Ruin: Revelations by Lucian Bane Page B

to judge and execute. What you may not know is that Carnificem’s are not supposed to take human form. That’s why I’m here. As the White Guardian of the Chasm, I tagged you when The Fisherman caught you.”
    “The Fisherman?” Isadore echoed.
    “Caught me?”
    Caliber sat back and crossed his leg, elbow on armrest, pointer finger on temple. “The Fisherman is a Venator, which is like a spiritual hunter if you will. They are commissioned to scour the world for special souls, ripe to be formed into tools that would benefit humans in matters that uphold goodness. But for every Light Venator, there is a Dark Venator. They too search for special souls, but with the intention to use their natural gifts for evil. Multiply your gifts times ten, and you can guess why you’re on the “most wanted” list of Venators, since Jesus Christ set foot on this planet.” Caliber leaned forward now, elbows on knees, his large hands laced together as if in prayer. “Since Dartwo, the Light Venator caught you,  he had first rights. But since you’re not entirely human, you fell into my jurisdiction as well. And as the White Chasm Guardian, well, I have seniority over the matter, good thing for you.”
    The need to protect Isadore grew as he listened to Caliber. “Why am I a human?” was the main question burning up his brain as he snaked an arm around Isadore and held her tight to him.
    “Part human,” Caliber stood now. “With a mission.”
    “Which is?”
    Caliber wagged his finger as he paced now. “Wrong question. Can’t answer that one.”
    “The mission is for the humans?”
    “Yes.”
    “Who sent me?”
    “God did.”
    “God?”
    “Her God, to be specific,” he nodded his head toward Isadore.
    Astonishment and confusion rushed in. Her God. The words did strange things to him. None of them good. “I told you He was legit,” Isadore muttered.
    Legit. Ruin took that to be a short version of legitimate. “Why would He send me?”
    “Wrong question again, can’t answer it.” Caliber’s tone indicated he was better able to answer questions asked by Ruin. Before he could fire away, Caliber added, “And you’re only allowed so many questions in a given time span.”
    Ruin put the brakes on his mind with that bit. Which was the best question and how many did he have left to ask?
    “Don’t ask it,” Isadore whispered.
    He regarded her. “Don’t ask what?”
    “How many questions you have, because it’ll be one of the questions.”
    He could always count on her to state the obvious. But the fact that she was utterly sincere made it difficult to be upset. “Any ideas on a question I should ask?” he whispered back.
    She thought a second. “Ask him why you can’t seem to understand simple concepts like love, I think it’s important.”
    “Important for what? Are you really thinking about the marriage thing at this time?”
    “I can hear the both of you,” Caliber cried, fists on his hips before them. He shot his arm out and looked at his bare wrist. “You have exactly ten seconds left to ask your questions.”
    Ruin snapped his attention to Caliber, thinking quickly.
    “Oh!” Isadore grabbed his arm. “Do you think you can you ask him if he knows my dad?”
    “Five seconds,” Caliber muttered, rolling his eyes.
    “What are you doing?” Ruin asked. “I need help!”
    “Sorry! Why not ask him what you can do to get your memory back!”
    “His memory is—”
    “That’s not my question,” Ruin cut in.
    “I realize that, but it’s hers.” Caliber raised both hands with his large shoulders in a shrug. “I told you what’s hers is yours and yours is hers, you should try listening when I speak. “So as I was saying,” he looked at Isadore now, “he didn’t lose his memory. He simply has none, he’s creating them now. He’s a new human. Like a baby.”
    “Oh,” Isadore said. “You said that earlier.”
    “Yes,” Ruin said exasperated, “he did, didn’t he?”
    “I forgot okay?