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   Chapter 21 Complications of the Heart

Resurrect Thy Heart By JMFelic Characters: 17818

Updated: 2018-09-05 22:38


Two years ago

House of Doubrava

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"Lady Ysabelle, " Earl Doubrava took the woman's right hand and kissed its soft skin, "it is good to see you again."

Ysabelle gave a light smile. "Earl, good day."

She watched as the head of the Priory of Sion sat on a solo sofa chair, waiting for him to gesture the same to her at the opposite one across the desk. She did when he raised a hand whilst saying, "Please do sit Milady."

They were in a drawing room at the first floor of the enormous house. One bodyguard was seen stationed at the entrance of the door and another one opposite him. The room had a welcoming atmosphere; draped with thick yellow curtains and adorned with little crystal chandeliers on each sides.

Behind the Earl's back stood a man wearing a red robe and a hood covering his face. Ysabelle was cautious of him, but chose to ignore his presence and focused on the powerful man she had meant to visit.

"Uncle Alfon told me that you want to talk to me?" she asked directly. She was wearing her usual ensemble: sneakers, a tee and faded jeans amidst being assigned in a wealthy family who can afford her designer clothing.

"Yes, Milady, I do. It is about a breakthrough I have found on how to fulfill your last wish."

Ysabelle's eyes brightened. "Really?" She clasped her hands together hoping that she heard it right.

"Yes, I am happy to inform you that we finally found a way, " answered the old man with confidence.

"Tell me now please, how?" Ysabelle, with bated breath, urged. As long as she can remember, the brotherhood had been very accommodating to her needs. Each head of the Sion gave their all in order to show her that she was a very important woman in the history of mankind. All of her wishes were granted, except for one; the one wish she asked after a millenia of life. It was pending as no Sion head knew of how to grant it, but now it had come to this, finally. She couldn't hold back the tremble of her hands waiting for the man's reply.

"Before that, I need to introduce you to a friend of mine. A conjurer." Earl Doubrava flicked his finger to invite the hooded man forward and the latter did so almost immediately, standing near the Earl's right side. "He is Monsieur Perrin, a famous conjurer in his country, France. He is the one who discovered a way, Milady."

The conjurer bent his head in acknowledgement and proceeded to pull the hood off. It showed how wrinkly his face was, almost comparable to the Earl's, but he had an untrimmed mustache around his mouth. "Lady Ysabelle, I am glad to have finally meet you. You who is the most holy of women; the immortal one, " he greeted and he would have wanted to kiss her hand too, but the woman clamped her hands down tightly.

"S'il vous pla?t couper les titres, Monsieur. Je suis mal à l'aise, " ("Please cut the titles, Monsieur. I am uncomfortable with it.") Ysabelle replied in fluent French.

The man was taken aback, but nevertheless smiled a toothy smile. "Oh, mes excuses, Milady." ("Oh, my apologies, Milady.") He lowered his head again and politely bowed low.

Earl Doubrava interrupted them with the clearing of his throat. "Anyway, Monsieur Perrin found out that we need to summon a demon that has the power to suck the immortality out of your soul."

Ysabelle frowned. Did she just hear it right? "A demon?"

"Yes, a demon, Lady Ysabelle."

"Why? Aren't there a way we can do it with the help of the Heavenly Realm? Since this immortality of mine was given by the Heavens, why not ask for their help? I'm sure conjurers have that same ability to summon angels."

Ah, angels.

Like the two angels she had met a long, long time ago but suddenly disappeared. The one the brotherhood calls as the Sion messenger, Mikha'el, and the one whom she called her own guardian angel, Aestaroath.

If these two existed, then that only means one thing: the Heavens were just within reach.

It was Monsieur Perrin that answered her directly, releasing calculated breaths. "It seems the Holy Ones aren't as cooperative as we want them to be, Milady. Angels are very cautious with showing themselves to humans."

Ysabelle's brows rose. It didn't seem like that with her guardian angel at all. Aestaroath may have been invisible to other humans, but to her, it was easy and he even became her good friend. Until he suddenly disappeared that is...

"Unfortunately, I can't summon an angel to help us. My powers are only limited to the dark ones, Lady Ysabelle. We only just need for the demon to possess a human body so that we can manipulate it to do our bidding, specifically to take your immortality away just as you requested."

Ysabelle shook her head just hearing a human body involved in it. She stared at the Earl with doubt and said, "I...don't think that's a good idea, Earl Doubrava. Playing with fire...isn't right. Demons are opportunistic creatures. One might do what we order it to do, but that doesn't mean it has a sinister plan of its own."

"Then would you rather live this kind of life?" Earl Doubrava's left hand curled into a tight fist under the table. He was angry with her response but didn't show it through his well-practiced smile and worrying facade. "You said so yourself dear that the loneliness is unbearable. Look at you

's okay. You don't need to do that, " he smiled and patted the girl's head. "Anyway, I did say I will visit your older brother right? So, I might be able to talk to your Aunt there when I visit."

The girl smiled sweetly and nodded. "Okay, Father. See you there then."

"Yes, see you."

Mehak turned around and waved him a goodbye. Marcus waved back and smiled, although it was with a heavy heart.

"Ysabelle, why?" his thoughts questioned, confusion lingering inside him.

He waited for the bus to leave and when it did, he ascended the stairs towards the third floor, but he didn't go directly to his room. He visited the empty room of Ysabelle first. Luckily, it was unlocked. He went inside and found that everything was in order, including the note that he left for her at dawn... including the dolphin paperweight and the pectoral cross.

He took the necklace and wore it around his neck. This was going to be his last use of the sacred object as he had already decided to leave the life of priesthood once he returns back to Italy. He was going to do it for Ysabelle in order for them to be together.

When he went back in his bedroom, what he did first was to make a call of his long-time friend and now-family, Aurora Alexis Clave. He took the hotel phone near the bed and dialed the number of the Traugott Residence hoping to talk to his mentor, but a pre-recorded voice immediately answered him.

Hi! This is the Traugott Residence. Aurora speaking. We are still in an out-of-town trip. Please leave your message after the beep.

"Big Sis, " he started, "It's me, Marcus. I need to talk to Father Azrael about som—"

But then, his voice cut off when he felt a strong blow of something hard in his head. He didn't have time to see who his attacker was as he fell unconscious onto the bed, face first.

An old man hiding in the walk-in closet emerged after he was signaled by a man in black suit to come forward. He was holding a cane, steadying his balance with it as he ambled towards the lying priest.

"Now, look what we have here, " Earl Doubrava stated, showing a wide grin, "If I didn't check on the blood samples H had given me yesterday, I wouldn't have guessed that it is you... my long lost experiment. My half-human, half-angel. I am glad to have finally found you."

From his fanny pack, the bodyguard took out a tuberculin syringe that contained a transparent liquid. He grabbed the priest's left hand, inserted the needle in a visible vein and injected the sedative drug with ease.

Earl Doubrava raised his cane to poke on Marcus' back and tattooed arm, examining him with pleasure. "You have grown big now...and strong. No wonder you were able to house the demon huh? And no wonder you were able to suppress its control over you."

Signalling his bodyguard to turn the priest supine, he raised his cane again after it and poked on Marcus' chest.

"Prince Haien!" he called, "Can you hear me? Marcus is drugged and unconscious. Can you surface now?"

But there was no answer then. The Earl immediately knew what it meant. Marcus had the demon locked in its own dimension and it needed the help of the conjurer to be freed.

"Shit, if not only for what I need you for I wouldn't want to summon you back in this world again, " he mumbled to himself as he turned his back from the bed. "Bound this priest and take him to O?ech, " he ordered to his bodyguard, "Call Monsieur Perrin too and tell him to prepare the necessary equipment... including our very own immortal woman."

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