The Blood Cross

Chapter 9

Leaning into a cup of hot green tea, Jazz is still trying to cope with the loss of his grandmother, he still couldn't believe that was gone. But the worse is that he wouldn't be able to burry her, as from now on they'd be on the run.

Emergency vehicles rush through the main street that would lead to his old house, now in ruins. And thinking twice now, if it wasn't for those two, there would be much more damage. Everything was so new to him!

The stewardess from the late diner brings them some food, and while he's been quiet the whole time, Ugne and Chamael have been discussing a few items before they depart.

Estranged he pets Dante, who replies by liking his hand. Now he can understand why he couldn't speak with him before, not until Ugne explained that he was a familiar, so a spiritual being, but they were getting attached now, so it wasn't bad.

From her bag, Ugne takes off an old envelope and gives it to him. "Kara, she asked me to give you this, if something would happen to her. She believed that after you read this you would understand everything. So take your time to read through, and we'll be here right here."

Surprisingly Chamael gives them a warm smile, something odd coming from that rude man.

"Thank you." He replies while opening the envelope. Inside if finds many old letters. "Can I ask you something? Was my grandma a Nephilim?"

Ugne breathes deeply before speaking. "Being a Nephilim it's not a condition that you gain through time, it's an heritage. And for some, a curse that you pass from generation to generation. This is why we've managed to keep our numbers as low as possible. So, replying to your question: yes she was, and the same applied to your mother. Although your father was something else, which explains a little bit about you and the origin of your abilities."

"So what are we?"

Chamael drops his fork over the dish. "You are half-breeds. Children of men and angels. So you are neither but both at the same time." He contemplates Jazz's green eyes that contrasted with his exotic dark skin. "You see, long ago, many many millennia ago, there was an ancient order the Grigori, and they were ordered by our Father to look upon the mortals in this realm. And they, mesmerised by the men and women they start breeding with them, and teaching them sciences, art, philosophy, leaning to a major evolutionary leap. Angered, the Holy Father ordered to all of them to be branded as fallen and thus war waged on this earth, where they together with their children where slain through a rain of fire and the great floods." He stares through the window. "But life is too stubborn and you managed to survive, thus proving that you are all too powerful to be eliminated. So a pact was made."

"But some of us where against it and even our clan fell into division and ever since we've been fighting among us." Continues Ugne.

"But why? What's so important about all of this?"

They both stand quiet for a while. "I believe you should read those letters."

Complying, he opens the first envelope.

***

My dear Jazz, if by any chance you are reading this it means that I am long gone, and the seal upon you was finally lifted. Please, I ask for your forgiveness, since I am not happy to what I have done to you. But unfortunately that had to be done. I am aware that you have many questions, but worry not. Ugne will be there with you to guide you through.

Regarding the secrets that you will find here, I've always wanted to tell all about this sooner. But you where so young and I have wished your life would be simple and happy forever. But I guess that was just an illusion.