"What does that mean?" What is Aleigha going through? I can't help but wonder. What is my brother doing? "Is Nanna haunting people, helping La Dama? What?"
Silence for a while and the stone grins. "History is fun, But also the door. Greed."
"It is the door to the other side. A door within the Ghytto. It isn't just vampires that need a home. Saint John…"
"And another name…"
"He just wanted a home. So, he became a witness."
"This thing, I'm going through with my brother. Explain that." The Thing chuckles. "He broke into a thousand homes. He also lived on Epping. The Ghytto mimics. It loves a good struggle."
"The realm?"
"Yes, the realm. Saint John did it and Chauncey. Well, he let him borrow a body."
So, the devil things are here because of— "I'm here because of Chauncey. He needs a body; this is trap tower." It lowers its gaze. "We're like genies… I'm lying again."
"So, what you lie so much you can't tell the truth?" I snort. I feel as if I'm doing this for nothing. "He doesn't want us to. I said it's called trapping."
But who are you trying to trap?
"I can read your mind. She's already trapped. We're just buying time." It snickers. "Hanielle is… a hoe. And her soul is divine."
My eyes widen.
"Let me cut the bullshit!" calls out Scottie. "Magna your mother is bait for an invasion. NOTHING FUCKING MATTERS."
"That." Says the demon. "I'm bullshitting you."
"Then tell the fucking truth!" This is infuriating. "Is it an invasion? Who's Headcount?"
He sighs. "It's just—boredom, maybe, copycat."
"Saint John?"
The speaker hisses. "I can answer that." Announces Scottie. "Saint John was a serial killer back in the day. He discovered the secrets of magic. Hid in the ghytto and killed a bunch of people in it and out."
I'm starting to think it's Saint John now. "The room I'm in… is your mom's. It has all her baby pictures in it."
"But why my mom?" I'll be honest my mom is pretty average. She just wanted to be a mother. "There's a reason. Her family owned like a bunch of land. So, they dug up the graves on the land and found one grave that wasn't a grave."
"What was it?"
"A coffin. It's all super stupid. Headcount is your grand—wait—it's Warr's grandfather."
I raise a brow. "His?"
The statue splits in half. "Chauncey wants to find the door. The door to the biggest gangsta in ghytto. There is no once upon a time to this. And something about making a vampire but then they lack something… it's stupid. I can explain because the plan is in front of me."
"ok."
"Your mother was born between angel and a human who practiced witchcraft. Ok… great. Hanielle Nicky—her middle name is interesting—her family was under attack and—" Scottie starts flipping through papers. "Shit!" I hear a thud over the microphone. "it's a giant dial in here, I tripped!"
"A dial?" This beast is so patient. "Everything is in this room!" I hear snapping in the background. "Sundial! I think that's what it is. Anyway! There's a big piece of paper in the damn thing."
"And?"
"It's a picture of your mother with holes in her face."
"Ok!"
"I flipped it over."
"Go on."
"It's a map." He says breathing heavy. "It's a big hole in her ear."
"Scottie!"
"It's an entire plan for another uprising." Silence befalls me. "That." The Gargoyle laments. "See, Headcount said, you don't know what's going on if you confuse the world and leave them ignorant. So basically, it's a mass possession."
"Mass possession?" I gawk.
"There is a door in the ghytto that hides everyone's sins. If the door opens then all these souls—via from a confessional—are released and they have no bodies so they're like fuck it. If they get out, that's it."
"Go on…" I cross my arms. "I get the possession part."
"Goddamn it—The department is making artificial vampires to mock the African Obayifo. It makes any sense that they would determine it a virus." The gargoyle splits more down the middle. "Jesus fuck! The entire point is control! Saint John wants to use the souls to possession people so he can control humanity and the imitation."
"That's sounds power hungry." Voices Scottie. "That it?"
"Yeah. Also control time so that we have the entire world full of vampires."
"The fuck—how?" I am so tired.
The gargoyle groans. "It's old a ghytto secret! In Gotithehm Ten, you can find—try to find a Disc."
"Then just go to the damn tower or whatever." Exclaims Scottie, he's just as frustrated as me. "You know the prism in the district?"
"What prism?" says Scottie.
"I think?" I guess.
"If the disc gets played. It plays a tune and earth is… well, changed."
Scottie sighs. "vampires are so fucking stupid."
My eyes widen. "Oh!"
"What?"
"FIND HOME."
"Finally," groans the gargoyle. "Saint John is making slaves to serve."
"VAMPIRE KING."