After listening to her short words, the smile on the priest’s face fell down, “Add in the mercenary powder which was bought a week ago. It should complement it fine. Also, Jera,” said Father Antonio to have the girl stop her footsteps when she had started to walk, “Don’t forget to use the coal that has been kept under the cupboard. It should be on the last shelf from the right,” the girl nodded before her footsteps turned quick and she disappeared behind the door.
Seeing the intrigued look on the girl whom Mr. Quinn had brought here in the church, he cleared her curiosity to say, “Most of the church offer services to the public. Offering them guidance, knowledge on what path to walk on and how to receive forgiveness for the mistakes that has been committed by a person who feels guilty. Some of the churches though have different things to offer most of them having a common goal that is to keep everyone safe and sound while providing them protection.”
Penny still appeared curious and Damien stepped in to clear her mind, “Some of the churches on the lands here specialize in making weapons that can be used against the creatures- humans, vampires, witches,” her eyes slightly widened on this information, her eyes picking up on the walls that looked lonely and isolated. It was odd how there weren’t many visitors to the church.
Father Antonio then said, “I don’t think there is anything to hide where you might already know that I am a white witch. We make use of what we have, the ability so that we can be of service to the council and its members,” he smiled before raising his hand, “This way. Please follow me,” with that he started to walk towards the other door of the church which was located in the opposite direction to where the girl had disappeared.
“Did you like the bullets which we last presented to you? I hope they came in handy,” said Father Antonio, leading them through the dark path of the corridor.
“I very much enjoyed them. I was planning to buy six more boxes. Do you still have them or did they get over?” asked Damien while they continued to walk down with the stone walls that surrounded them which held the torch-like fire burning brightly to let one see the uneven stairs clearly.
“We have two more boxes right now. The last pieces were taken by the Lord himself after they found out about the skin changing creatures. Did you hear about them?” asked the white witch, glancing Damien over his shoulder.
“I encountered them before hearing what they were,” came the dry answer through Damien’s lips.
Father Antonio gave out a surprised look, “Which means you were the first one to identify who the switchers.”
He still couldn’t believe that he had not been fooled but not once but twice in less than a day. The thought about it still got him annoyed that he didn’t realize it wasn’t Penny whom he had bought home. There were some parts of the day when he remembered that Falcon had died because he had brought the wrong girl home. If he had been sharp and calculative enough, this would have never happened but then who knew that there was another who existed amongst themselves. Talking and breathing like the people who existed and some who died.
Some of the higher council members were trying to figure out the infiltration that had taken place from what he had heard from the switcher he had killed. With the lack of knowledge, one had when it came to this new creature, it was hard to pick apart on who was real and who was not.
While a lot was not aware of what was going on in the council, some of them were working on getting it fixed but who were they supposed to trust and whom to not? This time had turned dire, leaving many with questions that had no answers.
“Unfortunately, yes. Once the wind of it is caught there would be many would be buying the silver ash bullets. It works well with the witches as well as the switchers. Right at the center of the head,” said Damien as they ascended down the stairs.
When Penny finally made it to the last stair, she couldn’t believe that the church which was at the top could hold something so magnificent to what she saw in front of her right now. The atmosphere and the space they were in were darker than what they had left behind them before the stairs but there was light. Candles that were lit after every tall pillar which stood on the left as they continued to walk.
The ceiling of this place was dark and black which made it look like an endless pit of blackness.
“That they would. Everyone wants to stay safe and make sure that they don’t get caught in the loop. I don’t think you will have any definite answers on how to identify them until that doctor of yours dissects them out,” said Father Antonio, taking a turn that led to a narrower hallway this time, “Miss Penelope. I heard from Damien that you tried to find your element and it was water.”
“It isn’t,” Penelope answered to receive a questionable look from the priest.
“Did you find what it was?” she shook her head.
“You should try catching hold of the next black witch to get the answers if that is what you seek. Unfortunately, I cannot help you in that matter if that is what you came here for, miss Penelope,” Father Antonio came to stand in front of a door, opening the lock to push it open, “Please step inside,” once they did, the darkroom which suddenly lit up with a snap of someone’s fingers.
Penny’s eyes snapped to look at the white wich who had ash hair, looking at her to say, “I am an elemental fire.”
