I had to admit, this old man, despite being eccentric and suspicious as Hades, was surprisingly charismatic.
"Damocles Steel eh?" The old man said, chugging from a hip flask. "I remember when wee Damocles was a child. He wasn't full of humility at all, that spoiled brat!" Around him, curious campers sat, listening to his stories. It was like watching an old grandfather telling tales to his grandkids.
And by grandfather, I mean great-great-great-great grandfather. This man was old.
Wizened, with gray hair and eyebrows, you could have told me he was Father Time himself and I would have believed you. The only thing that betrayed his senile old man appearance was his eyes. They seemed to glow with life, making me wonder just how old this man was.
Or whether he was even human.
Next to me, I could tell Annabeth was having the same thoughts. "An old man just so happens to appear when we're feeling hopeless." Annabeth muttered. "This is not a coincidence."
"Correct!" The Old man suddenly pointed at Annabeth. "Good deduction, Child of Athena. Me being here is not a coincidence. I escaped from Hell itself to get here."
"Hell?" The old man nodded.
"Yes Son of Poseidon. Hell. The Church's most heavily guarded prison, reserved for those who venomously oppose their will." The old man smiled. "It was fate that I managed to escape and make it here."
"…He sounds crazy." Annabeth mumbled into my ear.
"I heard that." The old man said, chewing on a piece of pizza. "Won't deny it though. Two thousand odd years in prison would make anyone crazy."
"Two thousand?!" I couldn't help but blurt it out. "Are you serious?"
Deadly serious young'un." The old man replied, his eyes flashing. "I was born before the birth of the Savior himself. I met him actually. He saved me." The old man's eyes turn distant, lost in his memories.
"The Savior?" I asked Annabeth. To my surprise however, a look of shock was on her face. "Annabeth! Who's the Savior?"
Annabeth turned to me, a look of shock on her face. "The Savior…if he's truly two thousand years old, there's only one person that I can think of."
When she said who it was, I felt my jaw drop. "Can you repeat that please?" I stuttered, not sure if I heard right. Annabeth took a deep breath, before repeating the shocking revelation that chilled me to the core.
"Jesus of Nazareth, born roughly two thousand years ago, and is considered by many to be the Savior of Humanity."
Yes, the Greek chapters have't been all that interesting...though I promise they will get interesting very soon. (Next few chapters or so.) It's cause I need to further develop the OCs before I can actually have the two parties interact.
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Daemon