The beginning of this story went like this.
When God’s ssenger appeared before the Pastor Flora and her believers, they imdiately arrested the ssenger and escorted her before the lake where the blood sacrifice was perford.
All around was a dim grey, and aside from the torches, there was no light; even the lake water seed pitch black.
"Are you truly going to put on trial?"
asked the ssenger.
The answer was so obvious; the primordial Pastor wouldn’t allow the ssenger to undermine the dominance of the Primordial Church. The object of their long striving was within reach, at their fingertips.
Thus, the Pastor said,
"I must judge you, for you have defied God’s will."
She would judge God’s ssenger.
"Will you put on trial in the na of God?"
the ssenger asked again.
"Exactly so, your blasphemy is like that of the harlot on the earth. The so-called ’divine ssage’ you preach contradicts our Scriptures, clearly revealing your deception. You have disturbed our Church, leading them away from the truth. Such a charge has already dood you to wail in Hell for eternity."
The Pastor proclaid before the congregation, her voice resonant.
The believers humbly bowed their heads, their every action naturally flowing, just as the ssenger’s fate was determined.
Yet the ssenger said:
"In ancient tis, legend has it that the Angel Maisy ca down to earth, where he went through much that not even the boldest of n could dare to imagine.
The Angel Maisy incarnated as Basel, a poet and the son of a prostitute, a kind man who did not wish to see the Three-eyed Ape People enslaved.
The reigning King and Prince then declared ’They are not children of God’—what a horrifying statent, sentencing the fate of the Three-eyed Ape People to slavery. Maisy was astonished, yet still willing to believe in humanity. He defended them before the King, only to be t with execution.
He prayed to God with tears many tis, and although people saw, they still chose to execute him.
So he fell silent. His written defense on the wall was so powerful, but he knew that no matter what, no one would read it.
He was taken away, and when the King finally interrogated him, he remained silent. People threw stones at him, yet he did not speak.
Until the end, he said, ’God, have rcy on .’
The Pastor, upon hearing this, sneered repeatedly and said:
"Do you an to say, you are another Maisy?
Do you think we will believe your words?
Maisy never claid himself to be an angel, yet you presu to be the ssenger."
The ssenger retorted:
"Have you not considered, I might truly be Maisy?"
The Pastor replied:
"There is only one Maisy, and you are not as innocent as he."
By the lakeside, believers nodded in agreent, their minds alight with the Pastor’s convincing words.
Everything they were to do was written in the Scriptures, and now this girl claid to be God’s ssenger, hindering them. How could God let such a contradiction happen? The Scriptures cannot be wrong, so it must be her who is mistaken.
The Pastor took a step forward and questioned the ssenger:
"Do you see this desolate sepulchre? Moss covers everything here; can you turn this moss into wheat? If you make this happen, under such a miracle, we would prostrate before you."
The ssenger responded without haste:
"No, I will not do that.
Even if I did, you would not kneel."
Those believers who sympathized with the ssenger shook their heads and sighed, their conviction now set that this person did not perform miracles and could not be God’s ssenger.
"I also know you will not do so because you are nothing but a false ssenger. In this world, miracles, prophecies, and ssengers form the foundation of faith. You claim to be the ssenger, yet without prophecy or miracles. You rely use the legends of the past to frighten and doubt us, aiming to bewitch others for your purposes, just like the harlot on the earth."
so said the Pastor.
Above the lake was nothing but darkness, even underground, where the sun’s rays from the earth couldn’t reach, it was always pitch black.
"I have not bewitched you; everything I have said is true."
the ssenger shook her head.
"That’s because you have deceived yourself first. You are adept in the tactic of first deceiving oneself to deceive others, so cunning."
The Pastor paused for a mont, stating from a position of superiority:
"Even now, you remain so proud and resolute, as if you truly are the ssenger. But we shall no longer be fooled by you; the prophecy lies before us, and we act upon God’s will."
Once more the ssenger said:
"Those who executed Maisy also acted in God’s na."
And the Pastor spoke again:
"Maisy would not proclaim himself to be an angel."
Slowly, the ssenger said:
"For many years, people have been asking why Maisy did not claim to be an Angel.
After Maisy was executed, so grieved and prayed to God, kneeling at the foot of the high mountain, saying:
’God, if we had known he was an Angel, we surely would not have killed him!’"
When the Envoy reached this point, he paused before continuing:
"Now I stand before you to say, I am God’s ssenger. Will you still judge ?"
In the dim light, all eyes were fixed on the Envoy. The Believers had their hands clasped together, and the Pastor looked down upon the Envoy, words of rebuttal at the ready.
But the Envoy spoke before them:
"Yes, you will.
It is your will."
The Pastor gripped the Scepter tightly and let out a cold laugh:
"It is also God’s will.
False ssenger, what else do you want to ’persuade’ us with? How much more speech do you have to bewitch us?"
The Envoy looked around. The Believers in attendance were completely convinced by the Pastor’s words. Those who had wavered now stood firmly back within the Primordial Church.
The Envoy sighed softly and said,
"Do not think that I’m persuading you.
Apart from God, no one can persuade you.
I want you to understand what exactly you are doing."
The Pastor shouted furiously:
"Enough, drop your pretense of sincerity. We are far clearer than you.
We serve devoutly, chanting Scriptures day and night; do you, a stranger with unknown origins, know better than us?"
The Envoy simply asked:
"What if you are blindly following?
In this regard, there is no difference between a crowd and a flock."
The Envoy’s words made sense, but the people present were not convinced by her. They believed in the Pastor’s words. They were the flock, and both the Envoy and Pastor were Shepherds. Who to follow to the right path, the flock did not know themselves.
How many Shepherds had given up nearly everything for the happiness of the people, and the reason the Pastor was antagonistic towards the Envoy was because, now, there could be only one Shepherd.
At the end of this story, the Pastor was even more enraged, loudly denouncing the Envoy and issuing a venomous curse upon her.
Even if her words had many faults, it was of no consequence. From the mont the Envoy was brought here, the outco had been predetermined. Everyone knew this; no matter what was said, it was all in vain.
Future generations reading this story will realize its strangeness, just as it is inconceivable that people would execute Maisy.
Angels ca, did not say they were Angels, then were executed. ssengers ca, declared they were ssengers, and still were to be executed... People once said, ’If we had known he was an Angel, we would not have killed him!’
But now, what can people say in defense of the past?
The Envoy accepted their judgnt with composure. She had said enough, there was no need for further words. The guards led her, binding her hands, making her kneel before the lake of the ritual.
The Envoy’s final statent went:
"I have seen the beauty of Heaven above the Cloud Sea,
and I have heard the people of the Prehistoric Era tell the tales of yesterday.
The glory of God on his throne, forever...
and now, it is ti to hand over to your judgnt."
The Pastor personally drew the sharp dagger, and the ritual was about to begin. The Pastor was about to personally draw blood from the Envoy as a sacrifice.
The Believers who had co to be sacrificed also knelt down in unison, their deanors devout, without the slightest hesitation between their brows. In the darkness, everyone was chanting Scriptures.
The Envoy looked up, seeing endless darkness, with only the earnest and zealous prayers in her ears.
Even Lake Heart Island was subrged in pitch black.
A sharp pain pulsed from her wrist.
She bowed her head, and in the murky lake, blood flowed from the shore, the grand sacrifice beginning amidst the chanting of Scriptures.
Even as the blood rged with it, the lake water remained cold and silent for ages; the firelight had gone out, and a boundless darkness spread.
The breath of the primordial began to diffuse from Lake Heart Island. The chanting of Scriptures ceased, and at that mont, all was silent, with only the sll of blood in the air.
This Chaos and darkness, it was as if creation had not begun, with only the vast expanse of nothingness.
However, however...
"’In the beginning,
heaven and earth were separated in darkness,’"
In the silent darkness, only the Envoy’s voice could be heard,
"’And thus,
God descended upon an era when all things in the world were yet unnad.’"
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