Alle Kapitel von DOMUS MALUM: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

  Faye and Calix barged in when they finally managed to get a spare key from one of the nuns in the parish. Both of them rushed inside together with Sister Bella. They saw Lucas and Selene sitting on the floor, staring at each other.   When Selene saw them, she smiled and nudged Lucas. He turned around and met all of their glaring eyes, with Sister Bella’s the most intense. She launched on Lucas and held him on his arms, her eyes widened in great fury.   “Where is Father Don?!” she yelled. Selene approached them and held Sister Bella on her shoulders.   “Sister Bella, please calm down,” she said softly. Lucas just stared at her with his emotionless eyes, not engaging himself to the rage of the nun.   “Please, just tell me what happened to him!” Sister Bella’s grip loosened up as she helplessly wailed in front of him, her eyes squeezed shut as tears continuously flowed on her cheeks.

  Lucas was staring out the window, watching as the rain pour outside blurring the surroundings and keeping people out from the street. A heavy feeling on his chest, gazing with his eyes but seeing nothing in particular. “You’re blaming yourself.” Lucas turned to his side and his eyes finally recognized Selene, two cups of coffee on her hand. He smiled at her as he reached for the cups and put them on the table. “Are you trying to read minds just because I told you that 70% of humanity can? Cause you’re terrible at it still,” he teased. Selene chuckled on his remark, she sat on the chair beside him and sipped on her coffee, the sweetness made her grimace. “Too much sugar?” Lucas asked and she nodded, letting an incredulous laugh. “Faye made a bad recommendation.” “She

   Lucas went out of the building with a lot of police officers surrounding him, two behind him, and two in front of him. His mind was racing of thinking what happened to Mr. Lorenzo and why was he accused of his death. When they got out of the building, people are crowding on one side of the road, each of their face carries fear and worry. His eyes directed to the ground which was painted with blood. The police officers carried him towards the people, who noticed their presence and instantly parted to give way. Their eyes glared at him, and the murmurs went around after. Lucas’ eyes widened when he finally saw what happened. Mr. Lorenzo was lying on the ground, his head smashed and several parts of his body are dislocated. His whole body was covered with blood, oozing from every wound. Mr. Lorenzo’s eyes were open, and his mouth agape. One forensic officer carried a transparent plastic with a paper that seemed

  The police entered the room upon hearing that Lucas has finally awaken. They were in their armored suits, carrying heavy and deadly weapons on their hands. They circled around his bed, their number almost filling the small room. Lucas glared at them, his jaw tightened as one officer pulled Selene away from him. Selene’s tears dropped once again, a stream of worry crippling in her chest. Lucas nodded at her and smiled to put her at ease, which he doubt that worked. “How are you feeling, Mr. Lucas?” A man shoved the officers to the side, parting their ways as he entered. He was not armored and was just in a formal suit with his hands both placed inside his pockets. “I am so honored to meet you.” “Honored,” Lucas muttered and gave out a wry smile. “Is something that my clients say to me the most. I’m afraid you have to set your appointment fir

   The detective went back to the station, his head full of doubts. He cursed under his breath for the possibility that he just let a criminal walk free. “Get every records of all these people,” he said and handed the papers to an officer. Lucas wrote down the names of his clients, marking the weak and the most evil ones to require extra security. The detective does not know why he agreed nor why he moved according to his will, he thinks that Lucas did something to get his trust. The detective entered his office, he walked towards his table and opened his computer. His fingers tapped on the wood as he patiently waited for it to completely turn on. He clicked for the search engine and looked for Domus Malum, but nothing showed up on the results. He searched for the parish and only saw the bunker, nothing about its history, or something that can tell who Lucas really is. His