Chapter 4: God Was A Human

Lorelai bowed her head lowly hearing the priest dread. He had been this frantic since then, and he refused to exorcise any devils with a power like this. That night was terrifying, it was the biggest storm that caught the monastery. It was the tempest, and the devils were only caving in, sealed underneath.

"What? Are you both a thing?" Yvette wondered walking behind her sister, she had still felt the priest's eyes piercing their back as they left. "Why the look on your face? Did you two break up?"

Lorelai ignored.

She had the same fear, everyone had feared since that moment. She lowered her head, her gaze pinning on the marble steps of the convent. It was as if she heard nothing and seen no one. By bringing her sister along, Lorelai had already placed her sister's foot in the grave, she thought deeply, she was blaming herself amidst her silence. Whatever they were keeping in there, it sure was pleased to imagine feasting on Yvette.

The last time someone like her was brought there, the tempest had struck leaving the whole monastery with terror. It was the worst thing that had ever befall any sacred place. Lorelai just had to make sure that Yvette was yet still unseen.

"Hey," Yvette tapped pestering her twin sister, she's being consumed by her curiosity to even free herself from her insensitivity. "I heard the nuns talking about something about a devil. Sister McKinney was keeping me from questioning about the pool, is it that which they were talking about?"

"Never shall you, out of ordinary for you are ordinary, to not talk about the devils, Yvette. They will soon come chasing after you," Lorelai warned, a heavy sigh from in between her words.

"What is wrong with you people?" Yvette snapped, stomping loudly, battering the ground bringing her feet to a halt. Such action brought Lorelai to freeze from where she stood. She looked at Yvette, her expression crammed together in the center.

"Why in the bottomless pits of hell do you keep talking about them and not let me talk about it? You know, for a while I have been thinking. You brought me here and expect me to not be curious? Like, seriously, Lorelai, even the priest looked like he was out of his mind!"

Lorelai's face contorted, her footsteps immediately closed the distance between them two. Her hands gently caressing Yvette's arm. "I know you are upset, Yvette. You are upset that no one would tell you what's going on and you're in this...far, very far place from the environment you do most of your errands in. I am sorry for causing you this and I was selfish, but speaking of the devils...that will bring you the biggest storm no one could face in your entire life."

Yvette had a grin softly escape her lips when she was wrapped in Lorelai's embrace, only then when her sister had let go was she able to hide beneath her poker. "There are just some things I want to protect you from."

Yvette's brows raised. So there is something giddy about a holy sacrament, after all. Pfft- These people are simply like the government who are cowards in being found of their discoveries in sciences.

"I want you to head first, Yvette." Lorelai brushed her fingers through her hair. "The priest may have something to say about it."

"How long will it take you?"

Lorelai smiled. "Give me half the hour?"

Yvette nodded, a pleased expression released from the surfaces of her countenance. "Please, never do anything other than staying inside the car."

Yvette rolled her eyes at her. "I know, I know. I'm no kid no more."

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Yvette's legs couldn't even reach the ground. She was swinging her feet whilst her hips plopped down the concrete railings beside the vehicle, running thin on patience.

Yvette hopped on her feet with a glare facing the air as she cussed, "Well, shit. I don't have the patience for it."

Yvette had her eyes inside the monastery, and so were her feet. Unlike the times the nuns and priests were moving around when she was inside, the place looked so barren this time. It was as if a wind blew on it and it became deserted, almost mysteriously quiet.

Out of no reason, Yvette felt she needed to investigate. There were so many things fishy about the area, perhaps it was because of the devil talk but a part of Yvette had a bigger intuition. She walked around but there were no one dressed in those black fabric or anyone being covered mysteriously with black from head to toe. No one.

Yvette had once again caught on to the east side of the monastery, and there were still no one. It was not quite far when she heard the sound of water being juggled from its own surfaces as if someone had just descended it. Her feet felt so brittle as she struggled to make it move. Although she had a tough shell, Yvette had always been a cat underneath. Who knows what she will see there? A demon? A priest with a wet cassock?

For one, a priest with a wet cassock wouldn't be so intriguing, especially if it was the man who had fell on it earlier. He was already old and stale, if she could compare, despite being Father Akilah looking like a total jerk to her eyes, Yvette thought that him descending the waters would be more of a sight. But leaving that behind, Yvette's feet only shivered when she thought of the idea of devils descending it.

If it were, what would she do? Would she run? Would she fight it? Would she stay in position due to extreme shock, unable to call for help? Or would she allow herself to comply to its wishes to spare her life? There are many things she could possibly do, she was a great judge of her character and she knew she'd do so well in doing all of those. But seriously? Running away from a devil? That was the worst thought she knew she could do. She was building up imaginations, there's no way someone could run from a devil.

From horror films, devils can fly, morph, warp, and lift things using telepathy. The depiction of the devils there were already poisonous to the human brain and Yvette accepted that they can actually do those as per their abilities. If God were to be supreme and he's against these beings, how should she even expect them to be even near normal? For sure they'd be horrendously powerful. Those type she expected to be able to rip her apart or gnaw on her flesh and bones.

With those ideas and flying thoughts afloat, Yvette murmured underneath her breath a sutra she learned from a temple she once visited in Beijing. She was an atheist, but if it was true that the prophecies are to happen through deities that religions believe, there was no way an atheist could be saved. That was why she thought to keep the sutra in her memory to at least show she can be worth at least a rescue, once.

Well, it was helpless though. The sutra she learned was for good luck and luck was sure to be unnecessary in the kind of Destiny that will happen accordingly to what's inside her head.

As she let those deluded thoughts consume her, her hearing became sensitive to the sound of a mass falling down, wet. Humans being driven with curiosity than any other spectacular emotions, Yvette never knew but she was already behind the being she thought would turn out to be a devil.

"God was a human," a young voice coming from an expected teen boy came passing her ears by.

"What?" She had a confused gesture hung as if clipped polaroids on the wall of her face.

"If ever that was what you're going to ask," he responded, briefly.

"I was not going to ask that, though."

His face turned toward her to steal a glance of her face. "Really? Adults ask those questions every time. Especially the atheists."

Yvette's head tilted. "How did you know I am an atheist?"

She sat herself down, her feet curled together, her knees up about her chest. "Your face is a spectacle, christianity would call you too free-spirited to even think you would not fix yourself to present yourself to the beings they serve. Our bodies were beseeched to be holy, I was told they are the temple of angels. I guess being holy must mean being presentable. You're not holy, miss."

Yvette nodded as if she had learn something. Or perhaps she was taking it in when instead she could have snapped hearing the child's few last words. It did not sound anything like a compliment.

She sat there as if she had gained new wisdom about beliefs. It was the opposite.

"What were you doing there?" Yvette wondered, her brows lightly straightened.

"Oh." The boy took his eyes to the murky waters. "I was swimming."

"Swimming?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I was wondering if I could find the priest's body in there. I saw him diving here, but it had been hours. The human body could still be alive within 3 minutes of drowning, he was not wearing any equipment so I had thought he'd drown."

"So, what did you see?" Yvette, invested, asked with her eyes wide. Her throat gulping as if the answer was honey dew.

"He was, but he's not waking up. He's strangling though."