"Surely, if there's a God then there must be a devil right?" she questioned the priest like a confused child.
"!"
"And if there are people who decipher God's words and guide His followers, don't you think there are people who decipher the devil's words and usher His followers? Well, that's me. I'm Elizabeth and as I stated earlier, I am a witch"
"If you're a witch then prove it!"
"Prove it? Like, dude. What do you want me to do? Stir up a storm? Rot your food? Make all your teeth fall out and bleed? Oh wait, I already did all that! In the meanwhile, can you prove your credentials? You are a man of God aren't you?"
"!"
"You did all of that? The storm right after our departure? The diseases? And now the lack of wind? Did you bring the whole sea to a standstill just to torture us? You truly are the devil! Don't move or I'll blow your brains out!" Captain Ilkman pointed his gun at the girl.
"No! No! No! Wait! Wait! We can talk it out, sir. Aren't you curious why I came here? Just think! Why would a witch like me take the risk and present myself in front of you sailors unless I had a very important reason?"
"Why would I care what the reasons of a witch are?" the captain barked.
"What if it concerned the 'End-of-the-World' ?"
"Okay? What?" John interrupted.
"The end of the world! Like fire raging down from the skies and burning evil souls. Armageddon and all that. Are you really a reverend?"
"The end of the world? This loon! You come to us saying that you caused all the misfortune we encountered till now and then say it's the end of the world? What do expect from us madam?"
"I expect you to help me prevent it. One of our own, a witch in her moment of desperation performed a forbidden spell that should never have been staged. Now the world will become a battleground between God and the Devil. In short, judgment day is coming. And I'm sure neither I nor you would want that to happen. Cause I know I'm going to hell. Where do you think y'all are going? You sure you lived in accordance with the will of God? Cause if not, it's an eternity of suffering in the hot fiery oil cauldron of Satan. Trust me it's all true, I've seen it with me own eyes, sir. I sure as hell would like to prevent such debacles. I kinda like it here. Cursing sailors and corrupting innocent souls. And if you still think I'm lying.'Thou shall not let a witch live' heard that phrase before, pastor? Why do you think I risked it. Why would any witch come out into the open when we know what the repercussions are. I am a witch sir, and I'm trying to prevent Armageddon"
"I don't understand"
"Don't understand what?"
"That line you quoted, is it from the scriptures?"
"It's from the bible"
"Oh yes. Yes, of course, the bible. That's- Galatians-"
"Exodus" she said in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Yes! Yes! Exodus, how could I forget. Haha. That's 13.6?"
"22.18, again, you are a priest right?"
"Yes, I definitely am a reverend. A fully ordained minister. Wait! Why are you making this about me? It's about you and your laughable claims of being a witch. How long have you been following us? You just saw us in the storm right? It's all a coincidence! What are you planning, you unchaste women!" Abberton hollered.
"Maybe you're right. But if you're wrong, the world will end and most humans would burn in agony. May I ask you, is it truly worth the risk? All I'm asking for is a chance to explain it to you"
"You're saying because of a single witch, the world's ending and you want us to believe that?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. One of our own performed a spell that was taboo even to us in her moments of desperation. Now the devil threatens to enter this world and God decided to destroy the universe, savvy? And oh did I say we only have a few minutes left so you better start being cooperative"
"What? The world's gonna end in a few minutes?" Abberton asked.
"Yeah, it's not like I know the exact time"
"What a kind of a half-assed lousy explanation is that? Okay, suppose we do believe you, why are you here then? You're gonna propose a plan to stop it, right?"
"Actually, I have no idea how to stop it, we just noticed the signs. And as soon as we realized that a witch had performed a forbidden spell. I was deployed to investigate and if possible prevent Armageddon. But when I reached the harbor y'all had already set off. So I performed a few spells to slow you down. That weather manipulation spell truly takes the wind out of ya. I was walking side to side for a month. Look, believe me, when I say this, I'd rather do many other things than wasting my time trying to converse with primate-excuse-for-sailors and a priest who can't even recognize a verse from the bible"
"Then why are you here?" Captain Ilkman asked.
"Yes, finally a good question, now if you could just lower your gun captain" Captain Ilkman stayed put, with his gun aimed at her head.
"Sigh! Fine! I'm here for the witch whose on your boat"
"Don't tell me-"
"Yes, it is as you fear. She's the one who performed the spell that may bring Armageddon to this world"
"ABBERTON! YOU BASTARD! I knew it. It's all your fault. You and your 'parcel'. I knew it. I should have thrown your 'parcel' overboard when we started seeing the omens, but you insisted not to. Now I'm gonna tell you what I'll do. I'm gonna head below deck to your cabin where you kept her and then rip her throat out" Ilkman said ardently. A hint of insanity glinted in his eyes.
"No, you mustn't. She's the only one who knows how to stop this madness. We must first make her undo the spell, or else it wouldn't matter where you hide. We'll all burn in the flames of Gehenna" the witch cautioned.
"Stop! Captain! Don't tell me you actually believe her! You believe this lunatic!? Just put that bullet in her forehead captain. She's trying to trick us"
"Another word from your mouth Mr.Abberton and this piece of lead will go into your brain. What do you want us to do? Just do whatever you gotta do and leave us alone" Ilkman pleaded.
"Just bring her to me. I'll undo the spell and if all goes well, I'll be out your hair and we'll never meet again"
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A Few Minutes Before The End Of The World | COMPLETED
Short StoryIn the year of our Lord, 1715, a young church minister set sail to deliver an important parcel to England. Content / Trigger Warning ⚠: Contains strong language and religious references that maybe offensive to some.