There were many hundreds of them sitting quietly in a long and dark wooden pews with their heads bowed in deep and silent reverence.

I saw frail old women wearing thin black veils covering their gray hair, and they were holding small wooden prayer beads in their trembling and fragile hands.

I saw young, weary fathers sitting very closely with their small children, and their faces were entirely soft and completely exposed in their private moments of vulnerable and desperate prayer.

I looked at all of these peaceful people, and I tried very hard to summon the deep and burning hatred we had carefully nurtured in the dark and smoky apartment of Wiff.

I wanted to feel the angry fire of our shared prejudice, but something felt very wrong and very heavy deep inside my chest.

A strange and tight knot began to form slowly in the pit of my stomach.

It was absolutely not guilt, and it was certainly not remorse for what we were about to do.

It was rather a deep and primal instinct warning my physical body of an approaching and unseen danger.

I glanced quickly to my left side and saw Wissiff walking with his usual stiff and highly arrogant posture.

His dark and unblinking eyes were fixed straight ahead toward the distant altar, and his jaw was clenched tight with cruel determination.

The bee was walking heavily on my right side, and I could clearly hear his deep and ragged breathing over the soft and gentle murmurss of the praying congregation.

Farrid was walking very close behind me, and I could sense that his footsteps were slightly uneven and terribly hesitant, as if his young mind was finally realizing the gravity of our dark mission.

We began to walk together down the wide and long center aisle that led directly to the main altar at the very front of the massive building.

Every single step I took felt unnaturally loud and completely disruptive in that sacred and fragile silence.

The hard leather saws of my dark shoes clicked sharply against the smooth marble floor, and the harsh sound seemed to bounce aggressively off the high vaulted walls, and returned to my ears like a physical blow.

The physical distance to the altar was perhaps 50 yards in reality, but it felt exactly like an endless and grueling journey through a very thick and invisible liquid that was trying to hold us back.

As we moved deeper and deeper into the heart of the church, the collective and silent presence of the praying people created a tangible and heavy pressure in the air around us.

It was a profound silence that was not empty or dead, but rather full of a heavy and intensely expectant spiritual energy.

I could see the old and frail priest standing at the very front near a large and beautifully carved wooden table that was covered with a crisp and perfectly clean white cloth.

He was speaking very softly and rhythmically in a language I recognized, but totally refused to respect or understand.

His voice was a gentle and soothing murmur that carried effortlessly to the very back of the huge and echoing room.

Behind him, mounted high on the cold stone wall, was the ultimate object of our deep anger and our dark and wicked mission.

It was a large and simple wooden cross, holding the deeply carved figure of the man they called the son of God.

We were getting closer and closer with every single passing second, and my anxiety was growing rapidly.

My heart began to hammer violently against my ribs like a trapped and terrified animal, desperate to escape from a burning cage.

My palms were incredibly sweaty and cold, and I had to wipe them secretly and quickly against the coarse fabric of my dark jacket to maintain my grip.

I tried repeatedly to tell my own mind that this was just a simple building made of stone and glass.

And these were just foolish and weak people worshiping entirely empty traditions.

I raised my right arm slowly and very deliberately toward the wall.

The invisible air immediately around my body felt suddenly freezing cold and incredibly thick like deep and dark water pulling me under.

I could clearly hear the sharp and sudden intake of breath from the hundreds of shocked people sitting directly behind us.

The entire massive church went completely dead and terrifyingly silent as every single person realized exactly what wicked act we were about to commit.

Whiss moved quickly to my left side, and the bee stepped heavily up to my right to help me pull the large and heavy wood from the ancient stone wall.

I extended my trembling fingers outward toward the polished surface.

I pushed all of my deep and bitter hatred and all of my arrogant and foolish pride into that single and violent physical movement.

I closed the final few inches of empty space between my reaching hand and the base of the cross.

My sweaty fingertips finally made direct contact with the cold and smooth surface of the dark wood.

In that exact and microscopic fraction of a second, my entire physical and mental world was completely and violently shattered.

There was absolutely no physical explosion, and there was no visible flash of lightning in the room, but the unseen impact was far more devastating than a fastmoving train hitting me squarely in the center of my chest.

A massive and completely crushing pressure instantly materialized deep inside my fragile lungs.

It felt exactly as if a giant and invisible hand of solid iron had wrapped entirely around my torso and squeezed inward with an unbearable and terrifying force.

All the precious air was violently and instantly forced out of my body in a single and pathetic involuntary gasp.

The physical strength in my tense arms and legs completely vanished in a millisecond, leaving me entirely hollow and weak.

My solid bones felt like they had instantly turned into weak and flowing water.

I could not stand on my feet for even a fraction of a second longer.

I could not fight back against the massive weight.

I could not even produce a single simple sound from my throat to express the absolute and primal terror that was rapidly tearing through my shattered mind.

I collapsed violently forward, and my weak knees hit the hard and unforgiving marble floor with a sickening and heavy thud that I felt deeply in my bones, but barely heard with my ringing ears.

At the exact same terrifying moment, I heard the heavy and lifeless bodies of Wissiff Nabi, and Farid crashing down onto the cold stone floor right next to me.

The invisible and mighty force had struck all four of us simultaneously with absolute and terrifying precision.

I was lying completely flat on my stomach with my sweating face pressed hard against the freezing and polished marble floor.

The crushing and relentless weight on my back and my chest was completely unbearable and increasing by the second.

It was pinning my body down so fiercely and so perfectly that I could not expand my burning lungs to take even a tiny and desperate sip of necessary air.

My blurred vision began to narrow rapidly into a dark and terrifying tunnel of panic.

I saw bright and painful flashes of pure white light bursting violently behind my tightly closed eyelids.

The actual physical pain in my chest was immense and sharp, but the psychological and spiritual horror of that exact moment was infinitely worse than any bodily injury.

I realized in that suffocating and absolute darkness that I had directly and foolishly challenged a living and breathing power that was entirely beyond any human comprehension or control.

This was absolutely not a silly ancient myth, and this was certainly not an empty and powerless religious tradition, as we had arrogantly believed in Wisef’s apartment.

This was a raw and absolute divine authority that possessed the ultimate power to extinguish my small and arrogant life in a single and effortless heartbeat.

I heard the sudden and chaotic eruption of mass panic from the large congregation standing behind us in the pews.

Many people were screaming loudly and crying out in deep traumatic shock and terrible fear.

At the sight of four men suddenly dropping completely paralyzed at the altar.

I heard the frantic and echoing shuffling of hundreds of hard shoes against the stone floor as people stood up in massive and uncontrolled confusion.

Some frantic voices were shouting desperately for medical help, and others were crying out loud in fervent prayers to their god for protection from whatever invisible force had just struck the altar.

I lay there completely and utterly paralyzed and entirely helpless to defend myself or comfort my terrified friends.

I was a proud and violently arrogant man who had walked proudly into this building with the firm intention to destroy and conquer.

And now I was absolutely nothing more than a broken and terrified creature desperately gasping for a breath of air I simply could not take.

The overwhelming and heavy spiritual presence in that sacred space was infinitely holy and absolutely pure and completely terrifying to my dark and sinful heart.

It violently exposed every single wicked thought and every bitter and hateful motive I had carried so proudly into that building.

I felt completely stripped naked and entirely condemned by a silent and perfect judge who needed absolutely no spoken words to pass a devastating and final sentence upon my life.

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I truly thought I was going to die a miserable and pathetic death right there on the cold marble floor of St.

Michael Church in front of all those innocent people.

I truly and deeply believed my racing heart would simply stop beating under that massive and invisible spiritual weight that was crushing my spine.

I waited in pure terror for the final and silent darkness to completely consume my failing mind.

I waited agonizingly for the ultimate and eternal punishment.

I absolutely knew I deserved for my extreme arrogance and my aggressive and violent hatred toward a god I did not know.

But the absolute darkness did not take my life, and my panicked heart continued to beat weakly and rapidly against the cold and hard stone.

We were completely and entirely trapped in a supernatural and divine hold that sternly refused to let us move a single inch and strictly refused to let us breathe properly.

We are four completely broken and defeated men, permanently pinned to the holy ground by the undeniable and terrifying power of the very cross we had so foolishly tried to steal.

I lay there completely trapped against the freezing marble floor and listened to the absolute chaos erupting all around me.

The massive church was filled with the echoing sounds of sheer panic and deep terror.

People were screaming and rushing desperately toward the heavy wooden exits in the back.

Some were crying out loud and begging their god to protect them from the sudden and terrifying event unfolding at the altar.

Through all of this incredible and deafening noise, I heard a completely different sound that made no logical sense to my panicked mind.

I heard the slow and very deliberate sound of soft leather shoes walking calmly across the smooth stone floor directly toward us.

It was the old and frail priest.

He did not run away in fear, and he did not shout for the armed guards to come and arrest us.

He moved with a profound and steady sense of deep peace that completely defied the terrifying and chaotic situation.

I could only see his dark shoes and the bottom edge of his long white robe because my face was still pinned fiercely to the ground by the crushing and invisible weight.

He stepped very carefully and respectfully around the paralyzed and twitching bodies of Whiss and Nabi.

He did not look down at us with any anger or deep disgust in his eyes.

He simply reached down with his trembling and aged hands and gently picked up the heavy wooden cross that had fallen to the floor near my reaching fingers.

As he lifted the sacred object slowly back to its rightful place on the ancient stone wall, something entirely miraculous and deeply shocking happened.

A massive and crushing physical pressure on my chest and spine vanished instantly.

It was not a slow and gradual release of physical tension, but an immediate and total removal of the terrifying invisible weight.

A massive rush of cool air entered violently into my burning lungs, and I choked and coughed uncontrollably on the cold stone.

I could hear Farrid weeping openly and loudly beside me as he too was suddenly freed from the terrifying paralysis that had held him captive.

The sudden absence of the extreme physical agony left me feeling completely hollow and terribly weak in every single muscle.

We were no longer pinned to the floor by an invisible hand, but we were now entirely captive to the overwhelming spiritual presence that was radiating so powerfully from the altar.

The intense and heavy silence of the old priest was infinitely more powerful and far more intimidating than any physical weapon or angry shout could ever be.

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The quiet actions of the priest stood in direct and massive contrast to the violent and arrogant intentions we had brought into his holy sanctuary.

I realized slowly as I struggled to catch my breath that true and ultimate power does not need to shout or destroy in order to prove its total dominance.

We walked aimlessly through the busy and noisy streets of the city without speaking a single word to one another.

The bright midday sunlight felt incredibly harsh and entirely unnatural against my cold and sweating skin.

Ordinary people walked quickly past us, carrying their daily groceries and laughing loudly at simple jokes.

But we were completely trapped in a silent and terrifying nightmare of our own making.

We eventually returned to the small apartment of Whiss and locked the heavy wooden door tightly behind us.

The narrow room that had once felt like a safe fortress for our shared arrogance now felt exactly like a dark and suffocating prison cell.

Nobody dared to break the heavy silence for many long and agonizing hours.

I sat rigidly on the very edge of the old creaking bed and stared blankly at the peeling wallpaper in the corner of the room.

Every single time I slowly closed my tired eyes.

I felt that massive and crushing weight pressing down violently on my chest all over again.

I felt the freezing cold marble floor scraping against my cheek, and I vividly heard the chaotic screams of the frightened congregation echoing in my ears.

My heart would suddenly race out of control, and I would gasp loudly and desperately for air in the quiet room.

The invisible and terrifying spiritual power we had encountered on that sacred altar had followed us directly into the dark and dusty shadows of the apartment.

I was completely and utterly terrified of the descending night.

When the warm sun finally set and the shadows grew long and thick across the uneven wooden floor, my lingering anxiety escalated into sheer primal terror.

Every small and ordinary sound in the old building made my tense muscles lock up and my shallow breath completely stop.

A simple gust of wind rattling the thin window glass sounded like the heavy footsteps of an angry judge coming to execute a final and devastating sentence.

I waited in the crushing and suffocating silence for a divine and brutal punishment.

I was absolutely certain was coming from my dark and arrogant soul.

The heavy and miserable hours dragged on like thick mud, and my extreme physical exhaustion battled fiercely against my rising spiritual terror.

I absolutely refused to lie down, and I completely refused to close my eyes because I deeply feared the unseen and powerful presence waiting in the dark corners of the room.

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” My mind replayed the gentle and sorrowful face of the old priest over and over again.

I could not understand how a man possessed of such absolute and undeniable spiritual backup could simply let us walk away without demanding any physical revenge or calling for the local authorities to lock us away.

His quiet mercy was confusing and it burned my guilty conscience far more deeply than any harsh beating or angry shouting ever could.

I felt completely broken and entirely hollowed out from the inside.

The deep and bitter hatred I had proudly carried for so many years had been instantly vaporized on that church floor.

And now I was left with absolutely nothing but a vast and terrifying emptiness.

My fragile human body eventually reached the absolute and final limit of its physical endurance.

Despite my desperate efforts to stay awake and alert, sometime in the very deep and quiet hours of the early morning, my heavy eyelids finally closed, and I fell heavily into a deep and completely exhausted sleep.

I did not fall into a dark realm of terrifying nightmares and severe punishments, as I had completely and thoroughly expected.

Instead, I found myself standing alone in a vast place of pure and flawless light.

It was a brilliant and warm golden radiance that was incredibly bright, but it did not hurt my tired eyes at all.

The heavy and terrifying spiritual presence that had violently crushed me on the church floor was completely gone.

In its place was a profound and overwhelming sense of absolute warmth and perfect safety that wrapped around my trembling soul like a thick and comforting blanket.

Then I heard a clear and distinct voice that seemed to resonate from the very center of my own being.

It was a gentle and deeply melodic voice that carried the immense weight and authority of the entire universe.

But it spoke with the tender and quiet intimacy of a deeply loving father.

The beautiful voice spoke my name clearly and perfectly in the surrounding silence.

It said, “Karine, come to me because I have been waiting for you.

” There was absolutely no anger and there was no harsh judgment or lingering disappointment in those simple and quiet words.

There was only a radical and completely unconditional love that instantly dissolved every single barrier of hatred and toxic arrogance I had built over my entire life.

I felt a massive and heavy burden physically lift off my tired shoulders and float away into the brilliant and endless light.

The deep wounds of prejudice and the dark scars of my violent intentions were instantly washed away by a pure and flowing peace.

I woke up slowly on the small bed in the apartment of whis just as the first soft rays of morning sun touched the dusty glass of the window.

I took a very deep and slow breath and realized with profound shock that the crushing fear was completely and entirely gone.

It was entirely replaced by a deep and quiet peace that settled heavily and permanently into my bones.

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