The trip home seemed like forever. The train of cargo containers holding up their pace. The closer they got to the Ganthorian craft their new recruit Roman Centurion Gaicazar marveled at the massive vessel.
"That's where we live." Jack points at the ship.
Antonaeus nods as Madigan floats to his left smiling at him for revealing her potential. She hoped that careful concentration as he had instilled would break her free of her ghostly attachment.
"Were you born in Rome?" Maddy asks as Jack translates.
Gaicazar marches on, "My birthplace is Golgotha."
"Where the crucifixion of Christ took place?" Maddy enquires.
"The son of God?" He leers at her. Jack assisting communication takes interest.
"Jesus. Yes."
"Golgotha is where I was reborn. My true home Roma."
"Reborn?" Jack jumps in.
"Indeed. I was there as the Son of God died. Pontius Pilate ordered my fellow Legionnaires to taunt him. I did not approve. My betrayal led to nothing. The God Son still perished."
"Your eye. What happened to it?"
"Standing below Christ he spoke his dying breath. Blood falling down upon me. The God Son's tear upon my eye. I went blind but for moments. When I could see again I saw things I was unprepared for. Demons everywhere. Fellow Legionnaires were not who they claimed to be. The Son of God allowed me to bear witness to the evil's of man."
Jack questions more at Maddy's request, "How did your light make Madigan human again?"
"As I am allowed visions of evil, I am gifted the sight of innocence as well. Her spirit is pure. With purity there is hope. With hope there is renewal."
Maddy considers his words, "Christ rose from the grave. Joseph of Arimathea anointed him and buried Jesus in a cave. The entrance closed by a large rock. Is that true?"
Gaicazar narrows his eyes, "There is truth in the scriptures. Lies as well. Indeed the God Son rose and took his place beside his Father." He then points toward the Ganthorian craft, "Rising to Heaven in a chariot most like the one before us."
Jack is taken back by his statement, "Jesus went up in a spaceship?"
"I am unfamiliar with this space ship you speak of."
"That big Chariot is a spaceship. It came from the sky. The Heavens. I don't think it had anything to do with God though. Of course I could be wrong."
Antonaeus shrugs aside his confusion the closer they got. Halting in step he surveys the surrounding crops. Containers. Cattle pen with a glow about them.
"As if the Garden of Eden itself."
"Not really. It's home though." Jack nods.
"I sense many things about your home."
"Such as?"
"Evil resides here. Yet, I sense much good."
Jack theorizes the Roman meant Sabbath in her prison as the evil. He hoped nothing else would join the ranks of anything that could harm them. Obviously he found Jack, Maddy, and Malcolm as good people. Safe to say they might have been forced to battle Gaicazar otherwise.
"Evil? We have a Vampire captured. She's not evil. At least we don't think so. She tried hard to resist her urges. She has yet to harm any of us."
"If tainted she has succumbed to evil. Resistance futile." Antonaeus unsheathes his sword.
"Slow down there." Jack prompted the massive Roman, "I'll ask you to give her the chance to speak first in her defense. Our friend Elle has the ability to change her back to a human. Like you did to Maddy."
"My vision will reveal the truth. There lie my decision. Do not stand in my way."
Jack huffs his cheeks then nods. They might have brought home something as deadly as the Vampires. For now he just hoped that he and the others could contain him should he become ruthless.
Madigan couldn't help but admire the gruff looking Roman. His chiseled features succumbing to an unshaven black beard. Though immortal it was easy to tell the man had gone through hell and back. Hundreds of times. She had so many questions but they could wait. For now she pondered her ability to go from ghost to human and back. Lack of complete control was tedious.
Reaching the parameter of the Ganthorian ship they were met by Greta Winston and Sophia Ridge. Both wide eyed at the large Centurion. Greta shying away in favor of standing behind Sophia. Intimidation made her feel safer behind an indestructible woman.
Sizing up Sophia, Gaicazar stops and squeezes the hilt of his sword just in case.
"Your maidens wear no clothing?" Antonaeus notices.
Jack snickers slightly, "That can't be helped. Clothing kind of burns away the second it touches her skin. Long story."
"A demon then." He moves closer towering over Sophia. Sophia looks up at him with a respectful gaze.
"No demon." She smiles, "Just young and sexy."
His left eye begins to glow bathing her in its glare. Sophia notes the cross and grits her teeth.
"Should I go to confession?"
"What manner of creature are you?" He narrows his gaze, "I see innocence yet you shimmer as if possessed."
"That might be my boys. They protect me." She explains as Jack translates.
"Children?"
"Ummm! Not really. It's hard to explain. I'm not certain why but they're telling me to shake your hand." Sophia extends her right palm, dancing in step while her left arm hides behind her back. Titties jiggling without trying.
Jack steps closer, "Sophia? Don't."
"It's okay. I won't hurt him. I swear. Cross my heart hope to die."
"You would sacrifice yourself merely to shake my hand?" He ponders as Jack exchanges words. Finally Jack puts his hands up and removes his collar. Facing Antonaeus he offers it up to him. Wincing the Roman claims the collar with one hand and examines it. Jack in turn showing him to wear it with his hands.
Cautiously Antonaeus dons the collar, stretching to accommodate his neck size.
Immediately he hears the difference in languages. A glint of surprise making him straighten his posture.
"Shake my hand?" Sophia offers again.
Raising his sword he casually taps her palm with the blades dull surface. In doing so Sophia is caught off guard as her microscopic tenants start singing. The music Heavenly. It made Sophia nearly cry. Her mind reels as images filter through her thoughts. Golden cities. Rainbows. Winged warriors that halt in flight as if examining Sophia in the distance.
"Oh my God!" She shivers.
"God indeed. You have been blessed." Gaicazar removes the sword feeling safe in her presence. Even Jack had to be thankful. Ever since Sophia had her accident he worried how much he could trust her pesky friends. This would settle his nerves.
Behind Sophia, Greta stood in a nervous awe. Never realizing that in her rapid heartbeat her body had vanished. Only clothing could be seen.
Gaicazar eyes her with interest and moves around Sophia. Eying Greta makes the woman nearly panic. Then, as Gaicazar lifts his blade she could see her reflection in it. Even though everyone else was blind to her features.
"I can see myself." She reveals as Jack steps to her opposite side.
"Greta? You're invisible."
"No I'm not. I can see my reflection. Look." She lifts her arm noting her ungloved hand missing. Yet she and Jack could see her true beauty.
"She too is innocent. Fear me not." The Roman lowers his blade.
Relieved Jack Ramse turns his attention to Malcolm's load being dropped off and decreasing himself in size. Gaicazar notes the change in mass and the runes becoming less revealing. Once a normal height Gaicazar wanders to his side. Everyone trailing him closely just in case.
"You bear a curse. Yet, I sense a nobility within you. This is beyond your control."
"Am I possessed? I don't feel possessed." Mal hides his nudeness until Greta passes him her hat to cover his manhood.
"Reckon I won't be wearing that hat a spell." She sighs.
Antonaeus again raises his sword and gently touches Malcolm's shoulder with the flat of the blade. Like Sophia he embarks on a vision quest. Seeing beings of light and darkness. Hulking figures that share a throne. Amid a garden of apple trees. A tall woman rising from her seat to walk toward Malcolm as if he was truly there. The woman albino with blazing red hair could be seen once she steps from shadow. Her iris's red and chilling. The scene fades as she smiles.
"What the heck was that?" Mal flares his eyes as the sword lifts away.
"Ancients! From a realm beyond the one true God's creation. I have confronted their ilk before. A time in lost Valhalla. I am uncertain of your curse. It would appear to be good and evil. A balance that you must forever keep under yoke."
"Ooookay! I'll do that."
As Gaicazar turns his gaze toward the container holding Sabbath Black his sword begins to glow white hot. Forcing him to step away toward it. The group on edge suddenly. Three steps distant he halts at an unexpected distraction. The collar Jack passed to him creates a hologram of James Ian Pryce. Reporting in. The image forcing the Roman to cross his sword through intangible projection.
"Sorcery?"
"No. The collar you wear keeps us in contact with others. Some of our residents are inside.
James reacts to seeing the Roman and jumps up and down, "HERCULES!"
Gaicazar tilts his head, "Reveal yourself."
The boy raises a finger, "Be right out." The hologram vanishing.
Awaiting the boy Antonaeus continues his journey to the on end cargo container. Palm touching the container he senses the imprisoned beauty within. A tortured soul. One that had not abandoned her like it should have being the living dead.