Chapter Eight

　　(Lazarus)

I headed in the church's direction; the pastor had better be in. It was such an odd thing for my mother to request, but who was I to question her?

I walked into the chapel as goosebumps covered my arms from being in the forbidden place. Demons were not welcome in any place of god or goddesses, whether it be a Puritan church or a Greek temple. Entering the space caused great discomfort for any demon and in the weaker one's death.

Pastor Gideon, it's Samuel. We had a meeting today. I announced as I walked around the space looking for him.

“Over here, dear boy.” A man spoke from behind a door on the side. I walked over and looked into the small room; a grey-haired man sat behind a desk looking over books. His eyes squinted as he looked through a magnifying glass at the text before him. Entering, I closed the door behind me and walked towards him.