There was once was a man who was
more monster than man. His name was Marcello and he killed droves of men and
women of varying ages and cultures. He started out as a poor homeless boy who
couldn’t get any help from anyone. They wouldn’t even bother to listen to him
as he cried in the mud and rain. To get attention, to get some semblance of
power or control in his life, he killed people for money which finally got
people to turn their heads his way. He then grew up to kill different kinds of
people ranging from skilled fighters to children. He had to kill every type of
human for a reason he had not thought of. This man wore a goat’s head and skirt
that had the design of every sin a man could commit on it. His weapon of
choice, a single curved sword with edges and curves to it that made it an
incredibly dangerous weapon to even touch. He met his match with a group of
vigilantes who took him down though he killed fifteen of them before he was defeated.
They tied him up and brought him to their campsite.
“If you’re going to kill me then do
it now,” he said in the mud he found himself in again, “I have finally been
defeated by warriors more skilled than I.”
The woman who defeated him knelt
down and said, “We have no reason to kill you. You will be one of our friends.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve
killed thousands of men, women, children, and even your friends. What reason do
you have not to hate me?”
“We are better than that. We love
our enemies.”
“Love your enemies? What insanity
is this?”
“This is one of the commands given
to us by our Lord.”
“Your Lord is a fool. Who loves
their enemies?”
“Those able to forgive and be as
strong as Him. Sinners and people without wisdom love those who do good to them
and hate their enemies. The two are not so different from each other therefore
we follow our Lord’s words and do good to our enemies and treat them like
people and not as animals.”
“You fools are too late to save an
animal such as I.”
“Death is the only time when it is
too late. You still have plenty of time.”
The vigilantes treated him like a
friend while they had him. They fed him, shared stories of adventure, and let
him sleep in their tents during which the man was surprised beyond words to
even do anything as he tried to comprehend their mercy and forgiveness.
One day he asked the woman he
talked to, “Who is your Lord? I must talk to him to understand his way of
thinking.”
“Our Lord is God who created what
you see before you. He created everything good and all of the beauties of the
world.”
“He must’ve not created me for I am
evil.”
“Nothing in this world is created
to be evil. You were unjustly treated by those around you and I apologize on
their behalf. Human nature can be weak and easily corruptible.”
“But what about all that which is
not human such as disease and the various monsters that roam the world?”
“What makes them evil? They are
only performing the actions they were planned to because of our fall.”
“But what God would create things
that would make others suffer?”
“These things are not created to
make us suffer, rather, they were created to keep humanity moving, active, and
wise. Humanity would be docile and lazy if there was nothing to challenge us.”
Amazed by her knowledge, he says,
“Then I must meet your God to truly understand what you are saying. Is there
any way to meet him?”
“Prayer and observing all that is around
you is the only way to contact him. There’s also death but He would deny seeing
you because of what you have done.”
Marcello then devoted his life to
finding God in the world and through the years, he slowly got an understanding
of Him through his new friends and the beauty of the world that was laid before
him. He became a better man and helped others like how his friends helped him.
Unfortunately, there were people who didn’t like this group of men changing sinners
into saints and formed an army to kill them all and so they did with Marcello being
the only survivor in the attack. As the battle raged, the woman who helped him
and who became his lover died in his arms with a smile on her face and hope in
her eyes and through these eyes, he saw the eyes of God.
“Yes, Lord. I’ve finally found you
and I will carry out Your will as a loyal soldier.”
He then took his sword and cut down
the entire army. It is said that there were hundreds, thousands, or even hundreds
of thousands of corpses at that battle. The man is told to be a devil among men
with his fighting capabilities even though He fought in God’s name. Though he
triumphed, he died from his wounds and approached Heaven’s gates where he knelt
before God.
“I am not worthy to enter your
kingdom, Lord. Let me defend your walls instead and be at my rightful place as
the lowest of all Your people.”
God was moved by his humble request
and granted it. Marcello took his place as one of the human guards that defend
the gates of Heaven along with the first bishop and his successors who have the
keys to the gates. Every now and then, his past friends and lover will exit
Heaven just to talk and act like how they used to. The Lowest Member of Heaven
is a man who can cut down hundreds of thousands of men single handily. What
does that say about those inside the walls of Heaven who are higher than him and
those who reside in Hell?
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