THE SECOND SIGHT 3
The atmosphere in the lounge was charged suddenly as Pastor Nana Amoah sat down beside Boat again. Paul Anderson was fetching water from a dispenser near one of the windows, his expression thoughtful. He turned and faced them with the water in a disposable cup.
He took a sip, waited, took another sip, waited and then he drained the cup and basketball-shot the cup into a small metallic basket bin beside the dispenser. Rubbing his forehead thoughtfully, he pointed to the two white men.
“Yaw, meet Pastor Nikolai Chekov, an Unblind from Russia,” he said, indicating the younger of the two pastors whose dark hair was tinged with a heavy dose of grey.
Nikolai Chekov was a heavy, stocky man with huge hands and a face that was huge, broad and filled with perpetual good humour as if he was secretly amused with something he only knew about.
“And Pastor Eddie Griffith, a Seer from Ontario, Canada,” Anderson said.
Eddie Griffith’s blonde hair was now almost silver due to age. He was possibly nudging close to seventy. He was of medium-built and had piercing blue eyes. His nose was prominently sharp in his lined face, and he had the aquiline sculptured look of upper aristocracy.
“They came to see me yesterday, Yaw,” Anderson continued. “Flew in a special private plane supplied by the LIU, the League of International Unblinds. I don’t know if you have heard about that.”
“Nope,” Boat said carefully. “First time hearing about this League.”
“It is not known, Mr. Boat,” Griffith said in a calm voice. “It is has existed for almost thirty years now, but totally off the radar. The League works behind the scenes to help the cause of the Unblinds, funded by the kind benevolence of men, women and groups who understand the cause and the daily battles.”
“And what does this League want with me?” Boat asked levelly.
“Not the League, Mr. Boat, but –”
“Call me Boat, or Yaw,” Boat interrupted Griffith.
“Fair enough, Boat,” the Seer said promptly. “As I was saying, it is God that wants you, not the League.”
“I’ve always gotten my summons directly from God ever since I found myself with this gift,” Boat said softly.
“Meaning you don’t believe God sent us to you?” Chekov said, his voice filled with stunned shock. “Now that is saying a lot!”
“Your hurt feelings don’t faze me, Mr. Chekov,” Boat said. “I’m just calling it as I see it.”
“Don’t profess to understand the ways of our Almighty Father, son,” Pastor Amoah put in quickly. “At the beginning of the journey as an Unblind, it is mostly normal for you to work with a mentor, your predecessor. Yours was different because your call was absolutely different, and horrendous. But we’re past that, aren’t we? So, yes, sometimes our Lord deviates from the norm and sends others to impart his message, especially if he wants you to work with others.”
“Your calling was as different as it was exhilarating, Boat,” Griffith continued. “Your ability to face and defeat the Legion brought you to our notice, and we knew you were that one Unblind who was going to take on the mores of decadent evil and pave relief for some of us from intangible horrors. The League waited for your growth, but alas, it doesn’t seem like you’re growing, unfortunately.”
Yaw Boat fixed his cold eyes on the Unblind.
“Is that supposed to make me weep?” he asked coldly. “It is not a gift I wished for, Mr. Griffith. It has been a daily battle for me to accept it, and a daily prayer of mine for God to let me go. The only time I truly enjoyed this gift was tracking down the Legion.”
“Because of your vengeful heart, Boat,” Nikolai said sourly.
“Of course, absolutely,” Boat replied coldly. “Those motherfuckers killed my parents, and I wanted them fucked up. Afterwards, when it was done, I lost interest in the gift to a certain extent because I wanted to be free. I saw what it did to Pastor Anderson and his family, and because of that I had to flee from the woman I love!”
“Oh, I find your ungratefulness a flummoxing experience and a vexatious drone in my ear, Boat!” Nikolai said, almost in a shout. “Do you know how favoured you really are? You’re not only blessed with the power of a Seer, or Unblind or a Healer, my young friend! It seems to me that God has given you free reign, and you have almost all the powers we can imagine! No Unblind has ever been granted that! Do you know how overjoyed some of us would have been if we had been gifted that grace?”
“Cool it, Nikolai,” Pastor Amoah said calmly. “You don’t want to judge God’s anointed. Now, son, you need to listen to what these men of God are bringing to you. It is very, very important.”
“That’s the problem, old man,” Boat said in a resigned voice. “This last couple of days I had to contend with an entity called Tim Swallows and get rid of him. And this dawn I had to contend with his father who turned to be something I have never seen before, a sort of angel. Suddenly, I’m tired of it all, sir. Suddenly, I just want to be a normal Christian and settle down with the woman I love, and I have this premonition that you’re trying to send me once more on another horrible journey. I simply need rest!”
“I understand you, Boat,” Griffith said calmly. “It can be very horrendous and absolutely overwhelming sometimes, even to the point you feel like you’re drowning. It has happened to all of us. But, when you’re chosen for the big ones, the grace and favour of the Lord on you increases.”
“So, there’s a big one,” Boat said softly.
“Yes, in the name of Duke Swallows and the Holy Relics. Ever heard of the Holy Relics, Boat?”
“The Holy Relics are artefacts from our Lord’s crucifixion,” Griffith explained. “Three of them, Boat. A piece of the robe the Lord Jesus Christ wore on the day he was crucified, a part of the Crown of Thorns that was forced on His head, and then the tip of the spear that was used to pierce His ribs.”
“They’re in existence?” he asked softly.
“Yes, my young friend,” Griffith said. “Powerful relics that still has the grace and the power of our Lord on them. In the olden days, they gave healing to people that came near them, but then, the holders became proud, arrogant and downright evil eventually. Even staunch Christians who handled the relics eventually became drunk by the power it seemed to possess, turning them into awful beings. A little water, Paul, please, if you don’t mind.”
As Paul Anderson pulled out another disposable cup and dispensed water into it, Yaw Boat sighed and leaned back miserably. He knew he was being drawn inexplicably into the maze once more, and he was unhappy about it.
Somehow, he had the uncomfortable feeling that it was going to be the whole works again, the whole frenetic hustle and bustle he had had with the Legion, and it was something he could not live through again, no.
Pastor Anderson handed the cup to Griffith, and he drank half of it and then began to twirl the disposable cup absent-mindedly.
“The three relics eventually fell into the hands of a demon-possessed powerful man, Boat,” Griffith said. “It turned him into a monster of epic proportions more than a thousand years ago. The Unblinds named him the Roar. He decimated the ranks of the Unblinds and the Christians relentlessly, and eventually forty powerful Unblinds came together to fight the monster. Twenty of them lost their lives horribly in the fight, but The Roar was overcome, and the relics taken from him.”
“And that was when the decision was made to keep the relics from people,” Nikolai chipped in. “They were separated and given to three Unblinds to hide. Each Unblind chose his successor and passed on the relic. However, due to lack of technology and massive periods of significant historical events, we lost track of two relics eventually, the piece of robe and the spearhead.”
“But we continued to have the thorn,” Griffith continued after drinking the rest of the water in his hand. “It was successfully handed down and hidden. The last Unblind to have it was Fad Tremblay, a Canadian. He was tracked down and killed in his home by Duke Swallows, and the relic taken from him.”
Boat leaned forward with a scowl.
“Wait a sec,” he said softly. “A holy relic from Jesus Christ in the possession of an infernal demon of the dark? How can that be possible? Surely, evil cannot come near such a holy object. Secondly, if I get you right, having an individual relic doesn’t grant any powers unless all three are combined…so why should Duke Swallows having one of them cause panic?”
“You saw the Duke, right?” Nikolai said, and his voice was hushed as if with tension. “He is from the freak ancestral tree of a fallen angel. Briefly, there was a time angels came down to earth and took women as wives. The floods came during Noah’s time, and those angels shirked their human skins and returned to heaven but were cast out. Well, one of such angels lurked around during the flood, and afterwards. Later took a woman for himself, and gave birth. Duke Swallows is a descendant of that angel.”
“Wow,” Boat whispered softly.
“Exactly,” Griffith said. “I’m a Seer, Boat, and five years ago God revealed an impending apocalypse to me. Like you pointed out, yes, the Holy Relic should be deadly grounds for evil, but Duke is a descendant of angels and because of that it seems he retains a sort of immunity other evil entities do not have.”
“I messed him up this dawn,” Yaw Boat said. “Even though he had the relic. So, what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that he underestimated you, Boat. He was so incensed with the loss of his son that he thought making you slip physically by making you sleep with that poor girl would make you vulnerable, but he found out too late that you’re a different kind of Unblind. He wasn’t using the relics then!”
“Relics?” Boat whispered. “Meaning what…he has the others?”
Griffith looked bleakly at him.
“Yes, he does have all three,” he said grimly, and the people in the lounge felt the chill that filled the air. “That was the Apocalypse that God revealed to me, Boat. Five years ago we had the revelation, and so we gathered and prayed and sought direction. We knew there was no way we could let the Duke lay his hands on the last relic, but alas, it seemed he found a weak chink in Pastor Fad Tremblay’s armour and took over. The vision I saw was in three parts. The first was the taking over of the last relic.”
“And the second and third?” Boat asked softly.
“The second is the Merger and Takeover, Boat,” Griffith explained. “In the vision God gave me, I saw the Duke holding the three relics as he leaves his skin and enters the body of a baby. Boat, I saw this vision come to reality when you set Death Clouds on Duke this dawn and he left his body. Now, he is going to merge his body with this baby boy and take over his soul. He will then be able to use all three relics because the relics cannot harm this baby boy, who has the spirit of an Unblind in him.”
“Hey, hey, hey, go easy,” Boat said with a scowl. “You lost me somewhere in there when the baby came in. What baby are you talking about? What does it all mean?”
“The baby I once told you to stop from coming into the world,” old Pastor Amoah said softly. “The spawn, son, your spawn with Elaine.”
And Yaw Boat went numb all over as he stared with horror at them.
“Elaine? My son with her?” he asked in an unsteady voice.
“She gave birth to your son barely a week ago,” Paul Anderson said in a rush. “First, she tried to use your son with some demons of old obviously to get back to you, but of course the vision that was given to Pastor Griffith came to pass. And now it seems the Duke has taken over your son, body and soul, and lives in him now.”
“Oh, dearest Lord!” Boat cried with horror. “Nic…Nicole! She saw a baby boy from her bathroom! There were snakes and crows in her room!”
“It has started, Boat,” Griffith said softly. “The Duke now resides inside the body of the spawn, who has your blood as an Unblind, and the ordained evil blood of his mother, for a perfect disguise for the Duke. The relics cannot harm the boy, but if Duke is residing within the boy, and the boy has the relics, then even our glow cannot affect the Duke!”
“He will be immune to our powers because of the boy he’s hiding in, Yaw,” Paul Anderson said. “But the Unblinds…most of us have guilts, insecurities, secrets, and Duke Swallows can use that against us.”
“And that brings me to the third phase of the vison God gave, Boat,” Griffith said. “The Apocalypse. Because we can no longer hurt the Duke if he occupies the body of your spawn, and because most Unblinds have dark guilts, we saw the Duke reigning over evil that expanded to mind-boggling heights. And then, a lot of Unblinds are going to lose their lives because Duke will kill them all.”
And Yaw Boat was stunned.
This, indeed, was a far deadlier call than his showdown with the Legion.
His own son was the evil incarnate now!
Dear sweet Jesus!
He was indeed an apocalypse he did not want!
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