Chelsea fought the urge to throw her ball across the room in frustration. She'd been trying four two hours now to scry the location of the Malleaus Malificarum to no amount of success whatsoever. She was considering asking her grandmother to help.
"Any luck?" Jubal asked quietly as he walked into their room.
"None," she sighed. "I just... It's like there's no such thing."
"You'll find it," he said, stroking her face lightl as he stood behind her.
She looked up from where she sat to his face. "Why is it you believe in me so much?" she asked playfully.
"What," he replied with a smirk. "You think I'd come back from the dead for just anyone?"
She smiled and turned her face to kiss the palm of his hand.
"Out of curiosity, have you tried looking for nothing?" Jubal asked conversationally.
"You mean just looking at everything?" she chuckled. "Jubal I don't think it's that big."
"No, no," he clarified. "I mean, majick is a part of nature right? Everywhere from deserts to forests to tundras, right?"
"Yeah," Chelsea nodded, not entirely following him.
"And the Mean-Mallet destroys magick, right?" he asked.
Chelsea's eyes began to widen in surprise as she realized Jubal what Jubal had been saying. "Then wherever the Malleaus Malificarum is hidden there will be an absence of magick!" She pulled his face down for a quick peck on the lips. "Jubal, you're a genius."
He stood back up with a happy grin. "That's what I tell everyone, but they don't listen."
"Can I ask you something?" Paul asked Deacon combs tentatively.
"Sure," Combs replied, sipping the soda Ruth had given him.
"How... how do you reconcile the magick world... and God?" Paul asked.
They were away from the rest of the group.
Wyatt looked down at his feet and then at Paul. "Let me guess, raised in the church all your life?"
"Yeah," Paul nodded. "A lot of recent events have made me question... a lot of things."
"To be honest, I had a lot of questions when I first found out about my charism. And then more when I found out about Magick," he shrugged. "The Church officials I worked with helped me a lot but eventually, it all came down to accepting that a God who can create humanity and science, could and did also create lycanthropy and magick."
"And what about... what about Chelsea and..." Paul pressed on.
"Worried about Hell, and their eternal souls?" Wyatt asked.
"Yeah," Paul nodded, leaning on the walls.
"What do you think will happen to them?" Wyatt asked.
"Well, the bible says..." Paul began, only to be cut off.
"That is a mistake," Wyatt lectured. "One a lot of Christians fall into."
"But the Bible is the word of God?" Paul tried to assert.
"Given to MEN with pens who wrote down what they understood of the word of God, which was then translated by more men with pens who translated their idea of the word of God, and their translations where re-translated, etc., etc., etc." Wyatt smiled. "The Bible is as reliable as priest, and I do mean to include current events the Catholic church into that statement. It is a man-made thing and thus as reliable as any man-made thing.
"Don't put your faith in the book, put your faith in God," Combs summed up. "Now, I'll ask again. Do you believe your sister-in-law is going to hell?"
"I-I-I don't know," Paul admitted in defeat.
"Perfect answer," Wyatt said with pride in Paul. When Paul looked at him like he was crazy, the Deacon smiled and said, "So high above our ways, are the ways of the Lord."
"God is smarter than me?" Paul attempted to summarize. "So I don't know who's going to Heaven or Hell..." Paul suddenly leaned back... and realized he'd believed that already... but hadn't realized he believed it.
"The Sin of Pride is most often committed by one of the supposed faithful who takes to telling people what they believe God will do. They take upon themselves the right to dictate people's lives, tell them what to do, and kill them if they don't obey. God gave human beings free will. We can attempt to educate, but to do much more than that is to attempt to take away what God gave us."
"Thanks," Paul said, shaking hands with the deacon. "You didn't really tell me anything I didn't know already... just stuff that I..."
"Never thought about?" finished Wyatt. "You should have seen my brother laying the epiphanies on me when he went through seminary."
Timon, Harry, and Lilith stood in the chamber of the Council of Three, awaiting the arrival three more.
"When I find out who...." Lilith smouldered.
"Hail of fire, death by locusts, anything else?" Timon asked passively. He'd known Lilith long enough to let her rage burn run it's course. Though she was easily annoyed, she was not easily enraged. She'd lived too long to be angered by petty things.
"And the Vatican is saying it was one of my brood!" she snapped angrily. "Do you know how embarassing it will be if it turns out THEY, the Damned Vatican, is correct?!"
"You called," Asked a werewolf as he stepped through the portal into the Council's chambers.
"Adragar?" asked Harry. "Of the Gray Wolf clans?"
"Aye, at your service." Adragar took a knee in front of Harry.
His appearance was quickly followed by two others, Melpomene and Jeremy.
"You finally made it," growled Lilith.
"I'm sorry," Mel replied. "I would have been here sooner, but Jeremy is not the best at portaling."
"Sorry," the were-boar shrugged.
"Very well," Timon said, waving his hand dissmissively. "Now that the three of you are here, you may learn your mission."
"Mission?" Asked Jeremy. "We will be doing work for the Council?" he had a look of awe in his eyes.
"Under me," Lilith added coldly.
Jeremy's awe turned to intimidation.
"There has been a robbery," Harry said, doing a decent job of being the "normal" member of the Council. "Two pairs of objects were stolen from the Council's vault. You are to retrieve the objects, and the theif. They will face Judgement by the Council."
"Which means they must be brought to us ALIVE," Timon specified, giving pointed looks at both Melpomene and Lilith. "We have chosen this team so that all peoples are represented. Morphs, witches, wolves, and vampires. This way, no matter who the theif is, they will not be able to appeal to any sort of 'loyalty'."
"If one of my brood did this I'll feed him his own organs one by one," Lilith growled.
"What did they steal?" asked Adragar, the armored werewolf.
"The Gauntlets of Daedalus and The Gauntlets of Icarus," Lilith told them. "You can imagine what sort of chaos they could do mucking about with such powerful objects."
In the Name of Agis, Miolin, and Rahs
I am Zoken, Domine Somniorum
Worship at your leisure.