Nero… Before the last breath leaves this war between us, hear me without the static, without the rage, without the rebellion that smothered the man I once called my brother. I remember you as you were. Not the cyberhound. Not … Read More
The Hill We Die On
“And when they came to the place called Calvary, there they crucified Him.” Luke twenty-three, verse thirty-three. Narcissa… Before we ever set foot on that hill, listen closely. I want you to actually hear this — not through the filter … Read More
Bad Weather
Every world has a season. A rhythm. A rise and fall. The soil breathes. The rain comes. The roots take hold and from that rhythm, life begins. That’s the balance. That’s the truth. Between light and dark. Between warmth and … Read More
When the Collar Falls
Reverend Ezekiel Graves sits cross-legged in the corner of the cage, fingers tracing the ridges of the collar that rests in his lap. A hush lingers. Then he speaks…. “When I was a boy, I used to sit beside my … Read More
THE WIDE GATE
“Thus saith the Lord….Matthew seven, verses thirteen and fourteen: “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat. Because strait … Read More
The Shattered Cistern
Thus saith the Lord through Jeremiah: “For My people have committed two evils; they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns broken cisterns, that can hold no water.” Gemini… you are that cistern. Not … Read More
Judas at My Side, Babel Before Me
Even Christ had Judas. Even Christ felt the sting of a kiss that burned like a blade. And still the cross was carried. And still the crown was won. So I too walk with betrayal at my side. Nero. Lucien. … Read More
The Millstone Judgement
Matthew 18:6 But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Matthew … Read More
The One Who Was Forgotten
They crowned me in silence. And buried me in noise. The day I fell, the people rejoiced. “The fire is out,” they said. “The Harbinger is gone.” Even my own right hand turned from Lucien, my Disciple…to Nero, the traitor. … Read More