Jonathan would have loved to have completed this mission in another way; he had reached a point in his life where rewards no longer mattered—only cleansing the evil in his path.
He no longer cared about his own safety, whether he would die in the attempt to face evil. He had now completely merged with Jonathan Belmont, which had filled him with determination.
One could say that being a Belmont wasn't bad at all, but if he continued to be reckless, he wouldn't last long.
Just like now, if it weren't for Wednesday, he probably would have died. For any number of reasons, for even a small probability, if he hadn't gotten off the plane, and if he hadn't received the senses of a Belmont, the death he was so sensitive to would not have been perceived by him.
"Go to your families, do not interact with those who refused to participate in the trial with death." Jonathan looked toward the corner of the room, as if there were something there.
Come!
Those words were about to leave Jonathan's mouth, the only one who had not paid his coin to death. And he hadn't done so for a simple reason—he was not afraid of death, and she could not kill him.
If he died, it would not be by cutting an apple or walking down the street.
Jonathan, if he did not die of old age, would die fighting a dark entity.
"What will happen to them?" Alex finally asked after the bodies of the criminals were removed from the room they had been in.
Wednesday stepped forward and said coldly, as if devoid of emotion, "They would die. If they are near those marked by death and stand in the way, they could be marked again."
"Go to your families. Questions are over." Jonathan looked at the agents at the door, and they guided the traumatized students to where their families were waiting.
Wednesday, watching their backs, asked, "Even after saving their lives, they don't thank you. I'm loving this job."
"We don't fight for them; we fight for ourselves and the people we care about. It's true that everyone has their way of thinking—that's mine, and you'll definitely need to find yours."
"Yes, I suppose so…"
"Zz… Sir, the team assigned to handle the postponed mission is in trouble."
"We're on our way."
…
In a helicopter heading to the area where Jonathan could do something to complete this new mission, he thought about what was really happening in this place. On the journey, Jonathan reflected on how it all began. It wasn't just Will's disappearance… it was the lab, Hawkins. They did something there, something that broke the rules of what should exist.
He remembers it well: that place didn't just experiment with energy or with children like Eleven; they also opened a door, a rift to another dimension.
"The Upside Down…"
That was the root of everything. A sort of rotten reflection of the real world, as if life there was frozen in a dead version of Hawkins. The air was thick, the ground covered with a living substance, and the shadows moved as if they were hungry. Everything started with that rift, and as long as it remained open, something would always find a way to cross.
First came the Demogorgon, a lone predator that hunted without reason. But then something worse came, something that controlled the others—the Mind Flayer.
Jonathan believes that perhaps this being doesn't entirely belong to the Upside Down but instead dominates it, using it as a body, an extension of itself. Every creature—the dogs, the masses of flesh, the swarms—were just fragments of its will.
And although they faced it several times in the backstory, Jonathan knows they never truly destroyed it. They only closed the doors, contained it. Each closure was temporary. The rift under the lab, the one that formed in the mall, all were poorly healed wounds.
As long as the Upside Down exists, the Mind Flayer can rebuild itself.
Sometimes Jonathan wonders if there would be a way to exterminate them completely. Not just closing the connection, but erasing that dimension. But how do you destroy something that doesn't obey the laws of the real world? If the Upside Down is like an echo of ours, then maybe it could only disappear if Hawkins disappeared too… or if someone could alter reality on the other side, like Eleven does.
Maybe it all depends on her, or maybe the only way is to do what the lab once did, but in reverse: open the door, go in, and burn everything from the inside.
Jonathan doesn't know. He only feels that as long as that other dimension breathes, Hawkins will never truly be safe.
"I won't make it in time…" Jonathan thought, realizing that almost a week had passed since he received Dustin's call and the mission registered in his aid system.
"I think that's the least of our worries right now." Wednesday said, seeing all the military trucks with the Order's insignia.
As soon as the helicopter landed at this secret military base, an agent stood in front of him and said, "We weren't expecting a high-level envoy from the Order, a Belmont. Our families once fought together against dark entities."
"No one told me the Winchester brothers were here. Have you solved the problem?" Jonathan, recognizing Sam and Dean, asked sarcastically to start the conversation.
"This isn't our specialty. We follow the trails, but so far we know very little about the rift…" Dean said, following Jonathan, not without first giving Wednesday a strange look.
"Do I have something on my face?" Wednesday asked coldly at being looked at that way.
"No, no. Are you a Belmont's assistant? For your age, that's impressive. I just wanted to evaluate you a bit, that's all." Dean quickly changed the topic.
"More than that, I'm his right hand." Wednesday extended her hand, and when she touched Dean's, a vision soon flooded her subconscious.