Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 3 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 10

Oh boy.

Here we go.

It was a chilly morning in Slaidburn. I hadn't had much sleep so when the appropriate time came I went out and walked the streets of the small Northern town. I left a note of course in which I told the boys that I need a breath of fresh air after what happened last night and I'll be back as soon as I feel a slightly bit okay. It's true meeting those people and setting the ghost-children free was emotionally disturbing for me, but on the surface I had other intentions. I wanted to go to church.

It was 9 o'clock when Father Jacob unlocked the doors of the main entrance and I arrived just in time, right before anyone else. The rector seemed pleased to see me as he invited me in and he became even more contended when I told him that I wish to come clean.

Him and I headed towards the confessional where I kneeled and he listened as he was supposed to. I started by asking for his forgiveness then I listed what I believed to be sinful beginning with the smaller evil working my way up to the juicier stuff making sure to mention identity theft, concealing the truth and lying to officers of the law and other authorised personnel. He was shocked by what he heard and immediately questioned my motives and I replied by asking the same.

Father Jacob denied that he has done anything wrong but I was certain that was dirty from head to toes. I had a hunch ever since he mentioned his "previous mistakes" when we first met and I saw his reaction when the boys and I brought up the story of the baby. He was hiding something from the start. It could have been anything and I believed it was a trivial matter, I mean he's a priest for the love of God. What could he possibly do so horrible? He fears the Man in the Sky, he fears eternal punishment, he of all people should stay as far away from occult teachings as he can. I had faith in people and was naïve as always.

I broke him the news: I'm the girl who was found here, who alone survived the butchery at the orphanage, who was pushed around like a piece of meat and the one who lost the people she saw as her parents.

He called me a liar, I shook it off, then shouted at me, stormed out of his box, grabbed my hand and ordered me to leave and do not under any circumstance come back. But the strange things is that he wasn't angry, more like scared.

He said that I shouldn't have returned and didn't share with me why. No reasons were given just a firm grip and strong words. I wanted him to tell me what's wrong and I tried everything to persuade him but he just kept on repeating that I must go.

(🎶Rainbow - Fire Dance)

We were so occupied by all this that we haven't noticed a woman who walked in the church discreetly. There was something about her aura that made me shiver. She approached us with her head bowed and folded hands and ignored me as she talked to Father Jacob. She seemed like a fine lady for a second than she looked up, her veil fell off and her face was shown. She was covered in tattoos that soon started to glow. This time it was me who dragged the priest away as her magic activated.

We hid behind covers. I had to think fast if we wanted to live. I asked him if he knew or ever seen this woman beforehand but no. He hadn't had a clue. That's not very helpful now, is it? Without any knowledge, I was stuck. I didn't recognise the marks covering her skin so I can't identify what kind of magic does she use. If I have no ways to do that than I don't know what I'm up against and how to stop it. What I needed at that moment was backup so I instructed Father Jacob to go and get the Winchesters right away. Get out through the backdoor while I get her attention.

It's better if she takes me rather than the priest, I have no goals to achieve anyways. Doesn't matter if I die. Is this how Dean feels like all the time I wonder...?

All the strategizing went balls-up when she appeared behind us out of thin air. She chanted a few words than put her right hand on Father Jacob's forehead and rendered him unconscious. I took her arm by the wrist and slammed her to her side. For a second I was sure I had her but she began murmuring something again. I sensed a theme here, a steady pattern. I jumped back before she had could touch me yet it was not enough. She twisted her arm and I blacked out.

The next thing I remember is being tied to a chair in the middle of the aisle, facing the altar where the woman was. I tried to remain silent and look for a way out when I noticed Father Jacob's body laying on the cold ground. He didn't breathe. Not a good sign.

The woman was preparing a special treat for me. You know how those centuries old witches are. They always wanna stuff you with exotic meats and beverages and what not. She wanted me to have a sip of some cocktail she cooked up right before my eyes what contained some poor animal's flesh among other disgusting treats. I kindly refused stating that it wasn't part of my diet. She kindly informed me that it wasn't a request and it's a part of the ritual we are about to perform. I asked her what kind of witch she is and she laughed right in my face claiming that in fact she wasn't a sorceress. She raised a few, yes, like the Pendle witches but she wasn't part of the movement. She's far older than that.

Her name was Doileag, it means "world ruler" and she was an over 3000 years old Celtic druidess. No, I'm not kidding. Doileag was a priestess back in the days way before and she was there when the Romans destroyed her home. Ever since then she had an agenda. She hasn't held grudge against the Romans, not exactly, more like her people.

From what I figured she was corrupted by a demon when she was young and was obsessed with power. She wanted to use her talent which included soul transformation to save the ones she knew from genocide. Her mentor wasn't so keen on the idea of blood rituals (way more hardcore than the average kind, let's not dive into details now, shall we?) and occupying bodies. He believed in reincarnation in another world and he was sure that if they attempted this rite their chance to be included in the cycle would have been taken away. And we don't wanna risk that now, do we? As a consequence, her tribe, or whatever their collective was called, refused her proposal and she was banished. A few years later the Roman Empire overrun Northern Britannia and hunted down every Celt. Doesn't qualify as an appropriate bedtime story, aye?

All what happened led to her cooperation with the demons. She knew Yellow Eyes; whose real name was Azazel, in fact they were intimate friends and when she mentioned this tiny piece of information I knew she had something to do with the death of many. The kids at the Bramham House, Demy and Milton, possibly Evan and who knows who else. And now she finally showed her face to get me. Why, you ask? Apparently, I was vital to her plan.