Seven
"Hey, why so aggressive?" Apollo raised both hands, as if to show he didn't come to fight. "Can you tell me your name?"
"I have long since forgotten my real name," the six-foot-tall man replied. "But Our Savior has given me a new name, one I'm not worthy of. He calls me Seven. You can call me Seven."
"Seven?" The beggar recognized immediately that this person was one of The Seven, a mysterious group known to only a few. "So, you're part of them. Is there someone in your group named Six?"
Seven stopped in his tracks, and the red smoke around him faltered as he asked in surprise, "You know my brother Six?"
"Of course! I even know your other siblings—Five, Four, Three, Two, and even One!" Apollo said, puffing out his chest with a confident smile. But deep down, he was thinking how clueless this guy was.
Was he inside when common sense was raining?
"But that's impossible," Seven replied, frowning. "We never revealed our names to anyone."