THE SECOND SIGHT 3
“It is your call now, Boat,” Griffith said softly.
Boat sighed and looked at the Seer with cold eyes.
“And what do you mean exactly by that, sir?” he asked. “My call to what…go after Duke Swallows?”
“Yes,” Griffith said. “There was a meeting of the League, and the prophecy came. So, Nikolai and I were chosen to come and find you, and assist you in any way we can. Our Lord and Almighty Lord wants you to go after the Holy Relics, Boat, and take them off Duke, and destroy them.”
“Destroy them?” he asked softly. “Destroy such personal totems with such significant proportions? Surely, that is too much of a call for even me! And why weren’t they destroyed in the first place? Why keep them?”
“You already said it, Boat,” Chekov chipped in. “Because of their awesome and overpowering proportions! Their presence, indeed, are a source of blessings for the keepers, for mankind, but the deep-rooted human greed and crave for money and power always corrupts the import of these relics.”
“I don’t get it,” Yaw Boat said, sounding worried. “Why should a combination of the Duke’s angelic inheritance, his occupation of an Unblind’s son and his wielding of artefacts of symbolic Christendom relations be a bother to Unblinds? By our call as Unblinds God has given us dominion over any demon in any capacity and in any situation. So, why do you need me? Why don’t you just hunt him down yourselves and deal with him?”
“Son!” old pastor Amoah said sharply, his voice hard and harsh. “You’re treading on dangerous grounds just about now! The Lord chose you! Questioning the basic foundations of your call is as dangerous as it can get!”
“And that is where I beg to differ, sir!” Boat said and got to his feet. “My missions had always been clear to me! God gave them to me directly! If this was of such import, why didn’t He give me a clear vision?”
“Your missions?” Nikolai Chekov chipped in, and he sounded angry. “What mission, Boat? The affair with the Legion was a major challenge, yes, and you succeeded where everyone else failed because it was a personal vendetta for you!”
“That is crap, Mr. Chekov!” Boat said with cold fury. “I didn’t succeed. God made me succeed because I had faith and trust in the God who called me!”
“Fine, my bad!” Chekov said as he took a step toward Yaw Boat. “But all you’ve done after the Legion was training ground stuff, Boat. Helping others, conquering lesser demons, your visions, people you saved…you were being trained for the real war, Yaw Boat! You’re not meant to be exorcising demons and minions! God has been preparing you for the battle front, to carry His glory and deal with the mores of hardened principalities that plague His church, and they don’t come any bigger than Duke Swallows! This is the war, Boat. What you have been doing so far are just fights that were meant to sharpen you for the wars!”
“I’m tired, goddamn it!” Boat cried with sudden passion as he reached out and jabbed a finger into Chekov’s chest. “I’m bloody tired of it all! The sights, the fights, always being on the edge, always having to steel myself and dig in deep to tap areas I have no absolute idea of! This is not the kind of life I want! I’m tired of it all!”
“Yaw, damn it, you’re blaspheming!” Paul Anderson cried, horrified.
“Stop it, sonny, stop it!” Pastor Amoah said.
“Tired of what, boy?” Chekov cried indignantly. “You should be happy, Yaw! Do you know what I would have done if I’ve been blessed with your gifts? What’s the matter with you, boy? You practically have all the gifts and powers imaginable! You have the abilities of a Seer and the powers of an Unblind, exhibiting more divine gifts than I have ever seen in any one individual! Yes, you should be happy! And yet you still wallow in ineptitudes as if nothing is at stake!”
“Back off, Nikolai!” Griffith cried frantically. “You’re going too far!”
“Ineptitude?” Boat asked grimly as he glared at Nikolai Chekov. “You call me inept?”
“Yes, and more!” cried the enraged Unblind. “You’re refusing to grow! Like you fornicated with that girl when you were in a position to discern her lust and deal with it! Like you barely get to delve into the Bible, like you’ve had no urge to know the Lord more! God Almighty has given you such gifts, shown you such favour, cut you amazing slacks, and yet you’re still the wet-behind-the-ears pompous and spoilt brat you were. Tell me, have you ever fasted for even an hour in your life since you became an Unblind?”
“And where did your fasting get you, motherfucker?” Boat cried furiously and pushed Nikolai in the chest. “I am what I am! Is it a sin to desire a normal Christian life?”
“Grow up, Mr. Yaw Boat!” Nikolai cried. “You’re being a fool! Why do you even continue to be an Unblind? You don’t deserve it!”
“Nikolai, belt it!” Griffith cried and got to his feet and pushed his friend away from Boat. “Get a hold of yourself, boy, before you incur the wrath of the Lord!”
Nikolai pulled his arm away from Griffith’s grasp and pointed a finger at Boat.
“You’re treading dangerously, my friend,” he said coldly. “Some of us are older than you, and we’re jealous of the amazing gifts you’ve been blessed with. You better accept your gift and live the life you’ve been called into before it is too late!”
“Fuck off,” Boat told him rudely. “Only God can judge me, and no one else!”
Chekov’s jaws worked hard with passion, and for a moment his fists balled up, but he sighed when Pastor Anderson touched his arm and pulled him away toward the window.
Eddie Griffith faced Yaw Boat and put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with kind eyes.
“Listen, my young friend,” he said softly. “What is this all about? Look, I know the life of the Unblind is hard! But think, if it had not been the saving grace of our Lord which saw you fit to be saved to serve, you would have ended up as a filthy overlord of dark forces, and God’s anger would have been against you! God saved you from a horrible future and brought you into the light!”
“I know that, yes, I do, and I’m grateful!” Boat said in a soft voice. “But look at you. You’re all matured men, all over sixty years old. Since I was born my life has been messed up, and yes, I was saved by grace. But I am just twenty-three years old! I’m twenty-three! Every single day of my life since I turned twenty-two has been filled with horrors up till now! And I am supposed to live like this until I die! Damn it! It is overwhelming!”
The older men heard the pain and confusion in his voice, and saw the utter dejection on his face and the slight drop of his shoulders as he turned away from Griffith and fell back into the seat.
Griffith came to stand in front of him.
“Yes, Boat, I understand you,” he said with a deep sigh. “I was born into a Christian family and grew up to become a staunch Christian and a pastor before I was called to be a Seer on my fortieth birthday. So, yes, I understand. We are failing to see that most of us were already very strong Christians before we were called, and that you were a strict unbeliever moulded in the pan of the evil one before God called you.”
“That is no excuse!” Nikolai cried from across the room. “Saul became Paul when he was on the war path of hatred against our Lord, and yet his light shone brighter than most of the apostles! He just needs to understand his call!”
“You shut your mouth over there with your damn judgment before I beat the crap outta you!” Boat said grimly as he pointed a finger at Nikolai. “You don’t bloody know me, do you understand? You fucking don’t!”
And as he spoke the whole room seemed to vibrate suddenly and the curtains across the windows billowed and flapped rather alarmingly. Nikolai gasped and took an involuntary step backward as he realized that Boat’s wrath was being translated into an invisible attack on him.
Shaken, he turned his back and reached for one of the disposable cups.
“The Lord wants you to go after Duke Swallows and clip his wings before that evil entity desecrates the foundations of the church, my son,” Pastor Amoah said gently. “You have no say in the matter, boy. When the Lord speaks, you obey. You should know that!”
“He’s a loving father, and when we bear our supplications to Him, He listens!” Boat cried desperately and got to his feet. “I’m tired of this all! I just want a little peace, just a little peace! You’re expecting me to go after an entity that has occupied the body of my son, and in the process kill my own son! That is a heavy cross to bear!”
“That son was conceived in evil!” Pastor Amoah cried harshly. “Remember my warning? I told you to destroy both that boy and his vile mother, but you let her live!”
“Enough already!” Boat cried painfully. “Please, enough! Let me breathe! Whether he was conceived in evil or not, he is my son! He is a boy who didn’t ask to come into the world. He is a creation of the Lord too!”
“He’s evil, boy!” Pastor Amoah cried. “He’s not human!”
“He is human, flesh of my flesh, my son!” Boat cried in anguish. “He deserves a shot at life, just as God saw me fit to be delivered out of the evil covenant I was born into! I went after the Legion and killed my father!”
“You didn’t kill your father, Boat,” Griffith said kindly. “It was his appointed time to go.”
“I was twenty-two years old and I watched my father’s skull being shattered on a concrete ceiling because I was confronted with a situation I was not prepared to deal with!” Boat cried, and his voice broke into a sob as tears came to his eyes. “I see that horror over and over each night I sleep! My father bled his last breath in my arms! My pain at his loss remains unassuaged! And now, you want me to kill my son too! That is too much for me!”
“Yaw Boat, you’re defying God’s explicit orders,” Griffith said in a very soft voice. “I don’t know how to explain this to you…but that is the most dangerous step you can ever take!”
“I’m tired!” Boat screamed and got to his feet. “Please, don’t ask me to do this. I’m going to see Nicole, and I’m going to ask her to marry me, and I’m going to do my best to be a good husband and a Christian. You people should deal with this! Go after him, and deal with him. Please, don’t ask this of me!”
“We’re not asking you, Yaw!” Paul Anderson cried, and his voice was not steady. “You’re on dangerous grounds here, my son, please! Nicole is there, and will always love you, and wait for you! Explain to her, and she’ll understand. When this is over, you can marry. But you need to trust God, and have faith in Him! You can’t turn your back on Him, and flee from His directive!”
“I cannot kill my son, I cannot!” Boat said and pointed a finger at them. “That I cannot live with! I’m scared, can you understand? Even now, knowing I have a son there I cannot hold, knowing there’s an innocent baby there being manipulated by evil, my intestines coil with pain, and my heart tears up with agony! If it had been someone else, I gladly would have done it! But this is my son, and if I go after him he will surely die! He will die!”
“He’s a spawn, an evil spawn, damn it, you fool!” Pastor Amoah cried.
Tears fell down Boat’s face as he pointed a finger at the old man.
“Even God loves Satan, old man!” he said painfully. “He’s my son, evil or not, and I love him!”
“Then go and save him!” Griffith cried out. “You have been given the power! Go and save your son!”
“Yeah, right, like I saved my father, right?” Boat whispered and shook his head. “No, I’m scared, and I’m in pain. Find someone else. God understands. Find someone else for this. I can’t, I simply can’t!”
And with that Yaw Boat turned toward the door.
He heard them calling him but he did not stop. He flung open the door and began to run with pain and dread in his young heart.
The men of God looked at each other with horror and dread.
“What is happening here?” Paul Anderson asked with sudden fright. “What have we done to him?”
“He’ll get what he wants, finally,” Nikolai said bitterly.
“Belt it up!” Anderson said furiously. “He’s right! He’s just a child!”
“And now you too question God?” Nikolai asked bitterly. “Don’t go there, brother!”
“Dear God, have mercy on my son,” Pastor Amoah whispered as his face became gaunt and horrified. “Please, spare him the Curse of the Jonah!”
“Curse of the Jonah?” Nikolai asked, and now even his voice was filled with fear. “Like the Nineveh effect?”
“Yes,” Griffith whispered as he sat down wearily in the seat Boat had vacated, and his hands shook as he brought them together. “Boat just disobeyed a direct order from God as an Unblind, and has just brought God’s displeasure against him. The Curse of the Jonah…Boat is going to be swallowed up by his own giant fish!”
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