Hermes had arrived at Christ's place, Matheus was fighting against Argos. He looked around, then the smell of Matheus' blood wafted thickly in his nostrils. Hermes ran to Matheus, then he pulled one by one the collars and hair of the vampires and threw them all over the place. Matheus was surprised when Hermes' snort was felt on the skin of the man who had taken care of Hermes for hundreds of years.
"S-sir?" Matheus started with a pale face. Dealing with Hermes in this form was more difficult than having to deal with dozens of vampires earlier. Hermes' eyes were so cold, speechless but very murderous. It was what made Matheus retreat step by step. "A-a-are you here?" Matheus' voice seemed to tremble, very nervous as Hermes followed in his footsteps.
Argos saw Hermes in a different transformation. "W-what is that thing?" Her concentration was broken by Hermes' presence. "H-he... could he be the son of King Cronos?" He began to remember who he called the monster.
