It was burning. Not only his body, but also his soul seemed to be roasting. He was screaming from the depths of his soul and begging the angel of his torment to save him.
"Abraham, Abraham! Please let me go."
The tall muscular man named Abraham said in an emotionless tone:
"It is not I who am punishing you. It is the fire of your own evil deeds that has now engulfed you."
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Cyrus cried out in a painful tone.
"I didn't do anything wrong. I just acted as the hand of the Lord and cleansed the sins of vile beings with fire... God, please kill me soon. I can't bear this pain."
Abraham's heart sank to watch Cyrus' miserable condition. He wanted to enjoy this scene, the scene of the torment of a man who had destroyed his friends in the most cruel way possible. But he could not.
He thought to himself:
"Does Priest Cyrus really deserve this punishment? He's been in the church since he opened his eyes and was raised under the teachings of priests. Maybe he really thought he was walking on the good path."
For some other moments, Abraham looked at Cyrus, who was crying and screaming. The heat of the fire had destroyed the white pale skin of the priest and left behind the bloody burnt flesh. Cyrus was curling up like a snake and screaming.
Abraham shook his head restlessly.
"No, I shouldn't let him die. He should have a chance to make up for his mistakes."
He said an incantation under his breath and put out the fire. Then he went to Cyrus and held his hand over his body and using magic he repaired his burnt skin and flesh and returned it to its original state.
Cyrus, who no longer felt pain, said with a surprised expression:
"You are a powerful wizard!"
Then he started sobbing.
"Thank you for forgiving me and healing my wounds. Your goodness is so great that I decided to leave my god and worship you from now on."
To be continued...
