Changing Hearts

Chapter 3

The sound of Kaecilius's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way towards the grand organ. Ever since him and his remaining groups have escaped the Ancient One's fury, their hideout was in a large cathedral filled with religious images depicted of the Virgin Mary and Jesus on ceramic glass surrounding the walls and windows. Lucian, his most devoted follower and self-called "worshipper", was eager to bring Remi back to their hideout so they could get started on their plans to bring the Dark Dimension to Earth but Kaecilius refused, reminding him that all good things come in time.

Kaecilius opened a secret door behind the grand organ of the cathedral, looking around to make sure none of the zealots were there to see what was going on. Once he knew he was in the clear, he closed the door behind him and the organ slid back in place as if nothing had happened.

Looking around, Kaecilius rose his hands to his head and did a flicking motion, torches starting to align the walls in one swift whip of his fingers. He looked around and saw what kind of hallway he was on. He was in a dungeon of sorts, around ten or so cells perfectly lined in straight rows. They were huge and made of strong black metal bars that even with the strongest of kick, the bars would not budge from the bolts in the walls. Walking down the row of cells, his head turned from right to left until he came to the second to last cell in the left row. A smirk spread across his face once he saw the person sitting in the cell.

"So…you have awoken."

Sitting chained like a dog was an elderly woman with long silver white hair draped over her shoulders tied into a messy half bun atop her head. A single torch in her cell providing the only source of light, Kaecilius observed her intently. Two big grey heavy metal chains were around both her wrists, clanking when she moved her arms around or shook her hands. She was wearing old looking clothes, a dirty pink shirt with stains and holes, old grey pants that were ripped up to her knees, and her feet were bare and covered in dirt and suit. Her head hung low to the ground, not even bothering to give her captor a single glance above.

"Did you sleep well, Isadora?" Kaecilius asked. The old woman stayed silent.

"You will acknowledge my presence, or you will suffer consequences," Kaecilius reminded her dangerously.

"I should've suffered from your hands ages ago," Isadora's voice finally spoke in a thick Spanish accent. Kaecilius looked at her unamused and folded his hands behind his back. "But somehow, my faith prevents you from doing so. Why, Kaecilius, did you keep me alive? I accept fate because I know where I will go when I die."

Kaecilius chuckled and Isadora stayed silent. "Why would I kill you? You are too important right now. Perhaps, when our true Lord and Savior is ready to take over the world, then maybe your time will come to an end."

Isadora's head shot up and eyed him with horror. "I cannot believe you are still hellbent on revenge. You were such a good man, filled with devotion and faith towards the Sorcerer Supreme, yet you still gave into your demons despite what she had taught you. Your wife and son would hate the man you have become."

This caused a nerve to break in Kaecilius's bloodstream. His smile fading, he quickly waved one hand in front of his face, causing Isadora to rise to her feet and float towards the bars of her prison cell. Isadora gasped as Kaecilius reached his hand through the bars and grabbed her by the throat, his eyes narrowed and gritting his teeth. Isadora could tell, for the first time, this man was not the one she had come to care for as her own son she never had. It scared her to her core. Her pale, dark amber eyes widened as Kaecilius's grip tightened around her throat, causing her breath to rasp and her windpipe to swell up.

"If you ever mention them again, you will find yourself meeting your Gods sooner than you want!" Kaecilius growled as he slammed her against the bars. Isadora cried out as the metal chains around her arms clanked loudly, the chains tugging at her painfully. After a few minutes, Kaecilius calmed down and released her, causing her to drop to her feet with a loud grunt. Isadora wrapped both her hands around her throat and began to hack and cough to the point where she felt she was going to vomit out her entire insides. Her breath began to grow heavy as she looked at him with hatred-filled eyes.

"The time is coming closer than you think. I am so close to deciphering the rituals! I will be ready for his return," Kaecilius turned his back towards the elderly woman. "Once it is completed…your granddaughter will be mine."

Isadora's eyes widened and she got back to her feet, running towards the bars and gripping them tightly. "You stay away from my Remi! If you put your hands on her, I will pray to God for forgiveness as I kill you myself!"

Kaecilius's laughter echoed through the hallway. Isadora shot him a hateful glare as he turned towards her. "I would love to see you stop me, but you are wasting your time. Once Remi is in my hands, you will be the first to witness her transformation."

Isadora's glare turned from one to panic as she started to whimper, backing from him and slinking to her knees. Tears formed in the old woman's eyes as she began to sob, clutching her heart tightly with both hands. Kaecilius realized this was the best time to depart, deciding to leave her in her miserable state as she had a lot to take in. Turning on his heel, he said he will be looking forward to their next meeting, and when they do, he will make sure to bring Remi as he could not wait to see the look on her face when she realized her beloved grandmother was still alive after all this time. Isadora looked up and watched him leave, the lights of the torches going out as she heard the prison door close behind him.

Isadora folded her hands together and got to her knees, closing her eyes tightly. "Mi amore, please hear my prayers. I love you so much and forgive me for being unable to protect you." Tears formed in her eyes as sobs wrecked through her whole body.

To Be Continued

Sorry this chapter is short, but I felt it was important to get up! I bet you all thought her grandmother was dead, but nope! I say she has a strong spiritual connection with her, but she believes her angel is watching over her. :)

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