Please don't let the title scare you. This chapter has a lot of explanations. We're outside the Edison house…
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CHRNO CRUSADE: PATH OF THE GREEN MILE
ACT TWO, SCENE FIVE: HOUSE OF THE DEAD AND THE DEVIL INSIDE
The three approached the old house. It was painted white and had a red roof. Also, flower boxes were put outside, but the flowers were wilting. The mailbox said the name, "Edison."
"This is the place!" Alex said.
"Are you sure?" Azmaria asked.
"Positive!"
"It doesn't look like much," John said.
"Well, it is."
"Are you sure?"
"Look, do you know where the Edisons live?"
"No."
"Do you have an idea?"
"No."
"Then trust me!"
Alex knocked on the door.
"Mr. Edison! Mrs. Edison! Are you here?"
"I don't like the looks of this," Azmaria said.
"Me either," Alex replied. "They're always home at this time."
Alex jiggled the knob. The door opened with a squeak.
"It always had that squeaky hinge."
The house was very, very quiet. There was no sound at all. They checked upstairs, the basement, the kitchen and dining room. Finally, they headed over to the living room.
"Why would they leave the door unlocked if they went out?" Alex asked.
"They didn't go out…" a voice said.
"Who's that?" Azmaria asked.
"It came from the living room," John said. "This way!"
The room was pitch black but everyone saw it. The room was covered in blood. All petrified faces. The four bodies lay in a corner, sitting upright.
"Who could have done such a thing?" Alex asked.
"I can only name one thing," John said.
"And what is that?" Azmaria asked.
"Me."
The figure materialized out of nowhere. He was covered so they couldn't see what he looked like (although John knew it was the guy from the warehouse). He shot a black thrust of energy at Alex. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Another one headed to John.
"Look out!" Azmaria cried, letting the shot hit her instead.
"Azmaria!"
"Damn! She interfered! Oh well, it saves me the trouble of knocking her out later…"
"You're the one who killed this family, didn't you!"
"That's correct."
"Why!"
"They would have gotten in my way. I couldn't let that happen."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
"I thought you heard at the warehouse. Well, I'll give you a formal introduction. My name is Viscount Lerajie, a servant of Lord Ricardo."
"And who exactly is Ricardo."
"My master and contractor."
"Contractor? What's a contractor? And you called yourself a devil too. What's that suppose to mean?"
"Hmm…you don't know anything at all, don't you? I suppose I'm willing enough to give you a lecture before I kill you…"
"Grrr…"
"There is something called the Astral Line. It lies suspended higher than the heavens themselves. It is a river of spiritual energy, invisible to the human eye, the very source of life of every living being in the universe. The Astral Line is also the energy source for demons, and is channeled by their horns. As you can see, I have no horns so I need another source of spiritual energy."
"And that is?"
"Think about it, you nimrod. Souls! Souls provide me the energy of a devil. That's where Lord Ricardo comes in. He provides me with his soul while I carry out and do his bidding."
"Why are you after Azmaria?"
"Lord Ricardo isn't getting any younger. He's going to die and take me with him. He needs the power of the apostle in order to replenish his youthfulness. Although you also have this power, you're not nearly as powerful as the girl."
"Azmaria has that kind of power?"
"Oh, yes. Didn't she tell you?"
"No…"
"Obviously she doesn't trust you. Why? Why do you persist?"
"Because I choose to."
"Foolish sentiments will be your downfall. I prolonged your death long enough."
"Like I'm scared of some dead guy."
"I see that your attitude hasn't changed. But your impudence ends here! Prepare to die!" Viscount prepared for a attack. Just then, he was pierced by a shot. He yelled in pain.
"This is the Magdalene Order!" a voice from outside bellowed. "Come out now, or we'll open fire!"
"Magdalene what?" John asked.
"Damn! How did they find me? We'll finish this someday!" Viscount disappeared.
"I gotta get these two outta here!"
John dashed through the backdoor. The Magdalene Order came rushing in.
"He got away, sir," a voice said.
"No, the presence of the apostle is nearby," another voice said. "Fan out and search this region extensively."
"Yes sir."
They sent the dogs looking for Azmaria. John was hiding in a nearby creek. He laid Azmaria and Alex on a tree and looked out for trouble. He was contemplating on what Viscount had said.
"Azmaria," John thought to himself. "Is it that hard for you to trust me?"
Contemplation is such a big word for me. I'm not even sure if I used it right! Anyway, please R&R this scene and keep reading the scenes I write!