"Prophet Marcello, I was looking for you. How come you're…err...early?" Hansen questioned his murderer.

"I wanted to gather my friends to kill some disciples. I found them earlier than I had expected, Hansen. You must be cheerful, tomorrow you will gain fortune to miss what shall happen to some of your close people."

Hansen wondered how different had been Prophet's voice on the phone. He was tall, skinny and looked like an albino. He looked more like an Englishman straight came from Victorian era because of a long blazer reaching down to his knees. He had worn a hat but he had brought no weapon.

"You have got no bag with you this time?" Hansen asked in a sudden, "How are you going to take my body after I'm dead?"

"I feel cold." Prophet said instead of responding to him.

Hansen lit the fireplace and somehow arranged two rocking chairs to sit on. Both sat on the rocking chairs, listening to tap created by each other's chair, with coffee mugs in hands. Prophet didn’t even take a sip. Instead, he told him he could call him by any name from now.

Nobody talked about dinner.

"Burn the talisman Hansen. I know you'd fixed it some hours ago." Marcello said in his snake like voice.

Little steps by steps, Hansen went towards the fireplace and threw the talisman inside the flames.

"Don’t turn Hansen, keep looking at the fireplace…" Marcello snapped, "Tomorrow, my friends are descending. You're only one who knows it. You're the sole mortal being who understands this. We're breaking rules of God and humans are the first to be punished. You're the first one…fortunate."

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"I didn’t tell anyone about the possible threats." Hansen responded.

Marcello didn’t say anything but just kept rocking.

Benjamin heard Marcello get up, by drumming of chair's leg on the floor. Then he heard nothing which he could conclude as footsteps. He soon figured out Marcello using his telephone.

"Keaton…" he hissed, "The woman…"

Is Keaton next? Hansen presumed lightening quick. Whom is he referring as woman?

"Last time we had landed, many innocents were slain and when we had descended for the first time, one innocent was punished till death to ensure your imaginary faith."

Marcello waited for the reply from other end.

Marcello had pulled down the red plastic receiver. Hansen could hear Web's clear yells from the other end, "You asshole. Fucker maniac!"

Marcello hung up and was about settle down the receiver when Hansen spoke, "If you want to punish or kill me, do it straight away." He no longer was interested in watching his talisman being melted by flames.

Marcello spoke nothing. He thought he had heard sobbing from behind following those words.

Prophet Marcello from paradise was crying behind a human being.

I am Satan…