Vincent sighed. “Maybe all it will take is to defeat her, throw her back to whatever pit she crawled out of, and then I’ll be myself again.” He followed her to the books, claws clicking softly against the wood flooring. “Heather and I, we’re trying to locate other people who might be able to help, we got a message out, we know where to find them when we need them, if there are any.” And he was sure there would be.
“Three Seals are in the Church, last I knew, we have one, and God is carrying another. If you can get her to trust you enough, she might give it to you.” He began to pace, easily stepping out a rhythmic pattern with is clawed feet. “It might work to our advantage…but you’d have to be careful. More careful even than when we used to sneak out at night to have adventures. This is life or death here.” And his tone made it clear he didn’t want death being an option.
Alessa gulped, finally looking down at the noise Vincent was causing; it worried her so much but she wanted the same, for him to be whole again. His legs didn’t frighten her, only saddened her, with a heavy dosage of anger. How dare She touch Vincent like that. She had no right! Alessa died for this God and this is how She was repaying her? Repulsive.
“Help is always nice, but I’m afraid it might not work,” Alessa said swiftly. She wasn’t trying to bring her and Vincent down; it was just the plain truth that she had no intention of hiding. Alessa nodded; so God had one of the Seals with her. Then it was settled. “I will befriend God and take the Seals. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve experienced life and death. I’m not afraid.” Well, maybe a little, but she couldn’t let Vincent know that. Even with his help, Alessa was the only one who could kill Her. This was now a war between God and Her Mother.
“Vincent, do you have any idea where she could be right now? I’d like to get started as soon as I can.” She gave him a small smile to assure him that she would be alright.
He flinched lightly to so much as sense his friend’s anger. She was so upset that God had hurt him, and her anger was frightening. The former priest knew all too well what it could do. “It will work.” Forced optimism. “It has to.”
A soft smile crossed his face when she said she wasn’t afraid. “You were never a good liar, Alessa. What you’re about to do, it’s not easy, and it’s dangerous. It’s okay if you’re a little nervous.” Something told him she would be okay though, somehow.
“She should be prowling around by the church, you can handle yourself against the monsters right?” Stupid question, she could control them. Quietly he crouched down and pulled her into a tight hug. “You better come back in one piece, got that?”