Elite by Maclaw

Chapter 12

### Chapter 12:

**The church **

-St. Michael's Basilica-

Jeremiah turned to leave, his patience worn thin, but Father Matthias's next words froze him in place.

"Bethel... isn't that her name?" the priest said, his voice taunting.

Jeremiah's heart stuttered, a cold rage flooding through him.

"Your sister?" the priest asked, the smirk on his face widening. "If you so much as touch her..." Jeremiah's voice trembled with barely contained fury, "I'll make sure the next communion is with your blood."

Father Matthias laughed softly. "Oh, you needn't worry about me. It's not I who will touch her... but them. They will do much more than touch."

A wave of rage and fear surged through Jeremiah, but he steadied himself, clenching his fists. "What do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Father Matthias leaned back, the triumph in his eyes unmistakable. "Now that I have your attention...",he began slowly, clearly enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with a loud bang, making Jeremiah flinch. Father Ambrose stormed in, his face red and his breaths heavy, as if he had been running. His eyes blazed with fury, and there was something desperate in the way he moved.

"Did you do it?" Ambrose demanded, his voice thick with emotion. His fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body seemed to tremble with barely controlled rage. "What did you do to the communion?!"

Father Matthias raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "Father Ambrose," he said smoothly, "this is not—"

"I asked you a question!" Ambrose cut him off, stepping closer, his eyes wild. "Did you do it?!"
Jeremiah's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the scene unfold. The tension in the room was suffocating, and the air seemed to crackle with intensity. His instincts screamed at him to leave, but his feet stayed planted firmly on the ground.

Father Matthias remained calm, his smirk deepening. "You're out of line, Ambrose," he said coldly, his voice dripping with condescension. His gaze flicked toward Jeremiah dismissively. "You. Leave us."

Jeremiah's jaw clenched. He wanted to stay, to demand answers, but something in Father Matthias' eyes made him hesitate. Reluctantly, he took a step back, his fists still clenched tightly by his sides. "Where is my sister?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Ambrose barely spared him a glance, his focus entirely on Matthias. "Leave!" he barked, his tone sharper this time, his fury not diminishing.

Jeremiah stared at him for a long moment, then turned on his heel and walked out. As the door closed behind him with a heavy thud, he felt the weight of what had just transpired pressing down on him. The chill of the corridor seeped into his bones, but the burning anger in his chest remained.

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Inside the room, Father Ambrose's face was pale, his hands trembling. "You killed them," he whispered, the words barely audible, but laced with horror. "You poisoned the communion. You... killed them all."

Father Matthias leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "It had to be done," he said softly, his tone almost bored, as though he were discussing something trivial.

Ambrose took a step back, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His mind raced, trying to grasp the enormity of what Matthias had just admitted. "No... no," he muttered, shaking his head as if trying to deny it. "This is madness!"
Matthias stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and measured. He walked toward Ambrose, his expression cold. "You don't understand," he said quietly, almost sympathetically. "What I did was necessary. For the greater good."