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imagine,” said Lorenz.
“Look at you now. You’ve got fangs and you smell like a mixture of rat urine and blood,” said Lorenz.
“Ah, Lorenz. You haven’t changed; always stating the obvious,” said Victor. They heard footsteps coming towards the cell.
Lorenz vanished as four prison guards arrived at the cell. They were young recruits that recently completed Vampirol Constabulary Academy.
“Which one is it?” said the oldest one at the top of his voice as he opened the cell door.
Cyril woke up. Johnson curled back in his fetal position. The young guards rushed into the cell and pulled out their batons. Cyril jumped up and one of the guards hit Cyril across the face knocking him out.
“Idiot,” said the guard who knocked Cyril out. They laughed.
They pulled Victor to his feet.
“We heard about the stunt you pulled in court today,” said one of the guards as he jammed the baton in Victor’s stomach.
Victor buckled at his waist.
“Not good. Not good,” said another guard who hit Victor across his back with another baton.
Victor fell to the floor. They picked him up. Johnson did not stir.
Victor could barely stand. The guard that hit him in the stomach held Victor’s face in his hand. The same guard leaned his face close to Victor’s. The guard was so close that Victor could feel his blood breath.
“You might as well get used to this,” said the guard. The others laughed. “Yep,” said another one.
Victor spoke.
“Judging from the unqualified that works for him, I see why the coup failed.”
The prison guard steamed in anger. He turned away from Victor stepped back and instantly swung his baton cracking Victor’s jaw. Victor’s gray blood flashed on the other guards and the stone cell wall. Victor dropped to the floor as blood oozed from his face. The guards took turn giving him a kick in his stomach.
They filed out of the cell, closed the door and laughed among themselves as they walked away. Victor was awake but in serious pain. Cyril was still unconscious.
With the guards out of sight, Lorenz reappeared.
“Great timing,” mumbled Victor. “You could have come just a tad bit earlier.”
“I wish I could but I can’t let them see me. It’s for your sake,” said Lorenz.
Lorenz bent down and helped Victor who propped himself against the cell wall near where his blood decorated it in strie fashion.
“I am tired,” said Victor.
“I figured as much. You know you don’t have to go through this anymore,” said Lorenz.
“What? Am I supposed to waltz back into heaven and say ‘Hey God sorry about the revolution thing. I’m back.’” Victor’s head was splitting in two with pain.
“Well yes and no. Yes you can ask forgiveness. Yes you can be forgiven, but no, you can’t just get back to heaven so easily,” said Lorenz. “There are consequences Adonari, consequences.”
“We’ll I am sorry and I do want forgiveness.” As the words left Victor’s lips, he felt a change in his heart. The feeling overwhelmed him as tears choked up inside of him. They had to come out. He felt such a flood of forgiveness and love sweep over his soul like a fresh cool spring on a sunshiny day. He felt a peace that was beyond understanding; a joy that bubbled up in his soul as he thought back to his existence in heaven. His heart was broken and before this moment, he had felt abandoned, thrown away, and left for dead. In that moment the tears streamed on his face making streaks on his gray bloody face. The spirit of the Almighty whispered in his heart.
“As long as there is life, there is hope, Adonari. I have been waiting for you with an everlasting love and I longed for this day more than you can imagine.”
For Victor, in that moment, everything disappeared; the cold cell, Cyril, Johnson, the guards, the mountain cave, his pain and agony. In that moment he became one again with The Almighty. He did not find God in that moment of forgiveness because God was never lost. What he found
“Look at you now. You’ve got fangs and you smell like a mixture of rat urine and blood,” said Lorenz.
“Ah, Lorenz. You haven’t changed; always stating the obvious,” said Victor. They heard footsteps coming towards the cell.
Lorenz vanished as four prison guards arrived at the cell. They were young recruits that recently completed Vampirol Constabulary Academy.
“Which one is it?” said the oldest one at the top of his voice as he opened the cell door.
Cyril woke up. Johnson curled back in his fetal position. The young guards rushed into the cell and pulled out their batons. Cyril jumped up and one of the guards hit Cyril across the face knocking him out.
“Idiot,” said the guard who knocked Cyril out. They laughed.
They pulled Victor to his feet.
“We heard about the stunt you pulled in court today,” said one of the guards as he jammed the baton in Victor’s stomach.
Victor buckled at his waist.
“Not good. Not good,” said another guard who hit Victor across his back with another baton.
Victor fell to the floor. They picked him up. Johnson did not stir.
Victor could barely stand. The guard that hit him in the stomach held Victor’s face in his hand. The same guard leaned his face close to Victor’s. The guard was so close that Victor could feel his blood breath.
“You might as well get used to this,” said the guard. The others laughed. “Yep,” said another one.
Victor spoke.
“Judging from the unqualified that works for him, I see why the coup failed.”
The prison guard steamed in anger. He turned away from Victor stepped back and instantly swung his baton cracking Victor’s jaw. Victor’s gray blood flashed on the other guards and the stone cell wall. Victor dropped to the floor as blood oozed from his face. The guards took turn giving him a kick in his stomach.
They filed out of the cell, closed the door and laughed among themselves as they walked away. Victor was awake but in serious pain. Cyril was still unconscious.
With the guards out of sight, Lorenz reappeared.
“Great timing,” mumbled Victor. “You could have come just a tad bit earlier.”
“I wish I could but I can’t let them see me. It’s for your sake,” said Lorenz.
Lorenz bent down and helped Victor who propped himself against the cell wall near where his blood decorated it in strie fashion.
“I am tired,” said Victor.
“I figured as much. You know you don’t have to go through this anymore,” said Lorenz.
“What? Am I supposed to waltz back into heaven and say ‘Hey God sorry about the revolution thing. I’m back.’” Victor’s head was splitting in two with pain.
“Well yes and no. Yes you can ask forgiveness. Yes you can be forgiven, but no, you can’t just get back to heaven so easily,” said Lorenz. “There are consequences Adonari, consequences.”
“We’ll I am sorry and I do want forgiveness.” As the words left Victor’s lips, he felt a change in his heart. The feeling overwhelmed him as tears choked up inside of him. They had to come out. He felt such a flood of forgiveness and love sweep over his soul like a fresh cool spring on a sunshiny day. He felt a peace that was beyond understanding; a joy that bubbled up in his soul as he thought back to his existence in heaven. His heart was broken and before this moment, he had felt abandoned, thrown away, and left for dead. In that moment the tears streamed on his face making streaks on his gray bloody face. The spirit of the Almighty whispered in his heart.
“As long as there is life, there is hope, Adonari. I have been waiting for you with an everlasting love and I longed for this day more than you can imagine.”
For Victor, in that moment, everything disappeared; the cold cell, Cyril, Johnson, the guards, the mountain cave, his pain and agony. In that moment he became one again with The Almighty. He did not find God in that moment of forgiveness because God was never lost. What he found
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