UNHOLY

Valentyne Berdwell

I'm sorry for leaving you behind in such a mess like that. I'm not used to this routine even if I've been motivating my caprices, warranting this victory that slips through my fingers like sand. I'm still there, throwing my words on the wind as there's no one to listen to my babbling, my rambles, words from an old person, destined to perish under circumstances of time; My skin was showing signs of age, my eyes were almost dead already, my cold hands met, once again, the altar and the holy bible, a free finger reaching towards the light that just lit up over, the pale moonlight reflecting wonderful drawings on the floor, being assisted by the leaves from nearby trees, which slowly invaded the environment they are in. In fact, every form of life was invading such a sacred place like this.

I hate, I absolutely hate life as it is.

Whenever you breathe or even exist, cells are condemned to die, they simply vanish and perish inside that filthy body of yours. Isn't it funny? We are simply destined to vanish and suddenly we are forgotten.

What? Am I rambling a lot? But it is true! We are born, we work, we are forced to make others happy every time and once we die, no one will even remember our voices, our names. That's why there's our name over a tombstone, for at least someone to remember what we used to be and how much of a scum we still are.

Ramblings done. Time to go back home. That very dark spot, full of dust, and dead place which I eagerly call it my home, my lair. I return, repeat my usual routine, sleep, repeat; Everything is a process. That is what I enjoy the most.

Time itself, pushing and forcing us to do things we never wanted to.

Right? Are you listening to me?

Oh, so you slept once again...

"Oh, yes. The incident... It seems that strange occurrences are taking place around this town, especially near the old church." Valentyne Berdwell mentioned, concerned about the situations that were happening at that eerie town. Sudden disappearances of major citizens were enough to make the entire town flinch in fear and despair. They were many, isolated from the world atop of an island, the single way to be free from the fog and the darkened atmosphere was basically throwing yourself to the water, hoping to drown within the darkened and cold waves from the Atlantic ocean.

And still, peacefully they would live, but suddenly would vanish and that was a huge problem for the entire detective and police offices, leading both to finally work together as one, trying to discover what happened to the mayor's daughter, Phoebe Delamere. The lanterns and lamp lights were poorly bright as the sunlight slowly began to kick in; The crime scene was the same: blood splatters on the wall, a drawing of where the body was supposedly located before disappearing. It was weird indeed, especially for Margerye Montacute, one of the police's investigator.

"Val... Are you sure that the church is, in fact, abandoned? I mean, the air that lings around this place feel warm somehow..."

Margerye mentioned as she queried the detective, as a curious person since she was a kid, it was clear for her that there was something different going on that place which used to be so crowded.

"Yes, miss Margerye.There's no way someone would shove a single foot in the exact same place where the suicide of the main priest happened." Valentyne sternly said, taking off his hat while landing a single flower over an altar, honoring the dead priest aforementioned. Apparently, everyone, where they lived, was somehow religious, no matter what and how; the isolation turned them skeptical towards anything outside that pathetic island; No advancement could reach that place, they were isolated, there was nothing.

They were far from understandable, they were far from smart, but they were certain about something.

There was, indeed, something they didn't know about that distant place, the church, the fields of trees and forests that humanity couldn't touch.

And everything was right under their eyes.

But they are so blind, so deaf, so mute...