daughter is a born leader.

"Mehak is a lucky girl to have a supportive Aunt like you, " Marcus praised, now staring at her. His words were loud and clear, but for Ysabelle, it seemed like a thin whisper, being that she was too preoccupied and entranced with watching her niece in her tasks.

"I'm not really her Aunt, " she said abruptly, no filtered words whatsoever.

"Come again?" Marcus broke out, his brows creased.

"Huh? What?" Ysabelle, now realizing the grave mistake, waved her hands and shook her head quickly. "Uh, noth—nothing Father. Just a silly blabber. Don't mind it."

She gave him a cheeky smile and a light pat on his arm, but this didn't do well for Marcus though for his brows flexed even more.

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