Patience is a virtue most Harvestors lack. Probably the reason I excelled as the best of Drakar's soul collectors. After doling my soul over to him for a quick fix to my ego issue only to have my life snuffed from me too soon, I realized the importance of patience.
So I sat outside the cathedral, resting on a bench. Scriptures, invisible to the human eye, wove around and about the building and nearby cobblestones like a force field against my kind, keeping me from coming any closer.
Abby was a Cleanser. But she was MY Abby. My heart craved her.
Just a short walk across the stones stood the coffee shop. This church had to be her base of operation. I needed to see her. I just had to be patient.
As it often did, my patience paid off. She stepped through the double-doors, halting my heart. Instead of the cleansing blue robes worn by other Cleansers, she chose cleansing fire, a scarlet robe. The same worn by the Cleanser who'd stolen my twenty souls from me. Most of us nicknamed this Cleanser Red Riding Hood, except she didn't fall victim to the wolves of hell, she vanquished them with earnest. I chuckled at the irony. I would fall in love with the very best Cleanser.*****
Now that he's found her, what will Basil do? How will Abby react to seeing him?