Worship Series

Chapter # 8

AMSTERDAM

Mark was doing some work while Nathaniel and Zariah sat down for dinner. She was disquiet to fathom it was his planning, to cause a crash.

Leaving the Underworld to reveal the identity of the prey he wanted to torment ruthlessly and now everything was gradually how he wanted.

"Since Sufiyan has left, Zoran can reveal himself," Nathaniel explained nonchalantly, finishing his food while she was staring at him.

'No wonder why he was known as the Plague Doctor, he already arranged everything. All pieces were according to him,' She thought in admiration.

Still, she was bewildered about one thing.

"Why did he hide himself all this time? Where was he?"

They became serious abruptly, giving a clear-cut response on why he never came to the surface.

"Fear."

"What? Really?"

They nodded sternly. Mark exhaled a sigh, explaining further how he had held a firm grip over that family.

"He is profoundly petrified of Boss, as long as he was the Plague Doctor, he remained underground but now after Boss left... he is free."

Her heart skipped a beat, almost pondering what they did that he was hellbent after them with so much resentment.

Upon noticing her daze, Nathaniel whistled to gain her attention with a smirk, "Do you want to know a secret, Zari?"

"What?"

"One of the main reasons why I left- faked my death... It was one of them. I want to rip Zoran out of his hole,"

"So it was not emotional but rather a fully planned step. Not only to get away from me but you... you had other plans," She spoke, grasping a glimpse of how extreme steps he had always taken.

"Of course, I was never among those who take hasty steps. I thoroughly thought them through."

From killing Issac.

Killing Alessandra. Axel so he won't take Zariah's name.

Sending her to jail.

He always took extreme methods and it made her shiver that all his actions always held a meaning, they were never... baseless or emotions.

"He rips cures, everyone knows. Why are you looking so astonished, Madam?" Mark asked in chuckle, tilting his head in confusion.

"Because," She paused, holding the hem of her dress.

Eyes affixed on Nathaniel who was washing the dishes while whistling to himself as she completed herself.

"To me he was just... Nathaniel."

To her innocent reply, his eyebrows furrowed, turning slightly as she continued with a sorrowful smile.

"I honestly never thought how devilish or intricate his mind would be."

"I just cared that he would return and make me his... I didn't think, just held faith in him, his words, his memories, in Nathaniel- not Plague Doctor."

Ending in a chuckle, she greeted his stern gaze, almost displeased- or she could say, disturbed at her perspective.

"I was just a puppet in the end after all, I couldn't think that much, my fault."

Taking blame on herself, knowing how emotionless, thoughtless she used to be at the beginning that everyone refused to believe her-

That she could ever 'feel' anything for anyone.