Nephilim and the Nun

• Chapter Five•

Adina:
The loud thuds of the priest's and his visitor's footsteps had stopped echoing in the long hallway before I gathered the courage to step out of father Aaron's office. I couldn't keep up with their trail without enough distance between us. The last thing I wanted was for them to catch on to my plans or to even realize I've been eavesdropping on their private conversation.

The moment I shut the office door, I expelled a gush of air, silently saying a prayer, hoping it'd keep me safe before I commenced with my plans. Quickly, I scurried towards the door at the other end of the hallway that led to the basement, knowing that was the route the priest would take. Ever so slowly, I pushed it open, my heart sinking and blood draining from my face when it made a very loud creaking noise. With my heart beating wildly, I stood still, praying fervently that the noise wouldn't call the men's attention to me. After a short while, I drew in a deep breath when I heard no sounds of approaching footsteps.

Wearing my heart on my sleeves, I stepped away from the door and proceeded with my journey, heading deeper into the basement. I half expected it to be dark but surprisingly, the darkness was illuminated by a minimum amount of light that enabled me to see my way through the empty hallway, while slowly slinking deeper into it, careful of making any noises hence I attract attention to myself. The light was so bare that I had to widen my eyes just to make sure it was actually there and to focus on my direction, but soon, my eyes landed on it's origin_a single white bulb, hanging directly above the prisoner in shackles and bathing him with it's brightness, casting him in a spotlight for the men standing at a good distance away from him.

Slowly, I took a few steps forward until I was hidden by the shadow of the door, where none of the men could see me but I had a good sight on them, the prisoner included.

From where I was hiding, it was obvious the man was unconscious, his hands forcefully shoved apart with the chains pulling them towards the roof and his legs equally spread to breaking point, with shackles holding them to the ground. His head was dropped low, sagging between his shoulders, with his face hidden by the unkempt tresses of his overgrown hair.

"How long has he been out?" I heard the deep calm voice that I'd come to know was the visitor's and my eyes darted to him, studying his facial expression.

His relaxed form gave nothing away with his hands leisurely tucked in his slacks pockets and his eyes studying the prisoner. But Father Aaron on the other hand had his hands in a tight grip behind the plain white cassock he wore, his eyes darting around the room, and his mouth slightly parted.

He was nervous and I could even tell he didn't like being there one bit. The uncertainty of what could happen if the chained man awakens was eating him out. The crease between his brows and the way his nostrils flared often gave it away. Even his stance wasn't as relaxed as his visitor's. He was prepared to flee if trouble arose.

"I-I cannot tell," the priest stammered but when the man's hard displeased glare landed on him, he explained more. "The nuns... they're responsible for his feeding. I gave them the clear instructions to always drug his meal whenever it's to be delivered and from the reports I've gotten, it appears he's always out the moment he's done eating."

The man's eyes returned to the subject, still holding his calm exterior but when he spoke next, it was obvious he wasn't pleased with this news.

"I paid you for the job, Aaron. I don't know your nuns and I do not give a fuck about whoever you employ for the job but if you fuck this up, you'll wish you never met me,"

Although his tone was calm, there was an edge to it, hinting at his cold anger.

"I... I assure you, General, I have everything under control. Everything will work out as you've planned and I'll make sure to add the extra pills as you've instructed,"