'If this how it feels to be cursed by your emotions and let others take advantage of it, then I'm good as doomed now.'
Especially, when this person is cursed by seven souls.
And until, the beast comes out, nothing would hold him back to let himself go, this time. And yet, the Son of Mary had never felt cursed until now. Trapped through seven demons that may be in control of his mind and body. Like Oppression. The red eyes was a sigh of it. Eyes of a beast with rage and ready to kill.
'Ehh, yeah. Exorcisms, you've done them far so many times, and you can't get'hem out of yourself!'
'Can't even save yourself, at this very moment.'
And with the blood you laid upon earth, and the very same was running out from his pierced palms, at this moment.
The very same as Jesus was staring at his own, with guilt as he sat down onto the bed, not caring about the shattered pieces of glasses of mirror throughtout the floor, after the confrontation with Oppression, earlier on. And lost through his own thoughts. Even, so. And even if he had to return back to the past, he'll do it over again.
And save Magdalene from her seven demons again, even if it would kill him, again. He'd do it without any hesitation, once more.
And hopefully, losing his own sanity against them. Cause each person or men had a limit to sacrifice.
And even if it came to love.
Right after he meet her ansd sealed the demons out of her through his body, only to be trapped for good, this time. For love after almost decades and five months to speak.
...
"Master! I heard a noise! What-" John had bursted inside of the room with Simon and James in alert mode when his dark eyes stared around the room , where shattered pieces of glasses were onto the floor, with horror.
And once at his long brown haired friend, who was sitting onto his bed quite froze by the action he'd just made right now and unheard.
His bleeding palms up to his sight.
And where his knuckles were bruised and his pierced palms were bleeding right now. The demons. They have come back now. And they enjoyed to torture him. His mind, however and yet, Jesus hasn't lost his humanity but faced the consecquences of his actions. Like he always had done from day one.
If so. Then, why did he looked so haunted? Probably because of an forbidden love. Probably. Hauntened love, had thought John.
"I'll get some sheets to stop the bleeding!"
"And make it fast, Simon!" James had rushed out as the two of them hurried out from the room, while John just stood into the room, with shock. I've wished I could take him off to a doctor if there was one to treat a man without suicide doubts-
"Drop it, John." Jesus dropped back without an instant which made the young man startle.
"Uh?"
"I'm not going out. I won't.." John just pressed his hand onto the troubled man's shoulder."Can't get out with them anyways. Probably that's how, Mary felt."
"How?"
"Feeling like a monster. Can't even get out of this place, either way.." Jesus cursed back through pain as he breathed through it. Close to feel disgusted of himself.
"But, you're not even a monster-"
"Aren't I?" He cut him off with a hard and troubled stare back at John."And then, why am I suffering when I shouldn't? Probably because of what I feel inside. maybe." He added back with these troubled hazelnut orbs up at him. Lucifer was testing him with these demons and without any force, he was doomed.
Being human sucks even. Having all these troubled feelings to endure could be life challenging and especially when you're suffocating the seven demons you've enhaled then from someone close, though.
Someone whom you've hold and loved to live for. And even, if the sacrifice was hard to swallow it. Even if it meant for love.
God or not. He was also human and sometimes, people seem to forget that point. And more ofthen as they should had.
And a normal human man had a heart which often came with feelings and mixed ones. Like love.
Love. A strong feeling that can often lose a man's sanity as they say or so. Just like the scars he caried for so long for so many people but this time was an hell of a worse.
Seven demons for one person who his own heart, couldn't return back to her, until that famous sacrifice he made for her to live. Mary Magdalene. Five months ago. His heart only longed for her, to that day.
Or maybe even before that.
And he sufferred because of that, today. And John, who stood close to helpless felt sad about it. Wished he could do something to soothe the pain away from his master and friend.
...
"Heck, he looks more troubled than last time." James had followed back after an hour when they've bandaged Jesus's joints and bleeding hole through his hand. Struggling to keep the blood away.
Keeping the demons coming out from his flesh. Unless, they afraid to confront them. Like that day, when they've been complete cowards up to him.
"Like? He always did looked troubled to any of us, from before." Simon had stated back. Always. Never had. Jesus had always knew to control his emotions and strength away until today. Now. It was more like Jekyll and Hyde thingy to endure today, ever since he saved Mary. Demons, he can't get rid off now.
Cause the demons were here to stay and through him, now.
"Unless, we could try and find Mary.."
"And then, what? Tell her that he is in complete delusional? Of his own emotions? How to tell that? That it had been her fault-"
"Don't blame her! Blame, Lilith!" John had bursted out with a shriek interrupting the men's fight, cause all the men had been doing was to fight and war started on and on now. And angered by the feelings he'd been carried ever since he let Christ come inside of his flat, wounded and damaged as he was today.
Damaged by people's own emontional demons.
"Don't blame him, but the demon whom put him through, like Lucifer and Lilith who decided to divide us deep down and create a war between us."
"John."
"Cause, if we can't walk hand onto hand, then who would? We need to show the people some strength, here! And Jesus, can't do it alone, now You know? And to see him sufferring, is already enough, don't you think?" His younger brother had stated so which made the men step back.
"Like Judas, predicated." Simon, the once zealot had followed back with guilt."Despite all the men, us here. We quite couldn't understand him, and still today-"
"It is only a matter of time. One day, men and women would reunite with peace. And Move on."
"What if they don't? What if they hate us, for good? Then, what? James?" John had stated almost hopeless right through his brother's answer.
...
"How does it feel? Son Of God, if you can call yourself like it?" Angered hazelnut eyes stared back at the mockery spirit here from his sitting position here onto the bed through hthe shadows.
When the spirit of an ex-angel into an expensive dark tuxedo, helding up a cigar up to his lips. Smirking over the pathetic figure of the Son of God here. Which made Jesus with rage at the sight of it.
"Do they hurt? The stigmata symbols? The ones you've been cursed since you've died on that goddamn cross, the one your heavenly father left you alone with it? When you've cried with pain?"
"Don't you had enough?-"
"Me? Look at yourself, idiot-"
"Aren't you annoyed?" Jesus challenged back with anoyance which made Lucifer snort here as the man here wasn't buying any of the crap, here.
"What?"
"By now? Aren't you annoyed? You've keep coming by to visit me to see if I've given up. Well, I'm sorry to tell you, that I'm not. And you're wasting your time with me, Lucifer." Jesus looked away with annoyance. Trying to not clutch over his bandaged fists. Blood stains through the bandaged fists. Because demons inside of him made him want to lose his mind. Less worse than being trapped into that damn hospital psychiatric ward and held up like a mummy. Lucifer groaned back at his answer.
"Well, at least you're less stupid than Gabriel, Yeshua. You know when limits had reached someone's head. You are smart. But I wonder if you were smart enough when it comes to love."
"I know what love is-" But Lucifer wasn't finished as he attacked him once again with a shake of head. With hatred.
"No, you don't. And until you know what it fully means, you won't be free from these demons you've cursed yourself with, to start, and if you wanna know the answers, ask your girlfriend Magdalene-"
"She isn't-"
"Please! I don't buy that crap! If so, then why, you've sacrificed yourself for her? But to be trapped with her demons this time? Answer me why? Why? You've volunteered yourself to be trapped with her past demons instead?"
'Because of the love you have for her, and yet, you can't let it go..'.Jesus thought back with shame. 'Don't let him know of the feelings you're screaming to tell. Better to die with your slence for Magdalene even if Lucifer can hear you and mock up at your face.'
"Let me tell you what i think, remember the greek mythology? Zeus, most powerful god, had many wives and many young children, and the worst of it. All of them hated him him because of their 't mattered if they were wise or intelligent, they were reminded of their father's mistakes. Of being unfaithfull. Just like your so-called father had been." Lucifer recalled back with anger despite the mockery laughter he spat back to the man. Which Jesus scoffed back at that thought.
"Don't laugh about it-"
"I'm not laughing at greek mythology, but at you. You're pathetic here to speak of, Lucifer. No better than ever, either to speak of.." Jesus snickered back at invisible ghost he was seeing now. The ghost and ex-angel that paled right here.
"Do you have anything else better to say, now?" He spat back when his stare meet back the man with the expensive tuxedo and cigar.
"Yes, I do. And a warning, for its majesty here..Your punishement would be love, and unless you're that stupid to refuse a woman's love, than you're worse than any human you call yourself to be. Unless, you've forgotten whom birthed you from the start. than you'd be worse than evil instead, Yeshua. Who is a worst scum to deny its own mother? You. You're a monster. That's what I'de be calling you instead if you don't know what love means.."
"Son Of A B-" Jesus really wished he could punch that angel's face with his injured and bloodstained and pierced fists at Lucifer's pretty confident face which held up a finger at his face, after he promised a curse onto the man here.
"Hold it here, buddy..Before you curse at me. Once you know what love truly means, call me. If you can't, then, you'll be trapped with these demons until the earth ends. By humans's fault. Not yours. Of course. After all, it's never your fault, but the humanity's. Never yours or your father's."
It is never your fault, after all. Since it's the people's fault. Never yours to beggin with. But still, a part of you is cursed by the people's fault. You've carried them onto heaven telling them they're forgiven, sinners or not. It's the same thing.
But still, Jesus felt like his was his fault here. And the scars marked onto his flesh had proved them. Carried the sins with him, until his death. But today, who would take notice? Men and women are at war, and its killing the humanity. Lucifer, trying to take the men side when Lilith was brainwashing the women with hatred and anger towards the men. Ano death would change a thing this time.
And yet, hs heart belonged to only person whom he held hard deep down with love. Magdalene. The best of the love he had. And still today-
"How romantic, you can be-"
"How about you get the hell out of my freaking mind, Lucifer?" The demon could read his mind and trace him way better than any GPS would. First Oppression had attacked him making him rage like a monster and now this pathetic loser.
"Alright, alright. Just to let you know this; You're just a hopeless man here, Jesus. Not god, and you weren't for the time you've thought back at that stupid cross. You weren't. Nobody deserved to live free without sins and tell you the truth, a few deserved to live with."
Jesus groaned back with disgust at that sentence when Lucifer wasn't over it.
"Let me remind you this, only ; Your punishement would be love, Jesus, and only a real man would know what love would mean unless he hasn't lost his mind." Hasn't he? And yet, his heart was trapped with love. Much as he curled into a ball through his bed.
And then, Lucifer disappeared from the picture, leaving the son of Mary, the Virgin alone with his thoughts. And cursed with seven demons.
But who said that people were born equal? Nobody has stated so.
And yet, love had never felt so stronger than ever.
And probably, that's how Jesus felt and stronger and ever, because of love and despite the people's unthinking mistakes, there was one woman's love he held on strong. Held his heart strong onto a love he couldn't never have. No wonder men lose theirs minds towards love often than women would.
Maybe, Lucifer was right. He was cursed by love now. As long his heart was beating throughtout these hopeless grounds, there was one woman would made him feel strong, today.
Which he held her name a secret and to which Lucifer had only known. Cursed, he may be, but it wasn't without a price and because of love.
Because, he fell in love just like any man would've had. Was he saint? Or a sinner? To fall in love, as a man?
Only God would know. If there was one to watch the dying earth. The place he did made was dying by the people he'd let made. And create was now falling.
"See ya, soon. Son of God, here..Hehee.." Had snorted Lucifer with a evil laughter. Leaving Jesus alone with anguish, here as he hadn't felt many years ago.
But hopeless when he had known his mission had failed here, and especially when the people here were against each other.
Women demanding changes when the men weren't having any of it, were tearing each other apart. Love was gone, unless, it could comeback as a miracle, if it could happen. Even to monsters it can happen, as they could redeem themselves through it.
Like him.
"You're a monster, Jesus. Don't forget that. Who can deny his own mother? The one who gave up anything to her child? And yet, you denied her? How cruel! You can be! No wonder, you ended up alone! As you should be!" Lucifer had accused him from deep of his mind who made him hate himself more than he should've.
And worse of it, it was that the demon was right. Much as he wanted to deny it,
"Remember the pain, you've put Magdalene with? The poor girl! She didn't deserved to be saved by a monster like you! She didn't! And yet, your heart is bad, Jesus. Never let yourself forget that! Never!" The ex-angel still spoke through his mind which made him shook his head and rub his forehead with exhaustion.
Like Lucifer told him, he was a monster. For leaving his people alone through evil's hands.
He was a monster for abondoned them after all that time.
...
Cursed was a big word from what Salome could know. Little spoiled princess, whom held a man and the most powerfull beast to haunt her mind until the end of of the time. Tempted, as a little rebellious woman when the king Herod who was once married to her mother had asked her to dance right through his tempted eyes.
Much like Agamanenon's pleasures, when he had been away at war, while Helen, his wife had stayed behind before she gotten hersrlf kidnapped by Paris. Throughtout Greece's Troy's soldiers.
Or the story was the other way, around.
Jezebel had told her to move on. What the past was can't go back to change it. It just can't. Sinners can't go back onto it. can't be forgiven now. Even with dead people onto its conscience.
And yet, there was a man who looked over at her as he had known the sins she had made, from many years ago.
Judas Iscariot.
A man whom had known better than anyone. He had sinned just like she had, and yet, he was still living around. Living with the sin he made, turning a friend over to the authorities.
And the same one whom had come out from being buried out throut ground, like a zombie.
And cursed because of a woman, he held himself to love. Until anyone would know he had loved.
Jesus managed to walk away with love, but not her.
Salome was cursed with her sins from her actions and still today, she was. After all, she did asked for John The Baptist's head and wondered, if his youngest cousin had hated her today. Lilith had told her to focus through the future, and not the past.
What would a man think of his cousin's bad choices if it weren't for the faults of a fallen fallen woman like her? Jesus forgave Magdalene, but would he forgave her as well? Salome wasn't so sure about it, if he had known the truth about it.
But the end of the world was approaching and the truth would, one day come out, and it would destroy him if he had known what she had known. Jesus was probably the known Messiah that everyone loved but John, the baptist? Lone gone and quite forgotten was always a reminder of the start, and how the story started before until it went out of control.
So, she had danced and danced until, this demon's head was cut off as she demanded, until today, it haunted her, forever. Had she regretted it? She had, so she had been born with a curse, until Judas had seen her with bright new eyes here. And without judgement, here. No, he wouldn't.
But Jesus? Would he be able to feel the same? Unless he had been betrayed by a woman, he loved. May not. But still.
Would he be able to forgive her? Salome wasn't so sure of it. And neither Judas would but still, he didn't looked up at her with a disgusted stare.
And yet, she looked so lost between two worlds, enable to choose what's between them. Men and women at war at each other's throats. Where was the love in all this?
How would Jesus even react if had known the truth? Think he'd hate her? Unless, he was like the other men here, afraid to get too close to women. They'd be beaten to death.
'Just like it almost happen to you once, had not your mother defended you, you would probably be dead by now.'
Of a murder you've ordered to happen, dear.
A murder that she had commited without any shame. A cold blooded murderer. A cold woman, almost close to that female demon Lilith. The very first person whom had understood her feelings and took her under her wing.
And trained her to kill men who gets closer to the women.
If there could be some peace offering, the war between humanity would be over. If love was between them. Even with a murder like her whom ordered to have the head of John on a silver plate, because of envy power and passion after that man had insulted her mother because of her sins.
"Don't feel ashamed of your emotions or actions, Salome. You did what you've had to. And it was to keep his mouth shut."
"By killing him in cold blood?"
"Well, that man had chose to let his words out towards your mother's doings, and you he would have gotten away by insulting your mother?" Lilith had dared her to ask which did shut the woman here in a instant. Close to scare her out. "John had no right to speak about your mother that way, and he deserved to die for his actions. Just like the women who were stoned to death for work, when they needed to survive and yet, men wouldn't allow it. So, you think, it was fair? Not all men deserved to be canonised for their actions, even if they believed to be good, with they weren't."
"No men controls a woman's mind or body. No men, Salome."
Unless guilt does.
And it marked right through Salome's mind, ever since now. Guilt was consuming her just like it had happened to Judas when he betrayed and sold his friend.
And when the world now endying because of people's fault. The innocent were the ones whom paid for the price of their hatred just as Lilith was leading the women to hate men as much like Lucifer was convincing the men to hate.
However, not all men had agreed to. Knowning they've begun the hatred towards the women.
And Salome wanted out of here and needed her stash, to escape the pain. But she couldn't be seen with men. She couldn't or else she'll die from Lilith's hands or Lucifer's. Women wouldn't go speecheless any longer as long they have the rigt to fight for what was right now and no man would ever fordid her from doing it the other way to speak of.
So, she needed to get out of here, before Lilith would get noticed of her sudden disappearence. Probably, to get someone's help.
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