"So tell me Father Faust, how is this even possible when these monsters is suppose to be Myths, Legends. old folklore, people tell their children, how are they real, and why does Shamia has to be in the middle of it all". Faust release the long awaited breathe he was holding in, he didn't want to believe in Marcello's words but what was he suppose to do this man was he very dear friend and he himself was a man of the cloth, he believed in the good so to tell Marcello he was just be delusional would be an insult not just to his friend but in himself as well.
"I don't know what to say Marcello, for the past few days it felt as if something big is going to happen, i don't know if this is it but i do know I don't understand it, My friend, i will help you in the best way i can".
Marcello
