Deliverance (35)

Book III: Chapter 35
December 21

With Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus looking on approvingly, Pope Benedict had just used two of the sacred nails previously used to crucify Christ to destroy the immortals Lazarus and Mary Magdalene – my friends.

The earth continued to protest, sending raging winds to whip through the disaster site that was once The Temple Mount – yet The Beast and his minions merely took that as a sign of approval, a welcome to the chaos that the Antichrist’s reign was sure to bring.

After receiving the sign from Ma’bus, the Pope again donned his helmet and retrieved the final spear. Then he looked my way.

The Beast sends forth Pope Benedict to complete his mission.

For my part I looked to the heavens – striving to see through the black clouds, “Give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever.”


The instrument of my fate walked inexorably towards me.

Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil.” I strained to keep my head looking up to the sky, refusing to watch Benedict’s slow advance. “I will fear no evil – for you are close beside me.”

At last I sensed Benedict was now below me.

Then it was that my courage faltered and I looked down upon him.

The pope’s battle helmet and the dust storm obscured Benedict’s visage, yet not his intention. He was here to destroy the final immortal – he was going to kill me.

I screamed down at him in protest, desperate to delay his action, “He will prepare a feast for me, in the presence of my enemies. He honors—“

<SWOOOSH!> Benedict’s lance impaled my side!

“YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWP!” I wailed – shocked at the unimaginable intensity of the pain!

It was a feeling beyond the limits of endurance, even for an immortal, and as Jesus’ Nail entered into me, I felt…

  • The nails used to crucify my wrists and feet burned anew.
  • Fresh blood oozed forth from a myriad of tiny holes that ringed the crown of my head.
  • My back ripped open against the splintered wood of the cross – tearing from unseen lashes that slashed into me.
  • My knees swelled up.
  • My legs ached.
  • My shoulders protested against the weight of a cross I had never carried but suddenly felt as if I did.

In my mind’s eye, I saw Jesus of Nazareth, and at last, I understood the full extent of all the horrors that my master had suffered nearly two thousand years ago at this very place — and I remembered what I saw as an eye-witness to the horror of it all…

And I wept.

“My Lord, I love you.” I prayed, suddenly no longer afraid, welcoming my fate.

The sands of time dripped slowly, and my Deliverer pushed his spear further into me – up and to the left – towards my heart.

The blood now dripping even from my eyeballs, I could no longer even see Benedict beneath me, yet it mattered not.

Nothing mattered anymore.

The only thing I cared about was that I could finally say my peace, “Jesus, I repent of my sins. I make you my Lord and Savior – again. I know I am your Beloved. Surely your goodness has pursued me all the days of my Life.

As the Nail began to touch my heart, as last I saw The Light.

It shined down upon me as I smiled victoriously, “I will live forever in the house of the Lord. Prai—“


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36 – The Hand of God
Book III Table of Contents

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