Chapter 16: The worshipper of himself (part 1)

The golden eyes opened, and a title was in front of them. "The oracle of truths" written in a elegant font, colored of the blood color. The black book cover is in black leather, and in the center of the cover there's a name. "Ken Quinzen".

The writer opened his eyes gently, and he wake up from a long dream. There's no one other itself in his house. Only him with his quill and the ink, and many written pages with a very small handwriting. His workroom is in the darkness, only a small lantern enlighten a bit the room.

A black carpet cover the ground, and the color being matched with the inside of the room. The shadow color of the walls being decorated with many paintings. At the left, there's a painting of a snake with red eyes. The snake is hanging from a tree branch, and the title of the painting is: "Knowledge". At the center there are another painting. The second painting show a hourglass, titled: "Timeless".

The last painting show a newborn crying, titled: "The real God".

In the left wall, there's a clock made with black wood and golden details.

The smell of alcohol covers the whole room, on the ground there are bottle of whisky, and above the desk a glass of whisky.

- "It hurts.. My chest.." Ken Quinzen muttered itself.

An atrocious pain fill the writer's chest, like being stabbed in it. Ken Quinzen's eyes see the clock.

- "It's already two in the afternoon.. I've sleep very much" Ken Quinzen got up from the chair and go to change his clothes.

The writer house is two plan. On the ground floor there is a kitchen, a living room and a guest room. On the superior plan, there is the workroom and the bedroom. The house style is very dark and gothic.

- "I'll wear this one today" Ken Quinzen took out from his wardrobe a white suit with dark red tie, and leather black shoes.

Ken Quinzen passes in the living room for take his little diary, where inner there's written notes for his novels. After that he put it in his inside pocket of the blazer.

The living room of the writer is full of details. From the ground, there's a large black carpet with golden roses details over it, and some furniture where some books are kept. A candlestick are hanging from the ceiling and enlighten the whole room.

Ken Quinzen leave his house, changed with new clothes.

- "Mr. Quinzen!" A old voice come to the writer's ears.

- "Priest Robertson, what do you want?" Ken Quinzen closed the door of his house while he looked at the priest.

- "Last night I've saw you totally drunk while you walking to going at your house. Don't drink anymore, it's a sin!" The priest roared at the writer.

- "Alright, alright Priest Robertson, don't worry I'll not drink anymore" Ken crossed his fingers behind his back.

- "My my, if you want to get rid of some sin, come and visit me at the church" The priest walked away and leaved Ken alone.

The church is very close to Ken Quinzen's house, the distance is about some steps. Priest Robertson is the priest of the church of the area where Ken Quinzen lives. He wear a long black cloak. His eyes are brown and his hair black. His age is between the 50s and 55s.

The white haired writer started to walking to the center. Ken Quinzen's eyes shines at the view of the center. The sun rays make his golden eyes shining like a precious gem. Many buildings fill the sides of the pathway. The people walk while wearing precious clothes.

The writer walk has stopped by a loud voice.

- "I don't have any money now! Please let me go!" The voice came from a hidden alley.

Ken Quinzen entered into the alley, and his eyes see a aggression. A man who handle a knife are in front of another man.

The one who handle the knife wearing a low quality grey clothes, and dark boots.

He's eyes saw the writer, and after that he leaved the man in his hands.

- "What do you want?" His gaze stared at the writer one.

- "Let's turn around the question. What do you want from this man? You want money?" The writer took out of his pocket fifty chronus and handle them in front of the man.

The man pointed the knife of the writer direction.

- "I'll kill you if you don't leave this place".

- "My my, you little rat why do you want kill someone? For revenge? For your inner desires? Stop being rude and accept your miserable life" Ken Quinzen smirked at the man.

The aggressor began to run in the direction of Ken Quinzen. The attacker executed a slash but Ken Quinzen dodge it with no difficulty.

- "Stop it" Ken Quinzen's hand takes the aggressor's wrist and take the knife.

A punch launched by the writer hit the aggressor's and he has fallen on the ground.

The writer sat on the aggressor and started to punching him repeatedly. The aggressor's face is full of blood.

- "Please, stop it" The voice of the other man spoke to the writer.

Ken Quinzen got up from the aggressor, his hands are red and bloody, the veins is on the point of explosion.

- "Are you okay, Mr..?" His gaze stared at the man.

- "I'm Laurence Mercier".

The writer's bloody hand shakes the Laurence hand.

- "Nice to meet you, I'm Ken Quinzen" The writer smirked at him.