𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗩𝗘 | HxH

iii.

Chapter Three

Located at the heart of Meteor City was the towering structure of the church, its silhouette a stark contrast against the sprawling wasteland.

Just like most of the city though, the structure was old and weathered, but likewise, it was still a prominent part of what made the wasteland itself.

Sarasa opened the light, ornate gates and led you into the place. As she did so, she relayed stories of her own, detailing life in the city. Occasionally, she would ask you for information regarding your own certain experiences but never probed too far.

"Actually, sometimes, the church gives away yummy treats," Sarasa shared, her eyes twinkling. "So you better get used to coming here or you'll miss out on 'em!"

You took the time to admire the walls sprawling with religious motifs, the architecture forming a visually appealing scene that struck your breath.

As you continued through the expansive grounds, your path led you past a cemetery, a solemn collection of gravestones that cast long shadows light. The sight of so many markers in one place stirred a sense of unease, a reminder of the city's place in society, or the lack thereof.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Sarasa's voice, tinged with a hint of worry. "I sure hope no one's using the AV room today," she said, her tone shifting as she glanced toward the building's interior.

The sudden change in topic pulled you back to the present, you tilted your head and asked in reply, "Why? Is it usually crowded?"

She shook her head and told you, "Nah, I just don't want anyone else to see the tapes yet. Like I said, if it's a show in a language we know we can surprise the others and watch it with everyone!"

The two of you entered through the huge entrance doors, the hinges creaking as they closed behind you. Being that it was still early, the church was empty, save for the sole figure at the altar.

You and Sarasa walked down the aisle until you were met with an elderly man who had thick, bushy eyebrows and an even bushier mustache. He was dressed in thick garbs and was holding a book to his chest.

"Father Lisores," Sarasa greeted, and your eyes widened at the title, bowing in greeting as well.

"Ah," the elder started. "Goodmorning, Sarasa. Sheila's not with you today?"

Your friend shook her head before replying, "She said she was going to spend today rereading her Dino Hunter book. And I had to do something anyway."

"I see." He huffed out a laugh before addressing you. "And I guess that something must have to do with you, dear. You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, father." You answered, trying to steel your nerves as you relayed your name, "I-I got here yesterday."

The man repeated your name on his lips before he moved to place one of his hands on top of your head, making you shut your eyes unsurely. 

Instead of being struck by a forceful hand, a gentle warmth from the appendage bloomed atop your head, making you open an eye to peek. After a bit, he finally lifted it and smiled down at you, "How has Meteor City been treating you so far?"

You opened your eyes completely and looked at Sarasa, who seemed to be urging you to say whatever you wanted to say.

You pondered on the question and answered him truthfully, "Uhm, everything's been okay, father. Sarasa introduced me to some friends earlier; we got some cool s-stuff and she's going to show me to other places later too."

"Is that so?" Father Lisores smiled. "Then I won't hold you two up any longer. Just please remember not to be out late and don't linger around the outskirts, is that clear?"