only god

Chapter 106 The Tearing Angel Will Return

In the icy wind and snow.

On the high mountain, there is a light green leaf that shuttles in the cold wind. It floats downwards, as if it is going to someone.

At this time there was no one at the foot of the sacrificed mountain, and neither the Logos nor the three-eyed ape slaves went to the square of the kingdom, where a son of a whore was to be stoned.

The night was dark and it was raining mistyly.

Bazel was guarded by the jailers. Those Logos jailers were like hunters. Bazel was the trophy in their hands. He was guarded by the jailers. He walked around the square and let everyone present see this death row prisoner.

As the poet walked, he looked around at the Logosians.

"Let him die!"

"He betrayed the Sons of God!"

"Profane! Behold, we shall put to death the blasphemous monster!"

As soon as the poet came to the square, the people of Logos erupted into a turmoil. Prince Ruiying led these people, preaching the benefits of the three-eyed ape-man as a slave, and denouncing Bazel's blasphemy.

Imagine that every Logosian can enjoy the three-eyed ape man as a slave. What a wonderful life, it is simply the grace of the gods.

With this kind of grace, someone actually wanted to betray the Logosians!

The three-eyed apes looked at the poet, their hearts filled with sorrow, they were all slaves and could not argue against Bazel.

The poet is paraded around like an exhibition, and he walks at a normal speed, leisurely.

After three full circles, Bazel was led before the king, who stood on a high platform, looking down on the poet with his majestic eyes.

"Anything else to say, Bazel."

King Doro stared straight at Bazel.

beg for mercy?plead?Or abuse?begging?
King Dolo looked at Bazel contemptuously. The king wanted to see what this man would say when he was about to die.

When Bazel walked in front of King Dolo, he lowered his head and ignored King Dolo.

It seems King Doroe isn't worth talking to.

King Dolo, who was ignored, was furious, sneered, and waved to the jailers escorting him.

Bazel is about to be sent to the execution ground.

At this time, Bazel lowered his head, raised his arms, and gently put his palms together.

He was praying silently.

Seeing this unusual death row prisoner, the jailers were taken aback for a moment.

Among those condemned prisoners, some begged for mercy in agony before dying, and they were so frightened that they were scared to death;

They had seen many executions, everybody, but nothing like this.

Before dying, he was actually praying peacefully.

What is the point of praying when death is upon you?
Reviled, reprimanded... Every Logosian is a vortex of malice,
The emaciated Bazel was still praying.

What else does this man pray for?
The jailers took him to the center of the execution ground, surrounded by sharp stones, and he was sentenced to be stoned to death by the Logos.

Bazel stood there, between the two pillars, and the jailers tied ropes to his legs, one to each of the two pillars, and the praying, clasped hands.

The guards looked at Bazel, and then at the unusual man one last time.

"What the hell..."

A jailer murmured,

"Aren't you afraid?"

Bazel ignored him, and the poet's head was still lowered, in a prayer posture.

In the muddy square, people crowded around, all wanting to squeeze to the front, either to watch the excitement, or to smash that Basil to death with their own hands.

"Let him die, let him go!"

"He is free, and we are also free!"

"Aren't you on the side of the heretics?! Blasphemer, what else do you have to say?!"

There were crowds of people, and the voices of the Logos people were shrill. They were immersed in the excitement of executing Bazel. Once this person died, no one would oppose them again, and no one would betray the Son of God again.

Bazel's head was lowered, and at this moment, his body trembled slightly.

He is going to die.

Everyone is afraid of death, even people of faith are afraid of death.

"God...I'm dying."

Bazel prayed in his heart.

He will not stutter only if he talks to himself in his heart and does not speak the words out.

I have endured so much pain that I am finally going to die.

King Doroe on the high platform raised his hand, and then gave an order suddenly.

"Execution!"

The sound fell, and people picked up sharp stones on the ground.

After crossing a parabola, the first stone hit the poet abruptly.

The poet's cheek was broken and blood flowed from it.

When the first stone hit Bazel, others rained down.

A faint thunder roared in the sky,

The drizzle of the night fell on the fanatical people.

One after another, the stones hit Bazel who was praying, and those simple and rough forces directly tore Bazel's flesh and blood.

Continuous, severe pain hit Bazel hard, causing his body to shake continuously.

"What are you still praying for?"

"Do you think God will forgive you? Will the Son of God forgive you?!"

People laughed at Bazel, stones fell on him one after another, and countless people wanted to execute him.

Bazel raised his face, blood was streaming on it.

His eyes looked around at the Logos people present.

The people he saw, for some reason, felt inexplicably flustered, just like Dorias felt in the prison cell, but soon, under the wave of anger, they still threw stones.

His resolute eyes made people panic and fear, so Shi Zi became more and more powerful, and his wrist became more and more cruel.

People mask panic with anger, fear with roar, and the more they don't want to face something, the more they want to kill something.

Bazel stared at those who executed him.

"God,
Why do I have to suffer so much? "

Bazel prayed in his heart, letting the stones cruelly deprive him of his vitality.

"God,
I am in so much pain, so people in the world are not so kind? "

The poet's hands were still clasped, and the severe pain tore his nerves, and he was covered in blood.

The stones kept hitting Bazel, making him crumbling.

Doriath rushed into the square, into the crowd,
"Don't execute him! Sons of God, don't execute him!"

The old priest of the law garden let out a loud cry.

However, no one heard it, and no one wanted to stop.

Driven by malice and instigated by the king and his son, the Logos wanted to put the stammering poet to death.

A troubled, tormented poet.

Who will pray for him?

Which of the Logosians who were about to execute Bazel would ask for a little mercy for him?Who would pray for a chance of life for him?
The three-eyed apes looked at Bazel who was being tortured, and the slaves cried and mourned, as if losing Bazel meant they lost part of their lives.

The poet devoted his undying friendship to the Three-eyed Ape-man.

Those stones cut through his body one by one, and Bazel's pain gradually became numb.

This fallen angel,
Looking at those Logos people, shed tears.

Bazel, who was covered in bruises, didn't understand.

His lips trembled, the pain in his soul was deeper than his body.

"God,"

"Who hurt me so deeply?"

"Why is my soul full of scars?"

Bazel's eyes were about to lose sight, his eyes were smashed by the overwhelming stones, he gradually lost all senses, he was still standing, everything was a futile struggle.

He didn't want to die like this.

in the crowd,
Ram rushed left and right, and when he heard the news that Bazel was going to be executed, he rushed to the square.

He was a child, short in stature, extremely agile, he squeezed through the crowd, trying his best to get to Bazel's side.

"Bazel! Bazel!"

Ram's voice was hoarse, mixed with tears, and he finally rushed to the execution ground.

"Put him to death too!"

"Put that three-eyed ape-man to death!"

People noticed Ram, and the crazy Logos didn't care about anything, even without Ruiying's instigation, the stone hit Ram on the back.

Ram was running towards Bazel in pain, he wanted to run, he wanted to get to Bazel's side.

Finally, Ram stood in front of Bazel.

The poet is dying.

Ram stretched out his hand, he hugged Bazel, and with tears rolling down, he kissed Bazel's forehead.

"Bazel, Bazel..."

The poet's consciousness was blurred, and he felt a trace of warmth somewhere.

Someone was hugging him and kissing his forehead.

At last,
The angel exhausted his last bit of strength and said softly:
"God,"

"Please have mercy on me!"

Ram looked up, the child hugged the poet, looked at the night sky covered with drizzle, and looked at the distant mountain.

The child wept, endured the torment of the stones, put his hands together, and prayed as usual, for the angel,
"God,
How kind he is! "

"Have mercy on him,
Don't make him suffer anymore, don't make him sad anymore! "

The words of the prayer fell.

The brilliance suddenly broke through the dense dark clouds!

A piece of emerald green, full of radiant leaves came from afar and landed on the execution ground.

The radiance was so warm, it seemed to be some kind of response, some kind of divine compassion.

The insulted and wounded soul,

Rise up now.

That devastated soul has a pair of angel wings!

The Logos people who were about to execute Bazel stopped their hands involuntarily.

Tens of thousands of eyes widened, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief.

Everyone saw the scene in front of them.

It seems... It seems that there are a pair of holy hands stretching out from the radiance, approaching a soul with wings.

Bazel's soul escaped from his body, and his original face appeared. It was a weeping angel. He opened his eyes and looked around sadly at the people present.

Mesia wept, he stroked Ram's face, kissed the child's forehead, then turned around and walked towards the divine light.

He wants to leave this place that hurt him.

He is not coming back.

The tortured angel will finally return to heaven,

at least there,
There is still a good life to be enjoyed by this sad soul.

Bazel, or the angel Maesia, stepped into the light.

Mesia was tortured, and he walked forward, not wanting to stay in the world any longer.

There is a path under his feet.

Mesia walked forward, looking straight at the road there.

He walked, step by step, this road was very long, and the end in front of him was very far away, he didn't know how long it would take to finish.

The scene ahead gradually became hazy and unreal.

Mesia walked forward, his steps slowing down.

on the road ahead,

He saw a child being born in a vicious, dilapidated brothel, and he screamed.

The child's mother looked at the child in disgust,
She gave birth to him alone, and the child tortured her to death.

The whore had no affection for the child, and she chose a common name for him at will:
bazel.

Mesia looked at the scene in front of him, his head lowered, and his heart was in great pain.

He can't stay here, he should go.

Mesia continued to walk along the road, and he saw that the child named Bazel grew up, was born with a stutter, and was despised and disgusted as the son of a whore.

The scene in front of me seemed familiar, and Mesia's body was shaking.

Mesia stretched out her hand, wanting to touch herself in the picture, telling the child that everything is not so bad.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the picture disappeared.

Mesia's heart was tortured by pain, and he had no choice but to move on.

The screen changes again.

A kind priest raised Bazel and taught the child to read and write poetry.

Maisia ​​looked at this warm scene, but she didn't have time to smile.

The priest died, fell very ill, and closed his eyes in front of the stuttering child.

Mesia took a deep breath, her chest seemed to be blocked by something.

This child named Basil will always be accompanied by pain, and he has not had time to enjoy being loved.

Mesia stared ahead, he had suffered so much pain in this life, he was traumatized and devastated.

The road ahead has no end in sight.

He could only keep going.

Bazel has grown up, and he has always been kind to the world.

But what does the world give him in return?
As Mesia walked forward, he saw a stuttering poet stepping into the law garden, and he stared at him coldly.

No one is with the poet, he has to walk in a lonely corner.

Even so, there are still people who insult him and hurt him.

Back home with bruises all over his body, he put his hands together alone,

He poured out his pain and confusion to God.

At the end of prayer,
Said the battered poet:

"To love, to praise, to walk with you."

Mesia's eyes were moist, and he wanted to move on.

Misery filled the heart of the angel, walking forward all the way, witnessing the pain experienced in his life along the way.

The death of Elder Salas, the death of Elder Gula, those stones that fell on Ram and himself...

Mesia looks back on all this, and on this life.

To the end,
Angel is dead.

It wasn't just the exile's angel that died.

Instead,

People put the best part of themselves to death.

With tears streaming down her face, Mesia walked forward step by step.

This wounded soul does not want to go back, he wants to go before God and receive His grace.

A radiance enveloped Mesia,

The scene in front of me suddenly changed,
Mesia suddenly found himself in an oasis in the desert.

The date palms there are lush, and the frankincense trees are beautiful.

Mesia walked forward, and he saw many, many souls standing around.

Those three-eyed apes looked at Mesia curiously.

"That's Bazel, my friend."

A cry came from the depths of the oasis, and then the three-eyed apes held out dates and frankincense to heal the wounded angel, love him, and praise him.

Mesia's eyes were moist, and he was about to go forward, where a friend was waiting for him.

Three-eyed apes surrounded him, children called him "angel" and "angel", and adults recited poems to praise him. Here, everyone pays attention to this poet who once stuttered.

Those voices are so simple, so kind, to attract, to love, this tormented soul.

then,

Mesia walked with them to the depths.

In the depths of the oasis, an old man was sitting with a pottery bowl in front of him.

Inside the bowl, there is burning frankincense, which looks like golden raisins, exuding a rich aroma.

Elder Salas has been waiting for him.

"Bazel, my friend."

The old man smiled, and he went to Bazel.

"Elder Salas..."

Mesia walked forward, he no longer stuttered, he could say whatever he wanted to say.

About life, about poetry, about gods.

Frankincense lingers all around, the burning aroma lingers over this oasis.

Suddenly, the only good memories left in those painful lives returned to Mesia from the eyes of Elder Salas.

That night, it was a silent desert, a distant starry sky, an open-air temple...

Elder Salas told him the proverb of the three-eyed ape man,
"The frankincense we burn together,

before being burned to ashes,

I will not leave you, my friend. "

Mesia smiled, he smiled with joy and happiness, and no one else had such a pure smile except him.

This wandering angel,
Even if God's favor is not found,

But he didn't really get nothing.

(End of this chapter)