19 At the Staircase of the Church of Jetkins

9th April

"Aaaaccckkk!" sound coming from my gaped mouth.

I can't utter or finish any word because of this mentally ill man choking me to death, wanting me to be out of breathing and die.

My eyes landed on his reddish orbs, and they're full of hatred and jealousy. His face filled with scratches and some blood. I can't answer how his hair got bald, and his neck fills with an unknown necklace—glistening every time I laid my eyes on it.

With all my might, I hold his hand, pushing him away from my neck, which I did. But unfortunately, for just seconds. He's battling over me.

An unknown feeling rushes through my veins and telling me to hold and push his hands from choking me away.

"Aaahhh! Aaacckkk!"

Until his hands leave my neck, but I didn't let my guard down. I continue pushing his hands, making him grunt and angrier. His eyes grew more intense red, and some veins appeared in each ball.

I studied my position and realized that I couldn't defeat the man as he's broadly stronger and emotionally unstable. I should make a mean to be away from him.

And no doubt, I push the man hard as I can and run for my life never looking back, focusing on my way to find shelter or a wall to hide.

"YOU!! THE SON OF A DEMON!!" I heard the man shouted at the top of his lungs.

I didn't stop running even I'm struggling to breathe. At this juncture, I tried to look back, only to see hordes of unknown people running after me.

"YOU! THE SON OF THE DEMON!" in unison, they shouted, which made my whole system shivers. Even my inner organs felt the nervousness.

I don't want these people to be my end. They're not on their right mind running after an innocent man like me.

"DEMONS NEVER WIN OVER GOOD!"

***

"Angels are definitely true entities. Never insult them, Romu" Reverend Scott scolded me when I didn't intently mock angels. "They're from the Above to guide us on everything we do."

We're in the church dining hall. Like other dining, chairs are surrounding a long table and a chandelier hanging above. So it's like a typical dining hall in a palace or church, I may say.

This event was the first time I experience. A grandeur breakfast as for few days I'm here, I always excused myself from having a meal with them. For I have to explore the district and I'm clearing my assumptions and people's theories regarding this district. And so far, I haven't notice out of this world anomalies.

Reverend Scott and Asst. McLinn finished their meal first for today is Sunday, and many people are visiting the church. They're just visiting. No such masses or gathering for discussing gospels happened, which I ask them before the story goes to angels.

They answered that people seek the gospel individually to feel the spirit within them, being with them. And according to them, this situation started after the war, which I concluded, may be the way churches doing before the world became a battlefield.

Abella bid goodbye too when she finished her last bite, while I never did my half. I'm too clouded by questions on my observations during my visits outside. The number of people visiting the diner. I've met the unknown civil guard that unexpectedly to be a woman as I presumed civil guard duties are for men. Those things I've heard one night but set aside as it happened just a night. Nothing more succeeded. And the church itself.

I finish eating and clean my utensils. No one will do the work for me—another query: less manpower inside a huge church.

I decided to see how does the church operates during Sunday. Unexpectedly, numerous people entered, sit, prayed inside the main church. It was almost full.

How amazing. Just like what I have talked about, there are a fewer religious organization established here at New Cica. I should expect this thing to happen.

As the flood of people surges in and out, I stand on a dim corner where no one can suspect me observing them. More of the devotees are middle-aged men and women, and some may be in their early thirties. It happens that none of my age happened to be here. And I should support that fact as we are not that engaged and curious about religion. Becoming successful in life is more to prioritize.

Half an hour pass; still, people never stop entering and leaving the church. They had so many devotees just.

Few became acquainted with friends during the visit and do some talks in low voices, and others just come in peace and for the gospel.

Suddenly, a commotion heard outside, leading people inside turn their back at the front door. Many stood on their seats and stepped their way out to witness the event. And as an observant who wants to record everything with my mind, I did the same. I nearly pushed a pregnant woman but thanks to the man behind her. I stated my apology and forgiven.

"Step aside, my beloved people", I heard Reverend Scott's voice. As they were told, people gave Reverend a way to the person whom two citizens are holding firmly.

"She's being berserk Reverend. We're just taking the stairs but before she enters the door, she fainted and then became uncontrollable," speaks by the man in a cap and black jacket holding the right arm of the said woman.

"For how long does she became like this?" Asst. McLinn asks while Reverend Scott touches the woman's forehead. She then collapsed uncontrollably that for a moment, the men holding her panicked and got scared when her right hand got away from the grip.

"HAHAHAHAHAH!" a deep, somewhat combination of voices come s from the mouth of the woman. Her voice lingered around, making the spectators scream and fear of her.