"Looking at the requirements we need to face this thing and hurt it, how many of the agents actually have the qualities to confront this dark entity?" Jonathan set aside later concerns and focused on the present, which was far more urgent.
Jonathan's excessive calm did not unsettle the others.
On the contrary, it meant he was ready to use whatever means necessary to kill Slenderman.
The very idea of a Belmont facing an enemy of such caliber and age meant he would unleash his full arsenal.
His family had already been informed, so they would send a delegate, high-ranking exorcists, and mentalists who would create a barrier in the area where the battle would take place.
"Being a class five dark entity, I believe only a dozen men can face Slenderman, but only with the blessing of a good exorcist," said Father Doung after much thought.
Sebastian nodded at this and stressed: "Only the Pope of Light could help us. Shall we send the message?"
"And let that old man steal my prey? No. Just request a team so the soldiers won't be mentally affected. The rest will be my responsibility," said Jonathan, refusing to give this prey to anyone else.
But that wasn't the only reason—Jonathan wanted to wield the power of The Order and see what the organization led by his family was truly capable of.
Once everything was planned, orders were dispatched, and soon a helicopter arrived with an envoy from The Order.
The hundreds of agents were reduced to only a few dozen—those truly qualified to face this dark entity—and Jonathan began to move calmly.
"The workers will be evacuated from the forest until I eliminate the class five entity hiding here. You can stay at the academy, I can't let you be exposed to danger." The next day Jonathan met with Wednesday and explained everything that was happening.
"And miss the chance to see a millennial demon? I'd rather die in terrible agony." Wednesday would not step away from her first encounter with a real demon; she wanted to know what demons were truly capable of.
Jonathan did not refuse. In truth, he wanted Wednesday by his side just to have some chance of knowing if he would die in battle.
"I'm coming too." Enid, beside Wednesday, wanted to join, but fell silent under Jonathan's fixed stare.
"Don't you need help?"
"Not yours. I don't want you dying before you're of any use to me." Jonathan directly refused without considering the help of a werewolf.
"What will you face?"
"A creature over three thousand years old. I'll see if I can destroy it, and if not, then I'll resort to sealing it." Jonathan had a plan B in case he failed to eliminate Slenderman—something he wasn't ashamed to admit.
Wednesday, insensitive to the situation, asked: "You won't die before fulfilling your promise, right?"
"Of course not. We're leaving here after this operation." Jonathan then looked at Wednesday, who nodded slightly.
"Don't die."
Jonathan had no problem with these types of dark entities—he killed more often those who violated the code of life and had countless deaths on their hands.
He faced things without expecting anything in return; honestly, he had forgotten when he had started acting that way.
The enemies he truly wanted to kill were like Slenderman—beings who took both those who summoned them and those who did not.
"Will you put that in your will?" Wednesday wanted to leave the academy and see the world for herself.
"Silence. That's enough for now." Enid didn't understand why her friend failed to realize who he was truly talking to.
Jonathan might not look strong or evil, but he was a being she would never dare dream of disrespecting.
The Belmonts were families one should never disrespect.