How wonderful it is that we created this land together.
Mine hands traced the lands and every grain of sand.
Your fingers guided every wave of the ocean and from that Khorras was woven.
And I said "Your eyes remind me of the sun" And you replied "Your eyes remind me of the moon."
But we knew we were the opposites of what our eyes conveyed. I wait for you in the sky as the sun. Hoping we meet as I dusk.
And do you hope to see me when we dawn? I give you my light so you could shine the night sky, but instead we bore shadows onto our land.
As I gave you moonlight so our people could see how beautiful the moon was, we bore shadows onto the land and they all fall asleep as you became your brighest.
And maybe someday someone will love you as the brightest one of the night sky. For now, my dearest Azazel, let me bathe you in my sunshine.
-The Lione
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Chapter: 14
Salvatory's point of view:
I write on my journal, it's currently 2pm and most of my daily tasks are done. 8 sinners in hell, 2 sent to heaven. The ratio of redeemed sinners is starting to pour wrinkles onto my forehead.
That kid who filters out the dead souls seem to always be sending me the irredeemable ones. Of course I will always be having sinners because I judge which level of hell they shall suffer. But perhaps it truly is just wishful thinking that I would encounter more redeemable sinners and misunderstood souls.
And right now I'm dealing with a morally troubled man. I can read his intentions, I see the sins he commited and I see his virtues.
"Lust, sloth, envy, wrath....."
This amount of deadly sins in his mind but I can't bring myself to deem him a sinner.
He helps his classmates with homework and was a student tutor to most of his classmates. He helped around the house and did almost every chore. He was always the top of his class. All of this seem to be pure intent yet he treats it as some sort of sociopathic behavior.
Indeed that he does fake his kindness, but when he isn't aware, he is a normal person.
I stood up from my chair and took my journal with me, my hands continued to write as I observed Zachary's unconscious body.
"Heavy breathing, sweating and high temperature. I managed to transform him back to normal after a decent interrogation. His demon was uncooperative but it seems like Zachary was semi-conscious and was fighting for control. It's decent because I can confirm that Zachary isn't fully unconscious during the possession and still has some form of control over his own body. The cons, using standard exorcism procedures will put him in pain as he feels what the demon feels."
I sigh as I circle around him. I'll keep him like this for now. I can't risk him being mobile when his demon can regain control again.
"He almost doubles in size when the demon takes over, it rips apart his clothes and I can see scars and stretch marks. I assume the stress marks formed after the demon altered his body, like his height and mass."
I place my hand on my chin as my eyes examined every corner of him to find anything out of the ordinary.
"His demon seems to be an emotional variant. There are multiple kinds of demons and this kind is the most unstable. Emotional variants will alter and destroy their host's emotional psyche and put them in life threatening situations where stable emotion is needed to make a life changing decision."
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