The officers were looking around the church, thinking it should be alright to search since they trusted the priest. He was the only person who dared to enter this place and serve people without greed. Honestly, he was a role model type of person whom they should be praising instead of searching.
Thus it made them a little uncomfortable, knowing they were doing wrong.
Creak*
Suddenly, the door was opened as a young man barged in with a fearful look. He was holding a gun in his hand while looking around frantically, trying to find the owner of this facility.
" Father! Run, the gang is trying to blame you for their crime."
He shouted, not seeing the officers who were carefully observing him while aiming at him with their weapons. They imagined he was some kind of a thug, looking for an easy target to cover his payment.
The father raised his hand to calm down while looking at the young man with a gentle look.
" Johnathan, calm down first. We have guests here. What do you mean that I am being blamed?"
He asked calmly when he saw the horror in his eyes. He knew Johnathan since he was just a kid and he also saw Johnathan turn into the very thing that he hated, so he rarely talked about him in the church because Johnathan was his soft side.
Johnathan didn't hesitate to explain the scheme of the kings even though there were officers there. He heard them when they were talking about him because he was an easy dummy for them and they could devour this land after his absence.
" It is my fault. I should have never left the church for money. I have blamed myself for years, Father, but I couldn't just say sorry to you because I was ashamed to see your face. I have splashed dirt into your face and brought nothing but shame to you."
Johnathan said, crying with a sad look. Throughout his life, he never gained happiness like in his childhood. Therefore, he often dreamed of getting back to the place where he was raised, but his heart was too arrogant. However, when he decided to return to his home, he heard their scheme, so he ran away to the church.
" Excuse me, could you elaborate further?"
Colena said, showing her interest in the matter since he was talking about the notorious kings of the slums. They were cold-hearted, bloodthirsty, and greedy bunches who constantly clashed with the defense forces and created trouble everywhere. Hence, Colena hated them more than anyone in this church.
" They were saying..."
Johnathan opened his mouth, trying to explain the situation briefly.
Bang*
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard from outside Johnathan looked at his chest with an unbelieving look. There was a hole inside his chest and he was bleeding.
" No, my child!"
The father rushed to Johnathan despite the danger of the gunner. He touched Johnathan's face with fear while healing him with his divine power, but his life was getting weaker and weaker every second.
Johnathan grabbed the father's hand while coughing up blood in his arms. He smiled brightly as best as he could, knowing he would die soon.
" Father, I was wrong. I thought I could make a bank and leave this goddamn place, but all I did was hurting you and others. Perhaps, this is my karma and light must have punished me for my sins."
Johnathan spoke while clasping his hand tightly, fearing he would lose his warm hands again. After a few seconds, Johnathan's hand weakly fell to the ground and he lost his breath forever. The father sobbed, hugging his body with despair in his eyes.
" My son!"
He shouted, knowing his son wouldn't answer his call again. He was already in the embrace of the holy light.
" Father."
Mark quickly dragged the mindless father to his side while looking at the door. He saw the silhouette of a man whose arm was dangling. He could recognize this man due to his twisted heart.
" Deacon Kadak!"
He yelled with rage in his tone. He grabbed his pistol and loaded it with his special ammunition, firing at the figure of the man.