𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

III | III

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CHAPTER — III
part three

"EVERYONE, WHAT is faith to you?" The question left the pastor's lips and he was met with heavy silence. You could practically hear the gears turning in the people's head. His green eyes shifted to you for half a second.

Faith is such a personal and difficult thing.

Faith is what keeps your family glued together. You've got no misconception that your father and your mother love each other. You know that he got her pregnant by accident and their morals had forced them to marry. Your mother stopped working as a nurse to take care of you when you were born unexpectedly weak. They don't love each other the way couples do, maybe when they were younger they did, you haven't dared to ask yet. You've ruined their lives, one would say. But you refuse to think that, you didn't ask to be born—you were simply a consequence of their actions. But still, it's hard to believe that sometimes.

They probably think that you don't know, but you're not a child anymore, there are things that people cannot hide.

Why is it that they only kiss in front of me ? Why is it that they fall asleep on their own side of the bed, backs facing each other ? Why is it that they only act lovingly in front of me ?

You don't know when you realized it, but at one point, their smiles looked too forced, their words to each other too sweet to be real.

Is all of this God's will ?

What does faith represent to you ? You're not sure. It's the belief that everything happens for a reason, and that there's a lesson for you to learn.

You can't help but wonder what exactly it is that the supreme lord is trying to teach as you stay sat tensely on your chair with a very amused officer in front of you.

The voice at the back of your mind is telling you that something is very wrong, but this time instead of ignoring it you accept it, something about the man in front of you doesn't feel right. How come no one in the police is alarmed by the death of so many senior citizens ? Either they're vampires themselves or they've been brainwashed just like you were... you were so naive to think that it could be this easy.

It's not as if you hadn't thought about the warning Nobara gave you concerning the police beforehand, but you were desperate, so you simply decided to ignore it.

It clearly wasn't your smartest decision.

Now you are awaiting the arrival of Father Fushiguro with dread filling your stomach.

"He was supposed to come here for a personal affair between the two of us," the officer says, "We're quite close. I'd say. Long time friends." He goes on, leaning towards you, curiosity written all over his features, "I'm quite surprised that someone came here with a complaint towards him. It's a first."

What a polite way of saying he doesn't believe you. You just had to find one of Father Fushiguro's friends. That's just your luck. You let out a sigh, the colors draining from your face.

The sense of security that he gave you has already worn off, now all you feel is the unwavering twisting of your guts. You look down.

"I guess I'll leave—"

"Now, now. Don't make that face. I'm a police officer. I'll naturally look into your little problem and put aside my personal feelings."

This doesn't really seem to make you feel any better but he thinks deception looks good on you.

He leans over his desk to caress your cheek. You shiver. His hand is cold.