Navigating The World Of Mystical Creatures

Chapter 4

The Revelation

Roland got to Oliver’s and banged on the door. It took some minutes before Oliver answered the door. It was clear to Roland that Oliver had just become entangled with someone.

“Row, I saw your calls.” What happened?” Oliver asked.

“You just started a war, and what do you do?” “You go around fucking women like some halot!” Roland said in anger.

“I’m half human; I’m allowed to make mistakes,” Oliver said sternly in his defense.

“Any problem?” the lady asked as she came out of the room fully clothed because of the commotion that was happening.

“Get out!” Roland ordered in anger.

“Excuse me?” The lady asked in annoyance.

“I believe I was very explicit,” Roland said sternly.

“So sorry, Vanessa, but you have to go now,” Oliver said calmly.

“Don’t call me,” Vanessa said, vexed, as she took her bag and walked out. She then banged the door shut.

“Roland, talk to me.” What happened?” Oliver asked.

“Five innocent humans died at the hands of the vampires in this city.” “Guess who’s to blame?” Roland asked the obvious. It didn’t take much long before Oliver could take the hint.

“Fucking bastard!” Oliver cursed.

“You fucking caused this for yourself.” “Now the ring is missing—worse if all—and you’re now a public target,” Roland started.

“I’m going to kill Ludacris,” Oliver declared.

“Oliver stop! We’re done with violence. “We have to fix this somehow,” Roland said.

“The ring is of paramount importance.” I have the protection of the Vatican. “As long as I’m a member, I’m immune to the system,” Oliver boasted.

“What happens when they find out we lost the ring?” Roland asked, and Oliver was left speechless. The moment of silence was broken by a call Oliver got from his best friend Charlie.

“Hey, what’s up?” Oliver asked.

“Put it on the news,” Charlie said, and immediately he did. On the news, was pastor Zachariah preaching against Oliver and creatures like him?

“Brethren, today I have come to tell you the truth. We’ve all been blind. We leave amongst freaks and a great evil. One of them being Oliver Stones. He’s a monster. The devil himself. Five innocent humans are all dead because of him. These creatures kill for fun with no reason attached. “We need to exterminate people like him.”

“You might ask, how come we haven’t noticed that we co-exist with such creatures?” They have humans who help them stay hidden. They have humans who assist them. One of them being a supposed “man of God” by name, Father Michael, the priest of St. Xaviers. How controversial. The same person who preaches against darkness

“I do not say this for his parishioners to distance themselves from St. Xavier’s.” I say this so that we humans, the normal people in this city, know who to trust. Thank you” Pastor Zachariah concluded, and no sooner had people begun gathering around him. They bombarded him with questions.

“Pastor Zack, what are the names of these creatures you claim coexist among us?” One woman asked.

“There are many, but Oliver Stone is the one you should fear most.” “He must be annihilated,” Zachariah replied.

“So what is Oliver Stones?” One man asked.

“He doesn’t know what he is.” “It’s best to keep it that way,” he answered.

“And how is Father Michael involved in all of this?” He is a holy man. “He’s like a family to us, the Welhoursts,” Mrs. Welhourst asked. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard about the priest.

“I heard about your husband. I know death just happens, but his death was out of the ordinary. “You should ask Father Michael about your husband,” Zachariah said. His statement made Mrs. Welhourst doubt the sincerity of the priest.

“People of this city, this is the news I came to convey.” Do with it whatever you please. Pastor Zack, out.”

Oliver and Roland had just watched the news and realized that they had more problems at hand.

“First the stolen ring, then the murder of those five innocent humans, and now you’ve dragged Father Michael into this supernatural mess. “I can already imagine what he’s going through,” Roland said in annoyance.

“I’ll call him,” Oliver said about bringing out his phone when Roland stopped him.

“This isn’t some fucking phone call shite. “Get your keys, we’re going to the church,” Ronald demanded, and he did as told.

They drove down to the church, then got inside and began calling for the priest. They saw him sitting down quietly on the pews.

“Father,” Oliver called out as both he and Ronald sat next to him. There was no enthusiasm in him. It was as though he had lost someone who dared him. It took some minutes before he could finally speak.

“Damian is dead,” Father Michael announced, as though he had no soul in him.

“What?” Oliver asked in shock.

“On coming back from your place, I called out his name, but he didn’t answer.” I thought he had retired to his room, so I decided to head to mine. As I went, I noticed blood dripping from the ceiling. They killed him,” Father Michael explained still in the same tone.

“All because of you!” He yelled as he grabbed Oliver by his shirt.

“Woah, father. “Calm down, please,” Roland begged.

“I told you the vampires didn’t take the ring, but you still had to kill one of them!” Father Michael barked as he let go of Oliver’s shirt. Oliver then stood up from the pew.

“I’m sorry, father.” “I don’t know what got into me,” Oliver stuttered.

“I tried as much as possible to get Damian as far away as possible from this supernatural mess I dragged myself into.” But in the end, he got caught up, and now he’s dead! “He’s dead, Oliver, dead!”

“As of today, you’re on your own.” I’m no longer an ally to the supernaturals. Neither the vampires nor the wizards or witches, not even you. You were born to bring balance between chaos and order. All you’ve done is just create more chaos. Soon, you won’t have the protection of the Vatican. You’ll lose everything. “Now get out of my church,” Father Michael concluded.

“You’re supposed to be a priest, but now you’re just an asshole,” Oliver said, disappointed with the way the priest spoke to him.

“Let’s go,” he continued. Then he and Ronald left the church. A few minutes after they left, Mrs. Welhourst drove in. She was hoping to see Father Michael, which she did. She saw him sitting on a pew, looking so miserable. She then stood next to him.

“Good evening, father,” she said sternly. He then looked up, surprised to see her. He tried as much as possible to hide his miserableness, but she could already sense it all.

“Mrs. Welhourst, what are you doing here?” “Would you like to make a confession?” Father Michael asked, fretting.

“No… but I would like you to make a confession,” she replied sternly, and immediately, Father Michael got scared.

“On what?” He asked, still fretting. Mrs. Welhourst couldn’t find a way to tell him, but she soon mustered the courage to do so.

“What happened…what really happened to my husband?”