Author's Note- I'm Christian and believe in God and Jesus so I guess it's fine for me to write this if all you others don't mind? Though I'll probably get myself sent to hell for this but all in God's work lol.

"A true friend of mankind whose heart has but once quivered in compassion over the sufferings of the people, will understand and forgive all the impassable alluvial filth in which they are submerged, and will be able to discover the diamonds in the filth." - Fyodor Dostoevsky, Orthodox Christian

Hours... no, days... It felt like days to him... the pain he endured, the agony he felt. The cruelty of his father's creation was like none other. Their greed, their anger, their wrath, their envy, and their fear. All these sins bestowed upon man with the gift of free will. And now that gift was unleashed upon him.

Publicly humiliated, rejected by those who once listened to his words and forced to taste his sweat covered in blood as the whips struck him on his back, those who had once believed in him. All of them, those who had once loved him and those who hated him, screaming, wishing for his suffering and death, believing the delusions told to them by those holding power.

Despite the suffering they gave him, Jesus understood their reasoning. He knows their wrong doing isn't driven by pure hate. He knows that there is still good in each and everyone of their hearts, only, that good is silenced under the screams of hatred and temptation by their minds. One of the greatest gifts his father had given them, corrupted by the fallen angel Satan, who to this day, continued to remain stubborn and unmoving.

Good and Evil... a concept created by his father, yet, Jesus knew very well Good and Evil were really just words used to describe the complexity of this strange existence his father had created.

The feeling of the rusted metal of the nails pierced into his hands and feet felt numb and unclean, the microscopic bacteria lingering around his wounds, ready to invade his weakened human system. To eat and infect his already dying body, serving their purpose in this world.

Gritting his teeth from the pain, Jesus weakly looked up in the sky, feeling the pained gaze his father showed him from his kingdom in heaven. Then his father turned, unable to watch as his son suffered on the cross. Unable to watch the event he had put his own son up to. Once upon a time back in heaven, when his father had told him of his plans, Jesus had felt scared. All his existence, he grew up in a perfect heaven hidden from sin. But when his father had told him of his plan to momentarily free a world of sin from their constant sin by sending him into a world bathed in cruelty, he felt fear in all of his glorious life.

His innocence was taken away the day he was born in this world, an innocence he once cherished and took for granted.

His life flashed before his eyes as his body weakened. He remembered his childhood, how he grew up different from the other kids. Born in a child's body with an immortal's thoughts. He remembered envying the playing children, wishing he could've experienced that naivety and friendship they had with an immature mind. He wished he could've played with them, rough housed with his closest friends, teased each other in a friendly mockery, maybe even have fallen in love.

But with the incoming future looming in the horizon of his mind, Jesus had no time to enjoy the world of his father's creation. So everyday, he remembered preaching and exchanging thoughts with the local philosophers. Helping out the needy and spreading the culture of good he experienced growing up in Heaven.

There were those who readily accepted him, and those who refused to acknowledge eternal peace and love. He remembered keeping to himself his confusion. Why? Why didn't they want a culture of peace? Everyday, they complained about how unlucky they were and how unjust the world was with them. They complained and cursed his father and the people around them. Yet, they chose not to love. Even when it was given to them, they refused it and complained how nobody would offer them love, and because of that, they curse the world around them.

Jesus couldn't understand them, he was conflicted. He understood why his father wanted to save these people, but why? Why help them when they don't even want to help themselves? When they'd rather complain and have everything handed to them than work honestly like those few around them? He questioned his father's reasonings in the sanctuary of his mind, where he knew his father wouldn't look into because of the childlike trust he had in him.

But as he continued to grow, he finally began to understand his father's reasoning. Why he rarely intervened in this cruel world. Jesus' sheltered mind was opened to the reality, and instead of letting it break him, he's learned to embrace and appreciate it for it's beautiful, yet cruel existence.

As he pondered, Jesus remembered his friend, Judas Iscariot. The friend who had betrayed him. Jesus knew Judas had committed suicide right after the goodness of his heart realized the wrong he had done. However, his guilt had gotten the best of him and had caused him to take his life because of him.

At the thought of his troubled friend who now suffers an eternal torment of his mind's conscience of guilt, a dream he believed to be hell where he was eternally tortured when in reality, it was just a prison of his spirit's mind, with Satan showing him all of his sins and regrets, forcing him to relieve those days over and over again.

If only he knew... that if he could find it somewhere in his guilt-ridden heart to forgive himself, his father would readily accept him back into his arms... if he could only find it in himself to forgive himself...

Thinking about Judas made Jesus remember his other friends; Peter, Matthew, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Alpheus' son James, Thomas, Simon, Jude, and Matthias. They were everything somebody like him could ask for, a friend, a student, family and not to their knowledge, they were like teachers to him too. Simple humans not blessed with the divine yet, when given the chance, a simple fisherman, farmer, a man with a history of sin... are capable of so much good if they were given the chance to do so. These simple humans had thought Jesus, the son of God, what it was like to be humble, their hungry desire for a better world, a thirst for knowledge in the divine and spirit, and how that would help them further spread the good in the sin-driven world they were born with. These simple people, miniscule in the vast size of existence, had taught him so much, as much as he had taught them.

Though they were imperfect, in comparison to the whole universe, they were still young and ignorant. They had much much more to learn.

As Jesus reflected in his mind, he heard the sounds of weeps below his bloodied feet. Weakly, he glanced down at them, seeing a group of covered figures kneel at his feet as they cry tears of grief.

Looking around, only a few dozen people remained standing around watching the three crucified men die as the afternoon sun shined a grim orange down on them. Weeping at the foot of the Cross, was none other than Jesus's friend John, his mother Mary, Mary's sister, Salome, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. They would have rather been at any other place, but they chose to be at the foot of the Cross.

Jesus listened to them weep one last time, feeling his eyes fill up with tears as he shared with them their grief.

"Soon, I'll be back..." Jesus thought in his mind as he began to feel his spirit move away from his dying body.

Feeling the blood slowly flow out of his body, weakly, he looked up at the sky with the last of his strength calling out to his father as he felt death grip his heart- "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do" He cried, gaining the attention of the people weeping at his feet who began to cry even more. He then turned to the thief to his right who had asked for forgiveness. "Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise."

With his last breath, he cried out to the sky- "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!"

Then as his life flashed before his eyes, thunder rumbled in the sky and the ground shook with fury. The son of Christ has died for humanity's sin.

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New Awakening; Revelation 1

Jesus opened his eyes to be greeted by a strange sight in front of him, he had expected to awake in his father's heaven, but instead saw several hooded men standing in front of him huddled in a group, their faces held looks of joy as they stared at him in awe, looking pleased with themselves.

He looked down at himself, expecting to see his naked body covered with blood only to find to his surprise the clothes he usually wore covered his body. It was the usual white robe he wore around Israel, with a long red blanket slung over his shoulder. On his feet were his leather sandals, a gift to him by Mary.

Before Jesus could say anything from confusion, the leader of the hooded figures stepped forward. "Fantastic! The summoning was a success," the man proudly announced. The several other cloaked figures wearing hoods stood silently behind him as Jesus stared at them with confusion.

Jesus heard a groan coming from his side and he turned to see three young boys no doubt in their teens laying on the ground dazed. They groaned as they stood up, rubbing their heads and their sides as they took in their surroundings. Despite their different colored hair, Jesus took note that the features of their face weren't anything like the Jewish people, instead they appeared to be young Asian boys, one of God's other people.

The man in front of the other cloaked figures continued. "Please oh brave heroes, our world is in dire need of saving! I'm terribly sorry if we have frightened any of you but our world is in need of your help. We used an ancient ritual which is used to summon you four, the cardinal heroes of legend. Our world needs you brave heroes, as great evil is upon us," He finally finished and waited for their response.

Jesus simply stared at the man with confused eyes, while the other three young men finally stood up and dusted themselves, fixing their positions and standing up straight as they straightened out their expressions.

The tallest of them spoke up first, a blond Asian with a ponytail and red eyes, on one hand he held a long silver spear that seemed to glimmer under the dull rays of the sun that barely illuminated the room they were in. "You can forget it," He says bluntly.

The one with the bow, the other young green haired Asian boy, spoke. "I also refuse myself."

"You brought us here without our consent, don't you feel the least guilty about that?" The one with the sword and black hair said.

"Not to mention, if you throw us out as soon as we restore peace we would've done all that work for nothing," the bow guy added.

"How willing are you going to accommodate our requests?" The spear guy asked.

As the three young boys greedily made demands, Jesus finally took notice of a strange object attached to his right arm. He raised a hand to try to push it off, only to see that it wouldn't budge.

"Good sirs before I say anymore, we would like you to have an audience with the king of Melromarc. You can negotiate your demands with him directly, so please," The robed man in the front gestures for them to follow, he leaves the room towards some staircases followed by the other robe men. The three teenagers shortly follow after them, talking excitedly among themselves.

Jesus simply stared after them, confused. Did his father have more plans for him?

The young green haired boy stopped halfway up the stairs to look back at him with a frown. "Aren't you going to come? You seem- quiet..."

Jesus simply stared after him, his expression unshifting as he quietly followed them up the stairs. Only time would answer his questions...

Author's Note- I added some depth into Jesus's thoughts and did some deep spiritual thinking and soul searching in the best way to see into Jesus's thoughts without sounding too complicated and OOC. I want to tackle the concept of good and evil and hell later on in the story and I'm still finding out the best scenario to have those themes play out on in this story. I'm getting a lot of reviews and I want to reply to some of the long ones, so sorry if I respond 2-3 weeks late from when you had posted it, I'm busy right now with midterms and cramming math assignments and it's driving my brain mad. I hope to publish the 3rd chapter around mid-end of February just around Mid-Winter Break, so hopefully I can dish that one out around that time. Anyways, thanks for reading and can we get an Amen!