Page 14 of Diluted Truths
“Please take a seat across from me, I already prepared some materials for us to review after you explain why we are discussing the Cult of Creatio in the first place,” I stated, still completely in awe of Jackie. I watched as she shed her jacket and sat across my desk from me.
“Well, I guess I will just jump right into it. I believe the Cult of Creatio is making a resurgence or people are trying to make it seem as though it is making a resurgence,” she began as she pulled some pictures from her jacket pocket. “There was a young boy who went missing not too long ago. He was missing for five days. It was as if he dropped off the face of the planet. The media is twisting the story to make it seem as though there are some Satanic ties. That’s how Fibonacci Files got involved. We wanted to publish the truth, not the conspiracies. I met with Joey, the young boy, and his mother Janice late last week.”
“What about his disappearance connected you to the Cult of Creatio?”
“You stated you did research into the cult, is that correct?”
“Yes, quite a bit. Why do you ask?” I inquired, ignoring how Jackie disregarded my initial question. She tended to do that a lot.
“Here, look at this,” Jackie said as she pushed a polaroid across the desk towards me. “Does it look familiar?”
I began studying the image Jackie provided and immediately recognized the photo from my research. The pentagram with the three sixes shown on top of the star were the sigil for the Cult of Creatio. “Yes, where did you find this?”
“That was drawn in the back of Joey’s closet. The closet in the room in which he disappeared. The drawing was not there prior to his disappearance, and due to a lock on the door it was impossible for either Joey or Nancy to be able to draw the picture.”
“Nancy?” I asked as I began ruffling through the papers on my desk.
“Joey’s little sister, she was present at the time of his disappearance.”
I was quiet for a moment as I examined a document I pulled from one of the stacks on my desk. It could be a coincidence that this drawing was found where Joey disappeared, but the likeness to the original sigil was uncanny.
No, it was exact, down to the uneven brush strokes and the spacing between the star and the sixes. Not just uncanny, but impossible.Completely impossible.
“I think you’re right, Jackie. This is related to the Cult of Creatio.”
Jackie gasped, not expecting my immediate agreement. I could tell that she came in ready to defend her case, fight me if necessary that what she brought me was worth my time. “H-how… why do you say that?”
“I spent twenty-three hours over the last four days researching this since you brought it to me. Twenty-three hours using some of the best resources available in the country, researching this obscure cult from the sixteen hundreds. In all that research I found countless mentions of the sigil in front of me. No descriptions, just mentions. I did, however, find one drawing that was found within a bible that was owned by the priest who is known for potentially creating this cult. One single picture,” Iexplained as I handed over the document I had been studying. “Look at it.”
Jackie stared at the photo for a moment before looking up at me. “It’s exact… how is it exact?”
“I don’t know.”
“This is wild, impossible even,” she muttered. “How?”
“I don’t know. The photos were taken centuries apart. The sigils are drawn centuries apart. Also in different places in the country, yet they are exactly the same. Even the minor errors in the brush strokes seem to be exact. I would need to take it to an analyst to confirm it is exactly the same, but from the naked eye it looks identical. There is no denying that you were right in assuming that it at least has something to do with the Cult of Creatio,” I said as I looked her in the eyes.
Chocolatey brown eyes, I might add.
Important note, probably not, but those eyes were taking a significant amount of my attention.
“I was right,” Jackie stated as she relaxed into the chair she occupied.
“You were right, Jackie, you were right,” I stated as I leaned onto my forearms and looked at Jackie. “I am, however, not sure that is a good thing. From what I know about this cult, it’s bad and dangerous. ”
Jackie mirrored my movements, leaning onto the desk as well. “Explain it to me, then, everything you know about the cult.”
We spent the next few hours poring over my notes. Jackie was an excellent student and extremely bright and intuitive. She was able to draw conclusions from small facts, which is probably what made her such an excellent journalist. I had read many of her published works and she was a gifted writer and always asked the best questions.
“So this Tobias Ambrose idiot was just pissed at these women because god forbid they were smarter than him?”
“That is what many historians believe, yes.”
“Men suck.”
“Appreciate it,” I retorted.
Jackie groaned as she leaned farther back in my desk chair.
