DEMACLI THE LEGION DEMONIAC
33 AD – The Greek Visitors – Jerusalem, Judea
Several minutes had past when Philip reappeared at the double doors of the house and happily gestured for all of them to enter.
Looking about the large entryway of what Demacli could tell was once a grand residence of old. But instead of ornate furniture, the room had bags of grain stacked all the way up to the ceiling. Rows of worktables were pushed up against another wall.
“Who’s house is this?”
“It is mine.” A man about the same age of his father and a younger man came ambling through a side door carrying trays of flat herbal breads. He handed the tray he was carrying to a passing servant who was also bringing food up the stairs. “Welcome,” he said, “I am Simon of Bethany. The master told us to expect you and your group of believers from Hippus.”
Demacli blinked. Simon chuckled at his reaction. “Yes, I know. The master still surprises me the same way. Come. Let us go up.”
They all started to ascend the broad stairs case.
“I have done business at Hippus in the past,” Simon said. “At that matter, I do a lot of trading in the free cities.”
“You probably dealt with my father, then,” Demacli said.
“Oh, I have,” Simon said.
Demacli turned to look at him.
“As soon as I set my eyes on your face, I saw a younger image of him.” Simon was chuckling again. “Your father and I were dealing with each other since before you were born. But I have not seen him in the past ten years. Oh, I still deal with him but through my merchants that treks back and forth. I’m afraid I’m just a little too old taking those long trips through a scorching desert and fighting off robbers. And then I had to deal with your father. He was a shrewd man. Those were good days.”
“Demacli!” A voice called as they reached the top of the stairs. “You have arrived.”
Demacli saw it was the Master waiting with some of the disciples by tall ornately carved double doors. He and the other Greeks rushed up to him and quickly got down on their knees bowing to him.
“Get up, my friends,” Jesus said. “You have arrived on time for our celebration.”
“Thank you, Lord.”
Jesus greeted them all. When he got to Elpida, he smiled greatly.
“Elpida,” Jesus greeted fondly, “My heart is joyful of your union with Demacli. My Father’s blessings to your household.”
Elpida again went down on her knees with tears in her eyes, but Jesus help her back up.
“Come! Let us all enter.”
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