Balthazar whistled “What a friend we have in Jesus” as he entered Saint Matthews church and of course there was nary a parishioner in sight except for a few old ladies muttering their prayers and clutching their rosary beads as if their lives depended on those items. He walked a little further up the aisle and took a seat in one of the pews closest to the confessional, Balthazar then pulled out his phone and thumbed through his messages he sighed and erased the message it was from a client who wasn’t satisfied with the item in question, which was a piece of “The Ark of the Covenant” or rather one of the cherubim’s wings. If he had given the entire thing to his client the man would have died horribly his soul forced to remain sealed in the ark for all time.
But in spite of his warnings the man was insistent upon purchasing the rest for his own private collection which was why he deleted the message. “Perhaps it’s time to sever my ties with this annoying pillock since he seems hell bent on trying my patience, after all there are several people who are willing to listen to my warnings.” He muttered more to himself than to his father he was actually getting used to talking to dead air since him no idea if his father was even listening but talking to himself actually helped him cope with his own loneliness .