Chapter
3 – Your Will be Done Onto Us
The hordes of reanimated cultists
look possessed and seem to be nothing more than lifeless husks controlled by
their demonic masters. They leap at us all at once. Time slows down, and
everything becomes mute. Kane is shooting and yelling something at me, but I
can’t hear what he’s saying, and everything turns black once the tide cultists
and bloody rain overtake us. My scythe lights up, revealing only Kane and me in
a void of cold, dark nothingness. He’s trying to talk to me, so I try to
communicate to him that I can’t hear him by speaking and pointing to my ears.
Kane looks to understand me and
makes a bunch of motions that I don’t get what he’s trying to say, until I
finally get that he’s talking about my angel. I look around and try to call out
to my angel, but don’t see or hear him for some reason, so I shake my head at
Kane. He looks down, crosses himself, and points forward. I cross myself as
well and walk forward to him, while silently praying that God gets us out of
this situation.
“He won’t,” I hear a distorted,
half-male, half-female voice say to me. “Even your angel has abandoned you, and
the only angels you have around you now are fallen.”
“This is nothing more than a forced
hallucination, and your words are empty and try to hide my angel from me. I
know that he and God are still by my side, closer to me than I am to myself,” I
say.
“You are surrounded by darkness and
armies of demons, with enough numbers to blot out the sun. You were led by the
nose to a few ritual sites, but you have failed to destroy them all before our
plan could come to completion. Observe the fruits of our labor and your
failure.”
The darkness around me lifts to
reveal scenes of murder, thievery, alcoholism, degeneracy, and sins of all
kinds as the people of the city lose themselves to their sins, many of whom
kill themselves after getting their fill. I try to leap into action, to stop
the madness, but the darkness envelops me again, preventing me from doing
anything other than swinging and screaming at nothing in the dark. Kane has also
disappeared and must be facing a trial of his own.
“You will have what you want, and
we will have what we want,” the demonic voice continues. “You will indulge in
the evil you crave, and we will see you damned for eternity for it.”
“Oh, we know the inner desires of
your heart. Your God has always let it be plain to see for us.”
Ahead of me, I see a burning man
with a scythe in his hands, burning people alive, decapitating, and cutting
people in half.
“That is not me.”
“Lying is a sin. You should know
the best, shouldn’t you? You want to bring death and fire to sinners of all
kinds, especially after what happened to the woman you love.”
“The desire is within me, but not
of me. It is a remnant of my past self.”
“How can you deny what you want?”
“I do it daily. To deny myself is
my inner heart’s desire, replaced by God’s will that knows me better than
myself.”
The false version of myself looks
at me, charges, and swings its scythe at me; however, its flames engulf it and
burn it to ash. Feeling a pull to a direction as if a silent voice were
beckoning me, I follow its command.
“You may be good at protecting your
own soul, but the fate of other souls is out of your control.” The darkness
around me recedes a bit to reveal the chaotic scenes of the city, and people are
uncontrollably indulging in their sins. “You prayed for these people many
times, but both the criminals and villains we manipulated and these ‘honest’
civilians lose themselves in what they truly want.”
Putting my hands together and
closing my eyes, I pray for the people around me. The demon continues to mock
me and tells me about the things they do and how they die, but I don’t give up
hope. Something in the dark forces my eyes open to see the depravity and horror
the people indulge in, and the many bodies around me. This doesn’t stop me. In
fact, I pray harder on my knees as I beg for God’s mercy for these people,
offering myself as His tool for their salvation.
It’s then that I see the souls of
the dead rise with halos above their heads, and as they fly upward, they break
the shadows around me, leaving holes in it, and knocking off shadowy beings from
the sky that fall down and through the ground. Because of this, the demons
scream, not to scare me, but because they’re afraid. Hearing that whispering voice
again that told me to go here, I follow it to where it wants me to go.
“You couldn’t save your fiancée
before she was impregnated by a perverted man,” the now panicking and
screeching demon voice says. “God didn’t help her when she was kidnapped and
allowed her to fall under a demonic spell, where she was treated worse than a
sex doll by people who hated and wanted to corrupt her. What makes you think
that won’t happen again? What makes you think that isn’t happening right now?”
From the shadows come images that I’ve
been trying to repress. I see Polina from when the Compassionate and I rescued
her with tattoos on her body and disheveled from being recently violated. I
also see Penelope, Idelle, and Zahara in similar conditions, and Kane and I are
cut to pieces. My son, Uriel, bursts from Polina’s stomach and is told to
violate his own mother by horned figures in the dark. I try to move to stop
what’s happening, but many hands in the dark are holding me back. It feels like
their fingers are ice cold and sharp as a knife. Still, I do my best to pull
myself away from them, offering my pain as penance for my sins, for the souls
in Purgatory, and others on earth.
I can feel my skin tear from my
body as I fight against the demons holding me back, and scream out as I fight forward,
unwilling to let the pain stop me. They won’t scare me from doing what needs to
be done. Even if it costs me my life, I’ll make sure that they all go back to
Hell where they belong, and their plans are stopped here and now! Blood starts
pouring out of my wounds; however, my blood is like fire and pours out like
lava, which frees me from the grip of the demons. The fires then transform me
into a form that makes me look even closer to my angel, with a fiery set of
three eyes and crimson scythes for arms.
“I am proud that you overcame the
temptations of the demons. I knew that you would,” my angel says.
“I knew you were always with me,
and the voice calling out to me. Let us finish this, dear friend,” I say.
With my scythes, I cut apart the
darkness around me. Now that it’s clear, I see that I’m in a ruined church with
dozens of bodies around me, with slit throats and heads with holes in them. In
front of me is a mass made of the bodies of the dead, which is constantly
adding more to itself to create limbs, a head, and a body.
“Thanks for getting us out of that,”
Kane says as he pats my shoulder. “Let’s take this thing down before it causes
us more headache-inducing temptations.”
“Yes, brother,” I say.
Flying ahead, I cut at the blasphemous
being as it tries to hit me with its many arms and set it on fire, as Kane fires
at it from a distance. Whatever gets on fire, it removes, but it struggles to
keep up with us, leading to a simple and easy fight where it completely gets
set on fire along with the rest of the church. Kane and I keep breaking it down
until we’re able to cut out its artificially made heart. With it dead, Kane and
I escape the now collapsing church. Outside, we see that it’s still raining
blood and the sky is red; however, we also see the flames in the sky that my
flying has been creating, and ones that I wasn’t aware of making. The flames
are now in the symbol of a pentagram, which represents the five wounds of Christ.
Feeling power over the fiery
symbol, I hold my hands out to lift it further up into the sky, until it bursts,
stopping the blood rain, and raining fire down upon Meridian, cleansing it from
the curse. After the city is cleansed, my body returns to normal. Kane and I go
into the city to make sure everything is fine, and sure enough, everyone is
calmed down. We call our contacts in law enforcement and the Dominion to let
them know what happened and that it’s safe to start cleaning up the city. We
then call our loved ones to make sure everything is okay and head out to them.
Thanks be to God, they are okay.
Zahara, Penelope, and Zandro were
able to defend Idelle and Polina from the cultists and people who weren’t in control
of themselves. Kane and I embrace each of our family and friends, letting them
know what happened, and thanking God that everyone here is alive.
“It’s a shame that people still
died during it all, both innocent and criminal,” Polina says.
“Those cultists deserved it. They played
with fire and are now burning in it forever. The only shame was the civilian
deaths, who fell to their sins and died shortly after by their hands or by
someone else,” Kane says.
“The criminals and villains indeed
got what they deserved,” I say. “But I agree that it’s a shame those people
died in the manner they did. They foolishly played with powers greater than
themselves and probably will regret their decisions for all eternity. As far as
the civilians go, I pray that more repented before they died than were damned.”
My family and friends pray
together, hand in hand, for the people who died today, for the city, and
ourselves. We indeed won, and the city is safe, but souls were lost today. The
only true tragedy in life is a soul lost to Hell, whereas a person dying and
going to Purgatory or Heaven is a happy ending for a soul and bittersweet for
those who remain alive. I pray that those furthest from God receive His mercy
in this life, so they don’t regret not accepting it at the end. My entire life
is an endless prayer for the salvation of mankind.
Every action that I take is done to
help others and myself reach Heaven. My life’s sole purpose is this and nothing
more, as a man of faith and love, and I pray and hope that I am never found wanting,
and if I am, that God will bring His sanctifying upon me to become a better man,
who will never let Him, my family, and friends down.
The End
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