"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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"to make a burnt offering the entire animal was burned on the altar, symbolizing total commitment or surrender to God"
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I glanced over at the barely lit sky and thought to myself how lucky I am to not be seen by any other person while my face was full of blood that dripped down onto my shirt, staining it a bright red colour. In a hurry, I desperately tried to make it back home before anyone could see me.
Images of her frail body struggling beneath me, as I almost stripped her of her soul without remorse were lingering to my thoughts, making me feel guilty for feasting on her. I wasn't certain if she even had enough blood left to survive. I stopped in my tracks, pondering if I should go back there and take her to the hospital or at least close the window or whatever I could do to help that damn girl.
"Stupid nun!" I mumbled to myself, annoyed at the thought of having to go back there to fix my mistakes. I didn't have much time left as the sun was on the verge of rising and I was already back home. What in the world was I supposed to do?! I stopped in my alley way and peered at my house, then at the bright rays of the Sun. They danced through the brilliant spectacle of red, pink and orange colours that took over the azure, but the second they touched my features, it flayed at my skin, making me wince in pain. This scene reminded me so much of her that night we first met.
I crouched down in an attempt to cover my face, a few tear drops shamelessly rolling down my cheeks. Perhaps it was the pain. Or maybe it was the guilt biting back at me. I sniffled while my head was hidden behind my hands, shielding me from the wrath of the burning Sun. "Or maybe I am shielding myself from the wrath of God. God who has forsaken me and cursed me to burn at the sight of Him. Maybe it wasn't the Sun burning me at all, but God Himself. The Light, Himself..." I thought to myself as I began to shake uncontrollably.
Just then, something forced me to get up and for a split second, I thought that for the first time, God showed me, a soulless demon, a bit of mercy. But to my disappointment, it was only my brother who had jerked me awake, demanding an explanation as to why I was balled up in our yard at the break of dawn instead of coming inside. "Are you insane?! You're going to burn alive, get your ass in the house right now!"
