It took me a short while to start operating again after Jessica’s death, but eventually, the call of duty had to be answered.
I honestly really wanted to blame Lucifer for that, but I just couldn’t. It was not his fault regardless of how I feel about it. Satan was way more powerful when unlocked than Lucifer could control.
The Beacon illuminated the purple Heaven sky, while I was sitting at the door of Elysia, drowned in thought.
The weight of the bucket of water dragged my shoulders down with it as I carried it from the nearby lake. On my way, I saw a couple of pigs hop over Mr. Lewis’ fence and try to run away. I quickly put the bucket down, splashing water on my hands and pants and spilling some on the muddy ground. I ran as fast as I could towards the pigs to scare them back, tripping over a fallen branch and falling face first into the mud.
I was sitting on a park bench by the fountain, my laptop was on my lap because I was working on a college assignment.
I was too immersed in the essay I was writing that I didn’t notice him entering the park from the side entrance. He walked straight to my bench and sat beside me, grinning.
“You know, you can never run away from me.” Marcus rubbed my thigh, unannounced.
What do you desire?
They say all of humanity’s sins are the fault of the Devil, yet nobody blames me when their girlfriend cheats on them or when their boss takes credit for their work. This is proof that nothing is my fault, all I did was rebel against Father and that is my only damn fault.
When the fire of Hell tears through your skin, bones and flesh and you scream for the sweet relief of death that will never come, you cannot blame me for it. You were the one who hurt yourself and the ones around you, my only job is to make you truly feel the weight of your sins. The very sins you committed on Earth thinking that there was no punishment and that you had to do what you had to do to survive.
