"Loving you is a test, being with you is a trial, above all that is loyalty, which I must prove to my Lord, before I prove to you..."
He was the servant of the most Merciful, an Observer, by his job. His only job was to observe...never love. Story...
When he opened his eyes, he saw a screaming mob gathered in front of him. He closed his eyes then opened them once again. He was exhausted, he could feel the pain all over his body, a hard object hit against his head, and fell. A flinch of pain in that area then a liquid gushed out. But before he could react to that pain a handful of rocks were thrown at him by the mob. He remained motionless, he knew he was tied to a poll to be burned, and he could easily escape, but he remained there without action. The man looked toward the crowd smiled.
"He is the devil! He should be vanquished!" screamed the crowd that gathered in front of the square around him. Him not responding to their torture made the mob even angrier. He didn't blame them; their anger was a fuel set by the devils around them. A priest walked forward toward the young man, holding a round silver tray with water in it. The priest continued to chant prayers upon the water. He stopped in front of the young man and sprinkled holy water on him. The priest looked at the young man to see if the devil in him would scream, but the only screams came from the other innocent people that were tied beside the young man.
"Please I am innocent. Please let me go. I am innocent!" An older man screamed at the priest. That man tried to loosen the ropes around him, but it was useless. The priest ignored him and continued to stare at the young man's eyes. The young man's blue eyes remained ice-cold as it stared back at the priest.
"May the Almighty have mercy upon your soul. But I doubt you will escape your fate, you are a devil indeed, you killed an innocent man today you vile creature." The priest whispered as he moved on to the rest of the men and women waiting to be burned alongside him. This was a burning, a punishment only suited for sinners. Screams raged all around him, more than 50 people were tied to be burned alongside him. Most of those people were tied to the stake for a crime they had not committed. The young man looked at the crowd then at the sky in question. "What is left to pray when in ignorance in your name let the innocent burn, is this what you have asked from me, my creator? But if I have disobeyed you today, I will ask for forgiveness. In silence, a prayer was sent toward heaven.
The young man looked away in silence, he knew he was guilty. As the Observer he was created with the task to follow the course of humanity and all the creations of the underworld that lived in this realm. It was never his duty to take sides. He was sent as a placeholder between the extinction of each kind, but never to take any sides. Nevertheless, this time he did take a side and he showed his weakness he consumed himself in a desire which was forbidden to him.
He kept his eyes open as the crowd continued to throw rocks at him. A hopeless hope still consumed his heart if there was ever a heart created in him. They say love can make you do anything, and his mistake was that he left his duty and lost himself to her. Strange love can be a form of a trail of faith. "Myra!" A scream escaped the mouth of the young man as flames began to engulf him.
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