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   Chapter 23 Revelations and Truths Part 1

Resurrect Thy Heart By JMFelic Characters: 15837

Updated: 2018-09-06 21:58


House of Doubrava

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A shooting headache greeted Marcus when he awoke evening that same day. He cringed because of it and didn't stand up for awhile in order to let the ache pass. However, how was he going to stand up anyway when he found himself bound both hands on each sides of the bed frame? Marcus quickly assessed the situation and thought of one word: danger.

The unknown room that he was in had thick curtains pulled out to let the moonlight pass, but it still had an intimidating, death-threat aura for a number of reasons. One, it had a wooden podium set just a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Two, although Marcus couldn't see, he could bet for sure that there was the same tattered, old book that he saw in the Altar Room of André. Three, gone was his cassock and was replaced with his pants and a new white shirt, buttons undone to reveal his chest. Four, there was a Priory of Sion mark drawn in it. And five, in his right side, sitting in a leather wingback chair with legs crossed was the old, bald man he saw in the Rogratiatto Mansion.

"How are you my priest?" the old man said in an ominous tone after puffing out cigarette smoke from his mouth.

Marcus, furrowing his brows, asked calmly, "Who are you?" He wriggled his hands, trying to loosen the ties in his wrist, but it didn't give an inch of help.

"Well, " the Earl started with a grin, "I am just the head of the Priory of Sion. I am Earl Acklin Doubrava."

Ah, of course, the head of Sion. No wonder Master Alfon was all obedient in front of him that time. Marcus thought out.

"You were there in the Rogratiatto Mansion after I exorcised the demon out of André's body."

"Yes, I was there. I was there scolding Alfon Rogratiatto of his failure."

Putting the cigarette stick in his mouth again, he inhaled the smoke, holding it in for a few minutes then exhaled. Marcus waited for him to continue, wisely deciding to hear everything he could.

Earl Doubrava then stood up, using his cane for support. "Little did I know however that for once he actually did something right."

"Right?" Marcus questioned.

The old man paused near the edge and poked the priest with his cane on the chest where the marking was.

"Yes, by calling an exorcist priest... you, " he answered with delight, "Now, my plans are back on track because of you and the demon inside you."

"Huh, if you plan to call the demon out, you might as well give up. H cannot surface anymore. I have jailed him in his own dimension."

Earl Doubrava shrugged. "As expected of you of course. I am not surprised in that. I mean, you are a half-angel anyway and you have holy powers to bound demons like that hard-to-work-with demon prince of Hell.

"Half-angel?" Marcus, this time, thought he was hearing an absurd word.

Clearly, the Earl was insane.

"Oh! You still don't know your life story right?" Earl Doubrava snickered and ambled back to his chair. "Then give me the privilege to share it with you."

He inhaled the cigarette smoke again until what was left was the butt. He tossed it in a corner and released a brief snort before starting. Marcus, the whole time, just waited.

Bishop Elliot once said that he, who was a babe still, was just left outside the main door of the orphanage house, with a note tucked inside the basket written with his name, Marcus Thayne, and a sum of money enough to cover ten years of his life. There was apparently no trace of the family name whatsoever when Bishop Elliot researched it in the Soren City registry, so he gave up and took the boy in.

During Marcus' life in the St. Therese Orphanage House, never was there a time that he discovered his true birth history. He had lost all hope in finding it, abandoned it even, but here was a man who apparently knows about it and was very willing to divulge the truth to him.

"I ran a background check on you and I have found that you were living for most of your sixteen years in an orphanage, " Earl Doubrava started, clasping both of his hands in his abdomen. "After discovering that, all elements clicked into place, including the blood samples H had willingly gave me straight from your veins."

He then smiled evilly.

"You see here Father Marcus, your biological mother, Iridessa Thayne, is a well-bred, highborn lady. She is from a wealthy aristocratic family in Czech that is a member of the Priory of Sion. Well, you know already that this brotherhood keeps deep secrets even the Vatican doesn't know about right?"

"What is your point old man?" Marcus questioned, feeling anxious.

"My point is, the brotherhood is in possession of a stone; a diamond per se, the size of your hand."

Unconsciously, Marcus glanced at his hand.

"This diamond was retrieved in a crater from an asteroid blast hundreds of years ago in Siberia, Russia. The Popigai crater to be exact. We first thought it was just a rock, but because of our advanced technology, through closer inspection, we discovered that the diamond had an unusual composition and a complex form of system similar to that of DNA in humans."

Marcus' lips twitched. Where was this old man going to anyway? Diamonds and asteroids? There's no connection at all!

"Exhausting its composition, the brotherhood experimented on it in many things, including... in vitro fertilization."

Ah, this old man was making sense now.

"Iridessa was the perfect subject for it. We thought it would be a stupid experiment, but we did it anyway, and guess what, there actually formed a living fetus in her stomach! With human features and all! She became the fetus' biological mother and you, Father Marcus, is that fetus... born out of that remarkable diamond we call now the 'Angel's Stone.' But she in the end turned against us. She actually bonded with you and thought you are her true son!"

Earl Doubrava's eyes widened with twisted amusement, while Marcus had to clench his teeth upon hearing it.

"She escaped from our supervision and disappeared without a trace. I never thought Iridessa would successfully hide you from us, but it seems her hardwork is worthless now huh?"

No matter how legitimate the Earl's statements were, Marcus still kept himself reserved, showing not a single expression to hint what he was feeling. He weighed in all possibilities and had come up with one final realization.

"I assume you thought that the crater was formed because of a fallen angel, right?" he asked, finding the idea absurd but still made a sinking sense. Why else would the Earl call him a half-angel?

"Exactly, " Earl Doubrava curved a smile.

"Then, how can you back that up? What is your evidence?"

"Oh, simply because that fallen angel's name is Asteraoth, or so Mikha'el told the brotherhood a long, long time ago."

"And who is this...Mikha'el? Your witness?"

"Kind of, " the Earl released a knowing smile, "that man is a very important messenger of the brotherhood. Well... was. He suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago. I haven't met this man, but my predecessors say he doesn't age."

"Just like Ysabelle, " Marcus murmured in awareness.

"Yes, exactly. Just like Ysabelle. So you know already that she is an immortal?" Earl Doubrava asked, feeling entertained by the mere fact that the priest didn't seem to struggle with the truth.

"H told me, " was Marcus' easy reply.

"How convenient, " the Earl scoffed, "so you know specifically what I want from you."

Marcus gave an angry expression then. Yes, he knows it well, very very well, but he won't give the old man an upper hand at all. In order to save Ysabelle's life, he won't let the demon surface.

"I'd rather die than to let that demon take over my body again!" he spat, struggling harder from his binds.

"You know that will still happen with or without your willingness right?" Earl countered, holding the head of

his cane now and looked at him confidently. "My conjurer here can do that. It can summon the demon inside you to surface in my presence."

"And let it take Ysabelle's immortality away? Don't involve her in your greedy, power-hungry plans! She is all innocent in this!"

"Oh, but she isn't Father Marcus. Of all the people, she is the one who knows this arrangement very well."

Marcus' eyes bulged. A bead of sweat escaped from his temple, running down to his jaw. "What do mean?" he uttered.

Then as if on cue, from the main door of the room stepped the woman he was looking for. Ysabelle was wearing a white chiffon dress, kind of like she was ready to be sacrificed in a pending ritual. Her eyes were cast downward, but when Marcus yelled she shot a glance on him.

"Ysabelle!"

Both of Marcus' hands clenched.

"Come Milady, " Earl Doubrava urged, softly waving a hand towards the bed, "Won't you meet your savior? I believe you both have met before?" He then snickered; his eyes flickering with mischief, "Too physically even."

Ysabelle, with roughened breaths, glided towards Marcus and stopped near the podium. Their eyes collided, having both conflicted emotions in them.

"Hello, Marcus, " she spoke, trying her best not to spill a tear or even make a sob. It broke her heart seeing this man bound and unable to free himself. It hurt her too that she now stood in his front ready to make lies. This would be the last time she'd be able to see him. If given a chance she would have wanted to make amends with him, probably tell him all of the truth, but she preferred the harder way of saying goodbye just so to make it easier for her to leave him and for him not to grieve when she is gone.

"Ysabelle... why?" Marcus asked, trembling for whatever answer she could make.

Ysabelle chose to be silent, but really, she would have wanted to answer him however cowardly it may sound.

"It is her last wish to become mortal and to die, Father Marcus, " but it was Earl Doubrava who gave an answer ever so frankly. Ysabelle cast her eyes downward again and hauled a deep breath. There it is finally, the revelation. "Won't you grant her that wish?"

"Never!" Marcus answered through gritted teeth. This made Ysabelle gasp and look up. Their gazes connected again. "Ysabelle, do you really wish to die?" he asked, giving her a look of sadness.

"Yes..." was her reply, putting up a barren expression on her face.

Marcus shook his head in disbelief. "But me?" he whispered, "Us?" The last word almost sounded choked.

"I can't—I can't lov—" Ysabelle paused, closing her eyes. She hauled another deep breath and continued, "I'm sorry. I can't love you and you can't too."

"Why? Tell me, why?!" Marcus asked in desperation. "Ysabelle!"

If only he could escape from the blasted bindings, he would have shot up the bed and embrace her... and kiss her... and take her away... far far away from Sion, but he couldn't and there was no other choice left than to wrestle with his bindings relentlessly.

"Now, now, " Earl Doubrava shushed, "Cooperate, Father, so that we can grant her final wish." He raised a hand as a signal and in came Monsieur Perrin carrying a black box.

"No, this isn't because of her... this is because of your wicked desire for immortality!" Marcus continued, disregarding the conjurer's presence. "You have killed a lot of men before André using the demon just in order for you to get her immortality!"

With that, Ysabelle fell stunned and blanched. "Earl? What is he saying?"

The Earl tsk'd and showed momentary anger. It seems that H had shared too much on the priest huh? He took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lighted it with a lighter, puffing out the smoke before replying.

"Those men are necessary sacrifices, my dear. All for your benefit."

"But you didn't inform me about it?!" Ysabelle felt the panic and disappointment going up her throat. She couldn't believe that there were so many men whose souls were devoured by the demon just because of her stupid wish...

But maybe... it wasn't because of it at all. Marcus did mention before that the brotherhood possibly wanted her immortality in the first place, with or without her wish.

"I know you wouldn't permit me anyway if I told you, " Earl Doubrava answered nonchalantly. The conjurer was behind her and was making an evil grin towards him.

"How could you?!" Ysabelle voiced out angry with herself and with the brotherhood. However, no matter what the reason was, she was still the cause of it all. If not of her presence inside the brotherhood's circle, she wouldn't have given them the opportunity to nurture the greed of immortality in their hearts.

"I apologize for that minor detail, Ysabelle, but look where we are right now. You are within reach on your ultimate wish. I know you direly want to end this quickly."

"Ysabelle, no..." she heard Marcus say. She watched as he tortured himself with the rope, making a deep red mark on his wrists. It looked painful, but none of it will even compare to the pain they will come to face if they continue on with their relationship.

"I'm—sorry, Marcus, " she whispered, diverting her eyes away from him.

"Cooperate for her now will you?" Earl Doubrava stated, only to be met with a cold glare from Marcus.

"No, I won't!" he cried, "You said so yourself that I am a half-angel. If that is so, if I can't exorcise it for good, I will do everything in my power to jail this demon inside me."

"Marcus..." Ysabelle breathed, shaking her head in dismay.

"I will not let you die, Ysabelle, " he then said, pleading the words. "I need you. I love you!"

"Monsieur Perrin!" There was suddenly another voice of a man coming from the main door. The intruder stepped inside and revealed himself to be a very angry André with eyes ready to murder someone. "Get on with it."

"Ah, Andre! It's so nice to see you here, " Earl Doubrava remarked.

Good. Now the group is complete. He affirmed in his mind.

"Andre?!" Ysabelle gasped as she turned to look at him. They both exchanged stares; with her showing confusion as to his unexpected presence while André in his own state of jealousy upon hearing the priest's declaration of love.

He turned to look at the Earl then and approached him. "Earl, with your permission, when the demon surfaces, I would like a word with it, " he said once he was a feet away.

"Oh, you want to?" Earl Doubrava's brow rose. He hated interruptions but thought that this kind of interruption would sure be an entertaining one. "Hmmm, okay, but make it quick."

André made a small victorious smile. He turned to face Marcus with a frown, but didn't say anything at all. Marcus did the same, choosing to be silent but deep inside him, he was beginning to wonder if the man has feelings for Ysabelle too.

With a signal from the Earl's hand, the conjurer moved forward and stepped up the podium. He placed the black box on top it and then flipped a page in the old demonology book; the one that provided the spell of summoning the demon in the Human Realm.

Everyone watched as the events unfolded, including Marcus who was trying to summon his own half-angelic powers. To keep the demon chained in its own dimension was his best bet in winning against their plan. He wasn't going to let the demon suck out Ysabelle's immortality knowing she'd die after it. He was willing to give all that he had in order to ensure their failure, however he didn't expect that he would lose the battle so soon.

With the combination of the conjurer's summoning words directed on the Sion mark on his chest and H trying to pull Marcus back to its black dimension using the tattoo in his arm, he was easily overtaken. He fell unconscious and moments later, H surfaced with a wide smile on his face and his skin releasing a violet haze.

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