Only God
Chapter 120 - 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return_2

Chapter 120: Chapter 105 - The Weeping Angel Will Return_2

His desperate gaze caused panic, dread; thus, the stones became more forceful, the wrists more brutal.

People masked their panic with anger, their fear with roars; the more they wished not to face something, the more determined they were to kill it.

Basel stared at those executing him.

"God,

why must I suffer so much?"

Basel prayed silently as the stones cruelly deprived him of his vitality.

"God,

it hurts so much, are mortals not as kind as I thought?"

The Poet’s hands remained clasped together, severe pain tearing at his nerves, his body drenched in blood.

The stones kept striking Basel relentlessly, causing him to wobble.

Dorias rushed into the square, into the crowd,

"Do not execute him! Children of God, do not execute him!"

The old Priest of the Pattern Garden cried out loudly.

However, no one heard, no one wished to stop.

Driven by malice, incited by the king and his son, the people of Logos determined to execute the stammering poet.

A downtrodden, tormented poet.

Who would pray for him?

Among those executing Basel, who would plead for a bit of mercy for him, who would plead for a slim chance of survival for him?

The Three-eyed Ape People watched the punished Basel, the slaves wailed as if losing Basel meant losing a part of their life.

The poet had offered unwavering friendship to the Three-eyed Ape People.

Those stones tore through his body one after another, Basel’s pain gradually numbing.

This angel cast down to the Mortal World,

watched those from Logos, tears streaming down.

The battered Basel could not understand.

His lips trembled, the pain in his soul much deeper than that of the flesh.

"God,"

"who has hurt me so deeply,"

"why is my soul full of scars?"

Basel’s eyes were being destroyed, the overwhelming stones smashed his vision, progressively losing all senses; he still stood, all his struggles in vain.

He still didn’t want to die like this.

Among the crowd,

Lam pushed his way through, having heard of Basel’s execution, he rushed to the square.

He was a child, short and extremely agile, he squeezed through the crowd, desperately trying to reach Basel’s side.

"Basel! Basel!"

Lam’s voice was hoarse, mixed with tears; he finally made it to the platform.

"Execute him too!"

"Execute the Three-eyed Ape People as well!"

People noticed Lam, the frenzied Logosians spared nothing, not even needing Rui Ying’s incitement, stones struck Lam’s back.

Lam, hurt, ran towards Basel, he had to run, he had to reach Basel.

Finally, Lam stood in front of Basel.

The poet was barely breathing.

Lam reached out, embracing Basel, tears falling, he kissed Basel’s forehead.

"Basel, Basel..."

The poet’s consciousness blurred; amidst it all, he felt a hint of warmth.

Someone was embracing him, kissing his forehead.

At last,

Basel used his remaining strength to whisper softly:

"God,"

"please have mercy on me!"

Lam looked up, this child holding the poet, gazing at the night sky filled with a misty rain, looking towards the distant mountains.

The child cried, enduring the torment of the stones, clasped his hands as usual in prayer, praying for this angel,

"God,

how good he is!"

"Have mercy on him,

do not let him suffer any longer, do not let him grieve any more!"

The prayerful words fell.

A brilliant light suddenly tore through the dense clouds!

A swath of verdant, luminous leaves came from afar, descending upon the execution ground.

That radiance, so warm, seemed like a response, a divine compassion.

The soul that was insulted and hurt,

now began to rise.

That ravaged soul, with wings of an angel!

Those of Logos about to kill Basel, their hands involuntarily stopped.

Countless eyes widened, unbelievingly watching what unfolded before them.

Everyone saw the vision before them.

It seemed... as if a pair of divine hands reached out from the brilliance, approaching a soul with wings.

Basel’s soul freed from the body, his true form revealed, that of a teary angel, he opened his eyes, sadly surveying the gathered crowd.

Maisy, with tears, caressed Lam’s face, kissed the child’s forehead, then turned around, walking towards that divine radiance.

He was leaving this place that had hurt him.

He was not coming back.

The tormented angel was finally returning to Heaven,

where, at least,

a perfect life awaited this sad soul to indulge in.

.........

.........

Basel, or rather the angel Maisy, stepped into the brilliance.

Maisy, having endured much, walked forward, no longer wanting to linger in the Mortal World.

A path lay beneath his feet.

Maisy walked towards the path ahead, staring straight at it.

He walked, step by step, the path long, its end far off, not knowing how long it would take to finish.

The scene ahead slowly became blurry and unreal.

Maisy walked forward, his steps slowing.

On the path ahead,

he saw in a vastly corrupt, dilapidated brothel, a child was born, crying out loudly.

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