Acquaintance

A hand reaches on my shoulder from behind. I jerked in surprise. "You! What are you doing here?" an old man exclaims. I was speechless, processing the situation, everything was too fast-paced. I looked to where Eron once was. He was gone. I wondered where he have been to.

"Umm, did you happen to see a heavily armored man here? The one who looks really scary?" I ask him. "I haven't, you stupid brat. And right now, you should be scared of me! Breaking in to my darn house! I'll snap your damn neck!!" This situation is starting to annoy me, sent into a stupid errand to meet a hellspawn itself, what a disaster. And, Who does he think he's arguing with, calling me a brat, I'm in my damn 30s you old geezer. As much as I wanted to say those words, I just frowned at him and walked away.

I decided to go to a pub to rest my legs. This is just a guilty pleasure mine, but when I'm off to missions in different cities, I get drunk once in a while. I know its pretty much forbidden to us, but I'm only in their for repent, not because I actually am truly Christian. I bought some alcohol and sat down on a bench. I didn't realize later on, someone sat down beside me. I didn't give any care, it's not like the person is bothering me.

"When a man loses everything, he becomes fearless of what the future holds for him." A chilling voice echoes in my ears. The voice was cold and somehow quiet, yet cunning and bold. The words struck me like an arrow to my heart, I couldn't pin-point on why. My eyes slightly widened. I turned my eyes towards the direction of the stranger without them noticing.

It was him. The same heavily armored man from the thrashed house. Along came Eron, the trumpet of the cavalry himself. As if the Gods of the Olympus just showed their presence to me, like an ant being one step closer to a human, the feeling of such a terrifying aura overwhelmed me, as if all my pride stripped down. Although he was slightly the same height as me, his intimidating ambience made him a Goliath. I guess this was how his enemies feared him.

Gulping my fears, I slowly turned to him. He looked at me with a brooding expression. He was very unwelcoming. Eyes pierced through my soul, he's reading me, but I can't read him. "S-So it's you huh? Eron Of Lazarus, r-right?" He stared at me for a good second before he nodded. "Just call me by my given name, Eron. I don't deserve such recognition." This man was surprisingly humble for such a violent human. I expected him to call me some sort of insult to prove how powerful he is or something along those lines. He seems to have the same atmosphere as Father Constantine; they both annoy me for acting humble on me, seeing like I'm some sort of weak prey, except I'm actually terrified of Eron.

"Father Constantine asked me to check on you. He said it was a personal favor." I told him about the priest's errand. "Tell him I'm alright. I haven't started on the missionary to the far lands yet. I'm trying to prepare. I need more people with me." He states. I gave him a puzzled look. I never knew a person such as him need to give his own spotlight to someone else.

"Why do you need more people anyway? Can't you just handle this on your own? I mean, you look like you can get the job easily done." I accidentally blurted out. I got chills the moment I said that, I expected him to rip me apart right then and there, but he tilted his head slightly and looked at me, still the same brooding look, but he's trying to be friendly.

"God's work isn't only my duty, it is also the duty of us humans to spread it. Share his words to the people who listen, and shun the ones who are in denial. We all came to existence to work together, men, women, and children, all of us. In order to reach one's utopia, everybody has to share the same ideals and belief, for different opinions and such often are the root of war." He patriotically said. Now I feel sort of guilty. He seemed so passionate about his job, while here I am, wasting my time away on a pub because I don't really give any of a care for my job's beliefs. I was only there for redemption.

After a few moments of silence, I decided to ask him if we would get back. "I'll stay. Who knows if there's many more out there like you. We're all a little broken inside." He non-chalantly say. That was a very questionable statement. I never knew this man, but it feels like he has known me for years. I decided to embark back to Lazarus to report to Father Constantine.