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“She will be out soon, I promise”,
he said to her making sure that the older woman couldn’t hear him,
she was still talking to him about the weather as if she was trying
to take his attention away from the girl.
“I don’t know what you mean”, the
girl said. He could smell the fear on her. His other self smiled and
“Have a nice day”, he said pulling
out his black hat and putting it back on his head. He noticed that
him too was dressed in black. He walked toward a high tower which was
guarded by two other men dressed just like him. He realized that he
was a priest in this world, something that had never occurred to him
before. Most humans had never seen demons, for them they were just
creatures from another world, something religious and Sahel had never
cared much about religion. When he was a child he had only learned
two things. The first was Demon bad, Human good. That’s what a lot
of people had been repeated around, and he could somehow verify the
demon being bad part of the theory as every time they had been
attacked, it was by demons and they were really scary for him at that
time. The second thing he had learn was that he could chose for
himself if he wanted to be good or bad, that it was his decision and
that nobody else could make it for him. He was the master of his own
destiny. And he had realized that it was true, that not all demons
were completely bad, that he could make friend with some of them, but
also that not every human was good, that some of them could be even
worse than what they basically thought about demons. But now, he was
a priest. His memories and his knowledge in his life were coming back
to him slowly. He had always wanted to be a priest, from when he was
very little. He laughed at the idea as his other self was greeting
the others and getting in the tower. It wasn’t a church. It was
more like a prison.