current situation. Quite often he feigned memory loss, blaming the many years that had passed for his inability to recall. But he knew all too well the horrors that took place here - and he was quite certain the current Order did too.
He feared the meeting about to take place. Abby had always sensed something happened here in her youth. He witnessed her shudder the moment they passed through the exterior iron gates, hesitant to continue on. Her eyes were focused, suspicious of the manor before her. Could she sense the darkness that once resided here? Once within herself?
Once inside, she had been on alert, always on guard for something out of place. Her usual sassy and sarcastic personality had taken a backseat to something far less comfortable, downright cynical to anyone that didn’t really know her. Please let us get through this day without her snapping.
Not that they wouldn’t have deserved it…
Chancellor Moore, Lincoln and Jayden were all waiting for them in the Chancellor’s office. Moore and Lincoln surprisingly gave civil introductions to her. Some would have found Jayden’s sneer and unwavering glare uneasy. Abby, however, would have been inclined to rip the eyes from his sockets had she been paying attention to it.
“Abigail Sorrensten. Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it,” expressed the Chancellor, semi-smiling.
“You’re the reigning Chancellor?” Abby asked indifferently.
“Yes. I am Chancellor Moore. This here is Lincoln, one of our eldest and wisest advisors.”
They nodded in acknowledgement. Abby locked eyes with Jayden. “And you?”
“Jayden is my assistant,” stepped in the Chancellor, sensing the annoyance on Abby’s quizzical face. “If you need anything, just ask. He’ll take care of it for you.”
Not freakin’ likely , thought Noel. Jayden continued to stare silently at her. Not necessarily glaring, but relentless none the less. Even Noel couldn’t figure out the meaning behind it. Realizing Jayden’s behavior, Abby slightly cocked her head at him. Noel recognized the threatening glint in her eye and casually stepped in between them, cutting off their line of sight. Her eyes found his and quickly softened.
Noel turned to Lincoln just as he was focusing in on his and Abby’s left hands. All aghast, he asked, “Are you married to each other?”
Noel answered mundanely, “Yeah, so?”
He gasped loudly. “Didn’t the Order tell you that advisors are not permitted to fraternize with their hunters?”
“Yes,” countered Noel, “but they’re all dead now.”
“And you’re not.” All eyes turned to Jayden. Silence ensued.
Noel remained in Abby’s line of sight so she merely spoke through him. “Our personal lives are no longer the Order’s concern. Don’t bother asking cause we’re not telling. And I mean that in every aspect of our lives.” Abby then turned her back on Jayden. “Can we do this already?”
Noel silently sighed. Abby had many virtues: perseverance, courage, endurance. There were times he’d trade them all for patience.
The Chancellor retrieved a book from his desk and passed it to Abby. Noel leaned over her shoulder. He gently pressed against her as he recognized the symbol depicted in the book. It was exactly what they were looking for.
“Do you recognize this symbol?” asked the Chancellor.
“Looks like a blurry circle to me,” Abby stated, though she understood more than she was letting on.
“It was the symbol given for Morphus, prize pet of the Goddess Eris,” he explained.
The drawing didn’t do the real symbol justice, seeing how it was impossible to depict. The real symbol had illusionistic qualities. You could watch it forever and see it change from one thing to the next. Suiting for the demon Morphus, who could also morph into endless formations.
“We have been informed that he is set to rise and perhaps, may have already done so.”
Unimpressed, Abby tossed the ancient book