embers of redemption

chapter eight

Bridget Winchester

I walk into the Church of the Last Covenant, the heavy wooden doors creaking as I push them open. It's been weeks since I've set foot in this place, but the memories come rushing back, both comforting and unsettling.

As I step further inside, the quiet whispers of prayer echo through the stone walls. I look around, taking in the familiar sight of stained glass windows depicting scenes from ancient scriptures. The air feels thick with history and reverence.

"Bridget," a stern voice calls out, breaking the silence. I turn to see Mother Superior standing near the altar, her eyes piercing through the dim light. 

"Mother Superior," I reply, inclining my head slightly in a gesture of respect. "It's been a long time."

She nods, her expression unreadable. "Too long. What brings you back to the Church of the Last Covenant?"

I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "I needed some guidance. Things have been... complicated lately."

Her gaze sharpens, and she steps closer, her robes rustling softly. "Complicated how? You know this is a place of sanctuary and truth. Speak freely, child."

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and watching what I say. "I've encountered someone, someone who has turned my world upside down. I don't know what to make of it, or what to do next. I feel lost."

Mother Superior studies me for a moment, her eyes searching mine. "This person, do they pose a threat to you?"

"Yes... and no," I admit. "He's dangerous, but there's something about him that draws me in. I can't explain it."

Dante is a force to be reckoned with, and it frightens me to my core that I don't fully believe he poses a threat to me. Making him sound as if he's a person of interest to Mother Superior is one thing, but I know that if I tell her what kind of threat he is, all hell would break loose.

She sighs, her expression softening slightly. "The heart is a complex and often deceptive guide, Bridget. But you must be careful. Not everyone who enters our lives does so with good intentions."

"I know," I say quietly. "But there's something about him, something that feels... important."

Mother Superior reaches out, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "The Church has always stood as a beacon of light in the darkness. If you believe this person holds some significance, then tread carefully. Seek the truth, but guard your heart."

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. "Thank you, Mother Superior. I needed to hear that."

She smiles faintly, her eyes kind but firm. "Remember, Bridget, you are stronger than you think. Whatever challenges you face, you are not alone. The Church will always be here for you."

With a final nod, I turn to leave, her words echoing in my mind. As I step back into the cold light of day, I feel a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead is uncertain, but I know now that I must face it head-on, guided by both my heart and the wisdom of those who have walked before me.

Though I can't help but feel so alone in this fight. 

The table is set for four, a familiar sight that brings a sense of comfort and nostalgia. The aroma of roasted chicken and herbs fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of freshly baked bread. I take a seat between my parents, feeling the warmth of home envelop me among my anxieties. 

My mother brings the last dish to the table, her eyes soft with affection as she looks at me. "It's been a while since we had a proper family dinner," she says, taking her seat. "How was your day, Bridget?"

"Busy," I reply, trying to keep my tone light. "I visited the Church of the Last Covenant. It was... enlightening."

My father raises an eyebrow. "The church? What took you there?"

"Just needed some guidance," I say, meeting his gaze. "There's been a lot on my mind lately."

My mother gives me a sympathetic look as she serves the chicken. "We've noticed you've been a bit preoccupied. Anything you want to talk about?"

I hesitate, feeling the weight of their concern. "It's nothing to worry about, just... trying to figure some things out."

My father nods, his expression thoughtful. "Sometimes, finding clarity takes time. We're here for you, no matter what."

I smile, appreciating their support. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot."

The conversation shifts to lighter topics as we start eating. My mother talks about the garden, describing the new flowers she's planted, while my father shares stories from his latest hunting trip. I listen, grateful for the normalcy, even as my thoughts drift to the encounter with Dante and the conversation with Mother Superior.

While Michael and my father are bonding over his latest demon hunt, my mother reaches out her hand and grabs mine softly. 

"So, Bridget," my mother says, breaking into my reverie. "Have you thought any more about helping with the community's training sessions?"

I nod, swallowing a bite of chicken. "Yeah, I have. I think it's a good idea. We need to be better prepared."

My father smiles, a glint of pride in his eyes. "You've always had a strong sense of responsibility. It's one of the things I admire most about you."

"Thanks, Dad," I say, feeling a swell of emotion. "I just want to make sure we're all safe."

The rest of the dinner passes in a comforting blur of conversation and laughter. By the time we finish dessert – my mother's famous apple pie – I feel a sense of peace settling over me. The support of my parents, their unwavering belief in me, gives me the strength I need to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

As we clear the table and wash the dishes together, I realize how much these simple moments mean to me. No matter how complicated life gets, I know I can always come home, where love and support are constants I can rely on.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," my mother says, giving me a hug before heading to bed.

"Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad," I reply, hugging my father as well.

"Sleep well, Bridget," my father says, squeezing my shoulder.