Requiem for the living

Chapter 8: Take me to church. Forcefully

There was one night before the criptex was opened, the last night when the mystery was still hidden. And the night before Brendon finally understood who Mary Jackson, the daughter of the senator, the woman raised to have a witchcraft ancestry was. And that moment was indeed hurtful.

Tiny hands of a malevolent soldier were playing childish tricks in an attempt to ease the excitement. In a suit proudly worn by the one with a stained past and dreams was the trembling body of a priest, with a serene face that could never allow the world to see his dirty plans as he seemed to play with his thoughts that laid at the tip of his fingers. After all, even his closest friend couldn't see the essence of the one who was nothing more than a twisted adversary, and how sorry could Gerard Way be as he lost that fake connection with that meschine senator?

The priest of the pagan beliefs, the friend of the decesed and with nothing seemingly left to lose was stalking with eyes of that messy expectation the sign carved by his hands with an ancient purpose revived by his needs. It was Friday, the day when the Morning Star¹ rises to change the patterns of the world, in which its interferrence is known to be essential, and it hasn't been long till the first hour of that day passed. The hour when the bait has been put by the power of both the forces form above and below, the bait that is going to trick someone into biting it harshly someone of a naïve kind, as Gerard Way was believing, someone named Brendon Urie. The horns of the beast were stained by five signs² with the easy purpose to make the victim be caught in the spider's nest, metaphorically speaking, that Gerard Way was weaving - all for a powerful message delivery.

"Come in" he said without turning around, still occupied with the rossary that he was still rubbing in his hands.

He could almost feel like the metallic parts were breaking and falling apart - it was so close to destruction; just in the same manner he destroyed the visitor's will with magick. But his aproach, or more likely detachment was even more playful, as he knew best the reason Brendon returned faithful in the church Father Gerard ruled was something not even Urie knew, nothing that his kind could comprehend. The guest was going to be heartbroken, a breaking that Way enjoyed - a breaking that, in any way that it could have been seen, it was the priest's design.

"I was just passing by and I don't know...I thought it would be a good moment to come in. I think it was a bad choice, truth to be told...", Brendon mumbled as his vision was like in an oniric plane drew by the phantasmagoric shapes of the angels above, with their innocence stained by their crafting where the creator itself included obbedience as there wasn't anymore the chance of Him to lose in front of his creation. Where there wasn't free will, there was chaos, and from chaos liberty was the most shuned act because an adversary...the Adversary³ was born.

The sight of the Light Bearer⁴ struck Brendon Urie with an awe of both terrifing chills and admiration.

"You thinked about it even when you entered here the first time", Gerard Way continued carelessy as he let his rosary to hang freely by his collar, smiling as his intuitive act let a disturbing silence to cover the church.

"Thinking...about what, Father?" he dared, checking the way Gerard was standing with that steadiness that made him look like a beautiful statue, a antropomorphic gargoyle meant to cast away all evil mankind feared. But instead of making it gone, he became it.

"You know that he was casted down for loving its Creator too much. And you seems the same mistake as you love with so much passion. There is a thin line between love and hate, and you stand at the verge of it. The verge between being the sheep that turn into the wolf."

"And who is the wolf now?" Brendon muttered in the hard try to depict the meaning of that insane methaphor.

"You know it is your Mary. You still let her be. You came here because I wanted you so, Urie."