Cathedral of the Divine Harvest
August 20th, 1989 IF 9:50PM
Followed by his chosen three, Livingstone was met by Father Mathers outside the residence where the summoning would take place. It was apparent that the new head of the cathedral was more than a little nervous. Livingstone noted he was clutching his crucifix. ?Is everything ready, Don??
?Yyes, yes i..it is,? Mathers stuttered, then continued, ? If you don?t mind me saying so, the g?guidelines we..w..were v...v?very unusual.? He lowered his voice, speaking furtively, ?I mean it.. it see..s..seems almost like ..s..sacrilege.? His eyes darted to the other three for a moment then beyond down the hall as if someone from the staff might have heard.
Livingstone calmly ignored the reference to blasphemy because it only showed Mathers? ignorance of the very old symbol. Instead he looked the priest in the eyes, ?What of the penitent I requested??
?I..inside. S..sleeping.?
?And this wing is now empty but for the penitent and those of us here in the hall??
When Mathers bobbed his head, Livingstone seemed satisfied. ?You can relax, Don.? He reached out and placed a hand on the other priest?s shoulder. ?You?ve done everything required. In just a few moments, you?ll walk down the hall and lock the door behind when you leave. You will join the rest of your staff within the cathedral?s lower chapel where for the next hour, you will lead them in prayer for the repose of the soul of the dearly departed Jasper Constantine. When the bell tower intones eleven times, you and the others will return to your normal activities. Most importantly, you?ll forget that we were even here tonight. Do you understand?? Livingstone?s tone had changed imperceptibly during his instructions.
Mathers shook his head slightly as if shaking off sleep, then realized he had called for prayer service to remember Jasper Constantine. The others had probably already gathered and it wouldn?t do to keep them waiting. After all if he intended to place his own stamp on the Cathedral, he needed to start immediately. ?Yes,? Mathers replied as suggestions given to him began to take hold. ? Do you require anything else, Excellency??
?No, thank you.?
Mathers dipped his head and started away with a slightly bewildered look. The other priests watched him go. After the heavy oak door thudded shut and the lock gave a satisfying click, Livingstone led them into the private quarters.
The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the fireplace. Without needing direction, the three other priests took tapers from the mantle and began lighting the five candelabras that had been placed at the points of the pentagram drawn with tape on the floor of the study. Livingstone had chosen these three for two reasons; 1) they knew how to keep silent and 2) they wouldn?t interfere with what was about to take place. He only needed their presence if something went awry during the summoning and then, it would be one of them not he who would suffer the consequences. Of course they would pray, but if they knew how ineffective those prayers really were, they would have been less eager to participate.
While the candles were being lit, Livingstone walked over to check on the sacrifice that was sleeping in a large overstuffed chair. He had likely come to the back door looking for a few scraps of food, which the sisters always gave to the less fortunate. Today those scraps had been mixed with a heavy dose of narcotics, taken from Constantine?s own cache of drugs. The beggar was a male of approximately forty years of age with long unkempt hair, a knotted, tangled beard and dressed in filthy, disgusting fragments of clothing. From his labored breathing, Livingstone assumed the man either had pneumonia or emphysema. Mathers had selected the penitent wisely. It was very unlikely his absence from his usual haunts would be noticed by the destitute of Newfall. When the night was over there would just be one less mouth to feed.
As Livingstone crossed back to the pentagram, he removed a pendant on a gold chain from his pocket and placed it around his neck. Fashioned from a piece of the pure rock crystal, it was embossed with very old, ancient symbols; a crude circle which represented the eternal nature of life itself; the pentagram for the five elemental planes of Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit; the pentacle, representing the interconnection of all things and the triquetra to symbolize the unending cycle of life, death and rebirth.
The crystal had been in his family for almost seven hundred years. Passed from father to son, most believed it to be a mere trinket of an heirloom with little significance other than its age. It suited Livingstone?s purpose to let everyone think it was simply a useless, sentimental bauble.
When cathedral?s bell tower struck the hour, the three priests, now stationed on the right side of the symbol, began to recite their prayers. Livingstone raised his hands and intoned the words of summons, ?Audite mihi creatura of barathrum. Audio ut meus ordo pro EGO nomen vos Helat everto patronus!?
Almost immediately a cold wave swept over the room threatening to extinguish what little light there was in the study. The fire in the hearth dimmed even further. The candles flickered, undulating wildly while at the center of the symbol, a dark mass materialized. Varying degrees of emotion assaulted Livingstone?s senses; rage ? that was to be expected; remorse ? to a lesser degree, but the spirit knew it had failed in its assigned task as a protector, and pain. This surprised Livingstone. He hadn?t expected it nor was something he was accustomed to seeing. His gray eyes narrowed slightly when the demon lurched unevenly to the edge of the symbol, stopped before him and inquired about the payment.
When Livingstone pointed to the man sleeping in the chair, the demon indicated it wanted more than the beggar to reveal what it knew. Livingstone realized if he didn?t act quickly the information he sought could be lost. Without hesitation, he offered the priests who had accompanied him as further payment. With the negotiations concluded, the demon began to tell him what it had learned.
Twenty minutes later Livingstone left the cathedral alone.