"I see you've still not gotten over your jealousy streak, have you?" Minerva taunted, "It seems you have something for everybody who happens to be stronger than you are" "Are you suggesting that I am jealous of the that reject? Don't you dare compare me to the likes of that man!" Cyrus yelled out. It would be considered scandalous to ever compare him to the likes of Marcelo.It was clear Marcelo had evidently gotten stronger, the fight and the weapon he'd just watched minutes ago proved it, however Marcelo was still nowhere near his level, he was still a mediocre when compared to the might of Cyrus Quinn.Minerva scoffed lightly at her brother's words, he had no idea what the true intentions of the family was."Have you ever wondered why nobody is ever ordered to harm Marcelo, even though he keeps causing trouble for the family?" Minerva questioned the visibly enraged man before her."What on earth are you trying to say?" Cyrus inquired. His curiosity has risen, and now he wanted ans
Sebastian sat alone in the big house all by himself. Rebecca was out for a night exorcism, and Marcelo had travelled a day earlier. He had no idea on what to do with his free time, and nothing important seemed to come to his mind.His eyes lingered to the same spot where Michael's body laid dead over a week ago. He didn't know why it thought it was such a good idea, but Sebastian decided to try something new. He could tell if a spirit or a demon was here by touching the remains of the spiritual essence that lingered around the area. He had no idea if it would work for ghosts or dead people, but he decided to try it anyway.He placed his hand down the cold hard floor and closed his eyes. He was scared, but yet his entire body screamed for him to continue. He wanted to withdraw from the event, but his hand was unyielding. He felt nothing, no single spiritual essence remained within the walls of this building, and he could guess Marcelo was the reason why.High concentration of spiritual
Without another thought, Sebastian raced back towards his exorcism teacher. the demon here was no small one, and inside the body of a priest who were overflowing with soul essence there was no telling just how much more powerful it might have become.He raced back into the room he'd just been dismissed from, and luckily father Clinton was still around, tidying up the room."What is boy? What's troubling you?" The priest asked."Demons...Are inside....The church" Sebastian relayed amidst gasps for air. "A priest is possessed" He added after he had regained himself a little."What are you talking about boy? Do you not know how grave those accusations are?" "I'm telling the truth, somebody is really housing a monster in this place" Sebastian repeated with every ounce of courage and assurance. It was rare finding a possessed priest, so he didn't blame father Clinton for having his doubts. "Are you certain of what you're telling me boy?" The priest asked for clarification, pointing finge
"Pesky exorcists, they got what was coming for them!" The fleeing demon commented amidst a wild cackle Outside it's host, It's voice wasn't as demonic as Sebastian had expected. It was almost man like with scaly skin and and reddish black skin. Two immature horns stuck out of its head and it's eyes glowed bright red. It looked multi jointed, and could easily bend itself without fear of breaking any part of itself.It was now free from the posture he had sighted it in seconds ago, and made a quick leap towards the only visible exit out of the room. It was taller and bigger in size too, almost reaching the same height as his master, Marcelo Quinn Giving into his rage, Sebastian felt an ominous pulsation ripple through his veins, at this point he felt as though he was capable of doing anything. There was this innate knowledge about every existence that he had no idea how he had acquired. This knowledge was still strange to him, but it didn't matter as long as he was able to use them to
"I still don't remember. Who are you again?" Sebastian repeated while taking calculated backward steps away from the boy in front of him. "Benjamin Freckles, remember? From the orphanage." The boy in question answered. "The orphanage...." Sebastian drawled while his mind wandered off into a deep thought. He remembered moving to an orphanage after the death of his parents, but that was it. He had no memory of his time and stay in the orphanage, perhaps that is why he cannot remember this Benjamin Freckles. "Don't worry about It, let's get out of this place first." "I have to go back and apologize to them." Sebastian suggested. "Apologise for what?" Benjamin queried. He took few steps forward, but ceased when he noticed Sebastian taking steps backwards as well. "I understand that they're your friends, but you cannot go back there. They think you're cursed." He reminded. "It doesn't matter what they think, the obvious reality is that I'm not cursed." Sebastian argued."I'm not so s
"So you've decided to pay your old man a visit Marcelo, what could the problem be this time?" A man in his mid fifties asked. He had a cup of coffee in his right hand, while the left one made its way to his unwrinkled face to adjust his annular spectacles. "Are you implying that I only ever visit when there's trouble?" Marcelo returned as he made his way towards the table to join his father. lowering down the cup, Immanuel turned to face his son before replying. "I only speak out of experience." "How are you father?" Marcelo asked, ignoring the earlier remark and trying not to be guilty of his actions. "How have you and mother been fairing?""You know exactly how we're doing. There's no rest for those who are involved with the Quinn family." Immanuel cleared his throat and leaned forward on the table. "I'm guessing their the reason for your visit, no?" "Unfortunately, yes." Marcelo confirmed. "The Quinns are growing stronger than expected. If they aren't put down quickly, things m
"What do you know about the Quinns?" The question was unexpected, and the surprise was evident on his face. "The Quinns? Who are they?" Sebastian cast the boy a condescending stare before walking out of the café. "So you have no idea who the Quinns are?" He asked, his judging pupils fixated on those of the confused Benjamin's."I have no idea who they are. I've barely spent a month in this town." Benjamin revealed with a shrug."How did you find me them? How did you know I was at the church?" He noticed the light in Benjamin's eyes dim a little, he was hiding something. "I've been watching you for a while now." Benjamin confessed. "Honestly I was skeptical about everything until the funeral. I saw what you could do, and your teammates as well.""And...""I knew that if I wanted to escape my pursuers then I'd have to become familiar with people like me. I'd love to be part of the....""Anti-Quinns." Sebastian completed. "So the orphanage story was just a cooked up lie to get closer
For several moments a tense silence ruled over the entire area, one broken only by another question from Marcelo. "The Dark Knights? Where exactly is this boy from?" Sebastian couldn't tell if Marcelo was surprised or annoyed, he has never been good at reading his master. But now he felt even more confused. "He said we both came from an orphanage owned by the church. According to him we were experimented on, and that's how we're able to do things regular humans can't." Sebastian blurted out hastily. This was more of an interrogation rather than the normal questioning he always got from Marcelo. "Is there something wrong Marcelo?" Rebecca asked. She could sense some sort of unease from him, and it had all started after Sebastian mentioned the dark knights. Something was definitely up with those people, and Marcelo knew something about it. "Could you restrain him, if you don't mind." He requested and Rebecca nodded affirmatively before leaving to find the needed equipments. "I'm s