Humans, were always so naïve and always will be. Many were ruthless, good-for-nothing, useless beings who ridicule themselves that they were in power of everything. However, in all sense there could be, they know nothing but create mistake for themselves as he believed no matter what you believe, the more you will burn in your due. In hell. Jisung knew that very well.
In 1838 where he was still human, no, he made no mistakes. Life on earth was already his own hell, accused of abomination for lying with another man, and witchcraft for questioning God’s orders. He was condemned to be hang. He suffered, he lost breath and strength until the last moment, but he never let it show. Accepting his fate with these naïve, useless beings; his features were cold, he gazed at each one below from where he was. In his fury cold eyes they were all impure, hypocrites.
They who spread the word of God to love one another, who taught children how to act proper, stay pure and indoors. They who once showed him hope, made him believe he was in the right place where he and his love could remain and be accepted as two people with a deep relationship. They said they cared, expressed worry, cried raw hot tears when his love fell sick with him. For the sake of his love’s health, hands trembling with regret, guilt, and anticipation for a loose bargain.
“Protect our lands, our children, and our women. Then shall we bring back the light in his eyes.”
They promised as he did, too. Eyes full of hope and love, he protected the lands, their village which soon saw other regions as war after war and another ended. Jisung had fought his dear life for all he could, just to protect the lands and his beloved.
Coming home was bliss, the highlight of his every day where he would sit for hours on end spending what could be the remaining days of his beloved, not too long as he brought home another victory, expanding their lands, conquered a neighboring land as theirs. Not too long he saw those who he pledged to protect in exchange of one’s life to be healthy—spread wild out, fire danced with the wind aggressively as they sang a death song, a cursed, directed to those who sin. His vision weren’t as far as being blinded by how simply enchanting the warm welcoming party for him and other. His vision would want to be impaled and exploded explicitly in front of them. Familiar eyes shot wide the same as their mouth, wide, wide, wide. The fire embraces the body he once beheld tenderly. The person who cared none for the world but to be collided with his, bring them along his journey. The one who begged for him to stay, to trust the people in their lands.
Not too long, reminiscing his memory of pure impoliteness, false hope, and their faces seemed to turn inside out from all the lies they bestow him. Names thrown his way like nothing ever mattered, like he was nothing to them. The lands he conquered, the war he won; tossed aside as they bid farewell to his being, spotlight and credit darted to someone they believe was God visiting from above.
He already asked himself if there were any truly pure human beings in the world. Someone worth protecting, someone who would be able to show him what the purest and most genuine feeling of what love was. Someone who came close to how he felt for his beloved. Someone who when committed a sin gracefully, and submissively admit it to him, kneeling for his mercy forgiveness. But he soon came to the conclusion that the heavens, if someone were to exist as so, kept it under lock and key made from the strongest minerals and materials in the whole universe, protected from everything, or even, as he soon concluded once more, no one as such exist. Jisung learned and remembered how the God’s followers’ were to those opposing of their beliefs. The sky and his beings are impure.
So, after spitting in the face of an archangel, in his final judgment, he went straight to hell, where as soon as he arrived, he was faced with one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The weather was hot, but it was comfortable, all in tones in red and orange, the fire spread in a large river. Blinding him quite so but his vision did not deter from all that he could see and hear. Rumbling thunder of fire, bubbling lava right beside him, screams of terror, pleading and cries of mercy and freedom. He recognized them as one in his ears, familiar to how he once did, how all because of one failure of his eyes landing in his beloved, one sensual touch and a sinful kiss graced by a man to his love. He remembers how similar to those screams were to his, much to his liking. He and they were considered sinners, some were truly while some the same as he; wronged in all aspects in the order of God, who has the most love for humans.
