Intertwined

2. RED THAMES

-Red Thames-

You would believe that being a messenger of Death would make you somewhat more resilient to the idea of your loved ones dying. Alexander froze to the image of the blood painted bridge. It wasn't the blood that made him cringe, but the thought of this happening to the love of his life. He kneeled down carefully, frowning skeptically as he touched his fingers to stained pavement. What was this thing? How is it possible to find so much blood and not a single trace of cause?

"God protect us..." he whispered.

"We are not worthy of His mercy, my child."

Alexander grabbed his blade firmly as he turned around aggressively to face the man talking behind his back. His black hood was covering part of his silver sparkling eyes, hiding his belligerent mood. He was never careless but this time, lost in his thoughts he made a mistake that could have cost him his life.

"Father, what are you doing here at this time of the day? The sun has not even risen yet." A priest stood behind him, keeping a cane with a carved crow in his hands.

"Same question goes for you as well, my child." The priest said in a blunt tone.

"I'm in the service of Her Majesty. Time is irrelevant to me."

Alexander's tone was cold, determined. Chills were running down his spine as the priest moved closer to him. It wasn't fear, no. It was as if he knew something was off with that man. He didn't trust him. His eyes didn't match with his face. The priest's face was clean, no wrinkles, no scars. On the other hand, his eyes were shining somehow differently, he couldn't process what was wrong with them at that point.

"And I, I'm in the service of Him." The priest said, opening his arms and pointing towards the sky. Alexander, squint -eyed look at him, still holding his dagger firmly.

"Interesting choice of cane for a man of God. Especially since you do not seem to have any issues walking, sir." Of course he would notice, we has one of the best, no detail would go unnoticed. This priest was marked and saved in his memory for the rest of his life.

"This was my father's. I'm carrying it around as a tribute to his memory."

"I'm sorry for your loss Father."

"Oh don't be, he was a terrible person."

A shine on a roof across where they were standing caught Alexander's attention making his jaw contract. The priest took notice of his uneasiness and tried to follow his gaze.

"If he was a terrible person," he said in an attempt to deconstruct his attention "why would you carry his cane?" The priest frowned. Alexander was not sure if he managed to divert his attention without him realizing.

"As a reminder of what I should not become." The priest smirked.

"I see. I'm sorry, Father, but I need to get going. Would you mind an advice of a new friend?"

"Of course." The priest looked at him amused.

"Do not take your morning walks that early. It's dangerous out here as you can see."

"You do not know how dangerous is in there, my friend. Have a good day."

With that been said, the priest turned around leaving little to no time to Alexander. He tapped his cane strongly on the pavement as he slowly started vanishing from his field of view.

"You may come down now," Alexander said with a hint of irritation in his voice before he heard a thud right behind him. "you need to learn how to cover better." A smirk made his face illuminate as he pulled his hood off.