Sensitive to the Light Immortal Bloodlines I

Sensitive to the Light (Chapter 19)

Dedicated to AngusEcrivain for multiple occurrences of the word 'F**K'

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“Why the fuck didn’t anyone think to translate this shit before we ended up with a fucking Apocalypse on our hands?” Isaac muttered, pushing his chair back from the table with a force which carved grooves in the floorboards, accompanied by a screeching akin to that of fingernails being drawn slowly down a blackboard.  

He grabbed a crystal decanter from a carved mahogany table nestled in the center of four Queen Ann’s, arranged in a square close to the fireplace and removed the stopper taking several gulps of Whiskey, not bothering with a glass before returning to his seat and pilfering one of Gray’s fags.

“What does it say about the third seal?” I asked Bette.

“Sanguine Innocentius, natus est mortis etiam ieiunium, producit expectatur, peperit ad ultimum.  Blood of the Innocent, born of death too fast, brings forth the awaited, birthed at last.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense at all,” I grumbled, “How can you be born of death? That’s just bloody stupid.”

The fourth one’s even worse,” Bette shook her head, Julius was looking at the net-book over her shoulder, staring wide eyed at the screen.

“Non unus est ex vivis, nec quod mortuorum, in diaboli pactum, resuscitabo capite. Not one of the Living, nor that of the Dead, the Devil's bargain, will raise their head.”

“Cal, I reckon t’ Devil’s bargain is Daegan.  She ain't dead, but i’s not like she’s prop’ly livin’ either, is it?” Julius spoke flatly without his normal, good humoured joviality.

“Oh hell.”  I dragged my fingers through my hair - a nervous habit I had developed aboard the Revenge - as I tried to put together the jumble of the prophecy.  “If you’re right, that means that four of the seals are...”

“Fucked.” Blurted Ann, helpful as always.

Bette nodded resolutely.  “This one is even more weird, if that’s even possible... Septima ipsum, quinque lunae abscondere Solis, impletio prophetia, profecto coepit.  

The Seventh Event, five Moons hide the Sun, fulfillment of the Prophecy, has surely begun.  It can’t be the seventh event,  this is only the fourth verse and we only have one moon.”

“Enough.” Isaac growled. “This is bullshit.” His chair fell backwards as the door to the Library slammed closed behind him.

Daegan

I ran until I reached the door to Callan’s room, not even considering for a second that the door might be locked.  Fortunately for me it wasn’t, because there was nowhere else in the house I knew, apart from the blood soaked memory of the vast bathroom at the top of the stairs.

I stepped slowly into the room, sliding the door silently shut behind me as I allowed my eyes to take in the destruction of my surroundings.  It was exactly as we had left it other than the addition of a large duffel bag on the bed.  I crept across the room, eyeing it cautiously, wondering if there were any other surprises from Gray inside.  

The sound of the zip penetrated my eardrums as I pulled it back, everything was amplified now, since I had ‘changed’ for want of a better term.  There was so much detail on the surface of something as mundane as a bag it was unbelieveable.  Every thread, every stitch, every particle of dust.