He Who Hunts Demons Chapter 21: 21-The Golden Eye

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The interior of the Golden Eye’s building was significantly different from that of the Iron Eagle’s. It was larger and more decorated. From its walls hung pictures captioned with the names of the archbishop of the archdiocese of Ur, the bishop of the cathedral, the various priests tasked with carrying out the processions and sermons, as well as every other religious personnel that was under the Church of Ur. However, in all the drawings, not one of them depicted the members of the Iron Eagles, nor those of the Golden Eye. After all, none of the people shown in the pictures were linked to any of the organizations by the words written underneath them. I wasn’t especially surprised, as it was not like I was expecting anything different, but still, no acknowledgment for those bound to the secret even in secret? What a sad way to live. Gaston led me to the front desk of the Golden Eye’s building. A man was seated on the other side of this; he had the brown skin of the people of Andhera, thin hair as grey as the fur of a koala, and very broad arms designed by scars, exposed by the fact that he had rolled up his sleeves. His eyes were fixed onto Ur’s tribunal, and despite my certainty that he was well aware of our presence in the building, he didn’t spare us a glance. The vampire knocked on the edge of the desk, trying to draw the man’s attention, but the man still didn’t look up. “How are you doing, Alfie?” Gaston resorted to speech instead. Alfie simply cleared his throat and pointed down the noisy hallway. “She’s in,” he said and Gaston’s eyes twitched in response. “No time for small talk today, ei?” he sighed. “Sad. Come on Elmer-boy.” I pressed my lips and finally said what I’d been meaning to say all this while, “Please stop calling me that.” As if the sound of my voice was some sort of trigger for the grey-haired muscular man, Alfie, his eyes immediately shot up towards me just before I could follow behind Gaston. I froze as his gaze locked onto mine and frowned. His eyes didn’t have any luster about them. They were cloudy white, giving me the immediate impression that he was blind. But one look at the newspaper he held, and the fact that his eyes were visibly locked onto me, made me question that thought. Was he or was he not blind? I remembered where I was and my mindset instantly shifted. There was a high chance that the man wasn’t blind. But then, why was his eyes cloudy? Some sort of disease, or was it as a result of whatever had happened to him after he transitioned into a Transcendent? Alfie’s eyes shifted from mine, moving slowly upwards until it stopped just above my head. His brows furrowed instantly. Taken aback, I glanced up, confused as to whether there was something above me I had missed. But, of course, there was nothing there. I frowned and returned my attention to Alfie, but he was already staring at me once more. I was creeped out. “What?” I asked rather simply, but my word carried a lot of weight—or, at least I hoped it did. Gaston turned around, already at the border into the hallway, and noticed that I hadn’t been following him. To my question, however, Alfie only hummed before turning back to the newspaper he held. I didn’t know how to feel about that. So I remained dazed for a second or two. Until Gaston placed a hand on my shoulder with a light chuckle and dragged me into the hallway before I could as much as mutter a word. Doors lined our sides, and from inside their rooms came muffled mumbles and bangs. It was like each one was a gladiator arena featuring more than just a couple of barbarians in a duel. One of the doors flew open just as we were halfway into the hallway, and a very complex being emerged. I had come across her kind an awful lot in the Black Market, so I was able to quickly identify that she was of the female gender of her species, Earthlings. She had the antlers of a deer protruding from her head, the ears and tail of a fox, and bright green eyes. I froze in my steps with a frown as I