There are reasons as to why eyes are the most beautiful and delicate part of the body, save for perhaps the brain.
There is a saying that eyes are the window to the soul, and this is true—if one is an empath, particularly good at reading un-existing emotions, or simply using science to find the answer.
Eyes are the window to the soul, and if you look closely enough, you might just be able to find the soul. It's not easy, though, and sometimes you have to dig it out to find it.
Which is exactly what Portman did.
Portman was an extremely religious man, he went to church three times a week, read a version of the bible that he had bought when he was child and dedicated himself to ever since, and he believed that good people went to heaven and dead people hell.
Portman's bible told a story of a witch-hunter that traveled around the world, riding it of evils and vengeful spirits who never got back their stolen happiness. Portman did not particularly notice this at the time he had bought it, and as a grown-up, he ignored all the indications that the spirits and ghosts were actually the victims and believed his own, bloodier version of the tale.
Portman's bible was the first book of a series named Edmund of Iees, a boy who had had his family killed by beasts and so trained under a sorcerer for a few years then headed on his way to his destiny and revenge. A typical fantasy novel, so to speak.
His family, seeing his sudden interest in Edmund of Iees, bought him the rest of the trilogy, which he read and disliked. Book two and three of Portman's bible depicted his hero, his Jesus, his messiah as a traitor, saving the spirits instead of banishing them.
Portman locked the books in his vault, which was where he kept things he wished to never see again, and forced his mind to block out those absolutely horrible memories of reading Edmund of Iees as traitor.
Later, when Portman grew up and became a grown-up working for a stationary-making company, he became increasingly curious and wondered as to why there were no such vengeful spirits or witches in his world. So, Portman decided, they must have become much more adapt at hiding themselves than in his bible.
So remembering the lines spoken on page 149 by the Sorcerer, he recalled: 'Eyes are the windows to the soul. Look through an eye, understand an eye, and you shall become untouchable.'
The first person he decided to purify was his colleague, a man named Richard Martin. He invited him to the pub after work, then insisted on buying extra drinks, before bringing him to his house.
Portman then bound him to a chair with a skipping rope he found somewhere in the house, and opened the man's eyelids.
Portman could see no emotion, no soul in the eye of Richard Martin, so he opened the eyelids further and was almost pressing out the eyeball when he stopped.
Why had it not accord to him before? It was all so simple.
Then he walked to the kitchen and brought back two tiny crooked fruit-sticks and stuck them through the sides of the eyelid and then together again, at the bottom of the eye. It would take a lot of patience to separate all the veins connecting the eyeball to the brain. That was no worry, for Portman had all the patience in the world.
It was early morning when Portman managed to take out one of Richard Martin's eyes.
It was green, and hidden in it signs of hazel and grey, all blending together in lines, perfectly arranged. It was beautiful. It was Richard Martin's eye.
Later, the Father said that he did not understand why such a lovely young man would've done such a hideous crime such as to take out one's eyes.
He himself, along with others, were found dead with an eye stabbed and the other taken out.
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