Chapter 5: Chapel

The hooded man was still on the ground, his eyes opened slightly, and he saw the ground and the pool of blood he was in. His vision was darker than usual, maybe it was still night, and he couldn't measure how long had passed in his state. His body was colder and heavier until he passed out again.

Again he woke up for brief moments seeing legs close to him approaching and distorted noises of greaves footsteps, and even if he wanted to move, his body didn't respond, until again he closed his eyes.

Submerged in total darkness, the hooded man no longer felt the ground near his body, nor even his own blood spilled. It was a strange sensation, as if he were floating in the middle of the most absolute nothingness. He saw his body submerged until he saw his body being pierced by a huge current that ripped through his abdomen, until he screamed and stood up, waking up afterward.

He raised his head and felt himself getting out of something that seemed to grab him. His vision slowly cleared, and he saw himself panting in a bright place. Slowly getting used to the brightness, he saw that he was naked in a kind of bathtub with pink water. In a place with white walls and pretty glass windows showing a forest landscape.

Looking around, still trying to calm down, the boy saw several bathtubs next to him as if it were a hall for that, but he noticed that before he was submerged but that for some reason, he hadn't drowned.

In a hurry, he got up and remembered his injuries. Standing in the bathtub, the water dripped, and he ran his fingers where the cuts should be, but there were only the scars indicating that they had been healed and no signs of bleeding. In fact, his whole body was lighter and recovered as if he hadn't fought before.

The boy was confused, but soon after, he looked for his clothes and his daggers, but he didn't find anything there besides the bathtubs. A door at the end of the room was open, with an even greater glow coming out of it, revealing a woman who had entered the room.

It was the redhead who walked in with a pair of pants, boots, and a white t-shirt that revealed large arms with some scars, and she kept her hair tied up. She looked at the pool that the hooded man was noticing he had raised, and she cracked a smile as she walked toward him.

"I can see that you've already woken up. How do you feel, boy?". She spoke without regret in her words, also having a jovial voice, but the assassin responded negatively and frowned. "Where's my stuff?"

"You were almost dead, and the first thing you worry about is your belongings? Are you really the boy I'm seeing in front of me?" She kept smiling and talking in a good mood until the assassin, still bothered by that, raised both his fists and put himself in a fighting posture even without the daggers. The woman widened her eyes in surprise to see that an assassin knew melee. Still, she stopped a little and looked down below the assassin's waist and, with a mischievous smile, spoke. "Hmmm... Check this out..."

Noticing that, the assassin widened his eyes and sat down in the bathtub in a hurry while putting his hands between his legs and looking annoyed.

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What the fuck was that?" The woman reacted positively and smiled as she responded. "You were too tense. There had to be a break in the mood, but don't worry, your things are fine. You're in a temple, so I couldn't rob you. I just asked them to wash while you recovered, as they were covered in blood. "

"Temple?". The boy frowned at the word, and the woman spoke. "Temple of the goddess of life, Veeda. I'm sure you must know, but don't worry, there's a change of clothes for you."

She would approach and leave clothes next to the bathtub and turn to leave, and then the killer would extend his hands to the clothes until she turned her face to look at the boy once more, and in fright, he again put his hands between his legs looking uncomfortable, the woman laughed and continued on her way to the exit leaving the hooded man alone.

Even angry and not knowing where he was, going out into the daylight with nothing on his body could be much more problematic, and then the killer would get dressed, noticing that his shirt had an extra volume in the part of his neck, and then he would put it on. under her head hiding her forehead and eyes and shortly after leaving the room through the door, outside the woman was waiting and seeing the boy arriving she opened a smile and spoke.

"Much better. I thought you'd feel better in those clothes, especially up here..." She pointed to the hood on her head, which seemed to have been made recently despite being a simple change of clothes. The hooded man looked neutrally but still suspiciously at the other part of the woman, who looked good-natured and continued. "Come on, follow me."

She walked carelessly, following one of the corridors as she passed other closed doors. As they passed, the hooded man wondered where he was and what all those rooms were for, but a short time later and after a few flights of stairs, the hooded man and the woman arrived at a place light that, for a few seconds obscured the vision of the hooded person.

Lifting his head after getting used to the light, the killer found himself in a place of beautiful walls and tall pillars made of marble. Golden chandeliers lit up the place at the top of what appeared to be a chapel, with several benches and a red carpet in the middle. With a strange symbol.

In the end, there was a man who turned around as soon as the two arrived, the killer saw a middle-aged man with long white robes, a white beard, and shaved head carrying a golden scepter, his expression showed calm, and with a smile, he spoke.

"Come closer, my children."

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