Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XLII

"Oh, this is really good!" Dustyn exclaimed and pointed down at the sandwich in his hand. He wiped barbecue sauce from his face with his shirt sleeve and took another bite. The former King David surveyed his surroundings as he ate. He imagined he was in some sort of storage room that doubled as a break area for employees. There was a vibrating refrigerator sitting in the corner that hummed and clicked on and off again rather regularly, a dirty white sink, racks of supplies, and the wooden park bench on which he and Dante sat. He also noted something else, no windows. The young man was trapped with only one way out of the small, dimly lit room.

Dante darted his eyes up to Verne and nodded.

Verne walked over toward a heavy wooden door and turned the deadbolt with a click.

Dustyn stopped chewing. He glanced over the table at the smiling Dante and then over at Verne, now standing at a relatively safe distance from him next to the only exit. He swallowed and lay the half-eaten sandwich down on the white paper plate. Sitting up, Dustyn wiped his hands together and sighed. "Alright, what gives?"

"Who is your Watcher?" Dante asked, smile now gone.

"Azazel," Dustyn replied, readying himself to fight.

"No, I know one of Azazel's when I find them. I can feel the energy of a Watcher in each of their marks. You are not Azazel's. You bear something much more powerful," Dante said, his eyebrows lowered, examining Dustyn. "One I have felt long ago, but not since. It would be impossible for you have such a mark."

"You are a Watcher living among humanity? Like Gadreel?" Dustyn asked curiously.

"You know Gadreel, then?" Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dustyn bobbed his head up and down. "I also know Michael, Gabriel, and a few other Archangels, as well. Now that I'm done dropping names, I really would like to know what is going on here."

"Once you tell me who your real Watcher is," Dante said, his voice taking on a smack of annoyance. "Are you with Bezaliel?"

"Oh, Hell no! I escaped," Dustyn replied.

"No one escapes from that witch," Dante said.

"Well, I did and as far as any Watcher is concerned, I suppose I don't have one now," Dustyn replied. "Look guys, I appreciate the food, but I'm done playing this shitty game of twenty questions, I need to get back to my friends and...well, that's all I am gonna say. Now, if you ain't going to arrest me Detective Benson, I'm leaving," Dustyn said smartly and stood away from the bench.

Verne spread his feet and crossed his large arms, placing himself directly in front of the door. He scowled at Dustyn. "You're not leaving until we find out who you really are, pal."

"I would just move, sport," Dustyn said harshly and stepped toward the man. He flicked a wrist and his sword formed in his right hand. It crackled with a heavenly white energy that arced around Dustyn's arm and filled the room with light. "I really, really don't have time for this nonsense."

The strange, white hot energy glinted from the biker's widening eyes. "What the hell, Dante?" Verne remarked as Dustyn stepped toward him. He pressed his back against the door in fear. "What the hell is this guy?"

"Dustyn, I'm sorry, wait! Please, calm down before you lose control of your energy!" Dante shouted. He stood from his seat and placed himself, hands outstretched, in front of Verne.

Dustyn turned his head toward the biker. His eyes were gone, replaced by two brilliant white beams of energy shining from his skull like the opened door of Heaven itself. "Let me pass!" Light shone from his mouth with each word spoken.