Chapter 61

• JASON
• The church of Cassandra lay in the heart of Wentworth. It was a place where darkness overshadowed the light and where creatures that went bump in the night could be themselves. In simpler words, a place where the individuals the mundane had tagged as monsters would be on their best and worst behavior without fearing the consequences of their action. It reeked of alcohol and blood as I drove towards the only building in this part of town that didn't look like it was a cheap motel harboring blood lovers and the high fae of the lower court. As we passed through a set of blanketed trees, a towering building came into view. The stench of drugs, blood, and sinners also slowly went extinct. Until all that was left in sight was the serene church of Cassandra the all-seeing. I pulled over at the gate. An old woman was waiting at the other side. She was dressed in all black and she smiled the second our eyes met.
• "Good morning Alpha Jason. The eye of Cassandra has been awaiting your presence." The woman said. She then proceeded to open the gates and escort us inside. The inside of the church was a splendid sight. The windows were stained glasses depicting the stories of the wonderful works the eyes of the past had done. On the benches were loyal members of the church of Cassandra singing her praises. They had white blindfolds put over their eyes to block out their sight and as proof of their devotion to Cassandra. As we strode up the nave to the altar where another woman sat, I noticed the giant statue behind her. The mass of gold depicted the imagery of the goddess Cassandra. She had blindfolds on as she held on to a near translucent spherical ball.