Ezekiel: 33

“The word of the Lord came to me.

“If the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet…then I will require their blood at his hand.”

Cade.

That was you.

You stood on the walls of Arcadia.

Lawman. Guardian. Sentinel of justice.

You saw the people sleep and swore to keep them safe and then the sword came.

It wore the name Jasper Redgrave and you saw it, Jackson.

You saw it coming from miles away.

You saw it long before Red Snow.

You saw it when the eyes turned. When the pressure rose. When the blood began to boil.

You saw the storm and said nothing.

And when the sword struck—

when your brother CJ lay twitching in your arms,

neck snapped, body broken, life stolen—

you still said nothing.

You didn’t sound the trumpet. You didn’t cry the name.

You didn’t open your mouth to speak justice over the man who bled your blood.

You let the killer walk.

And you let your brother die nameless.

You failed Jackson.

You failed the city.

You failed your oath.

You were the watchman.

Jasper was the sword.

CJ was the price.

Arcadia trusted you to see it coming.

The Lord placed you with eyes wide open.

And when the danger came—

You let the sword enter the gates.

You let it fall on your brother.

And you stood still.

You didn’t just fail CJ. You failed every soul behind you who thought your silence meant safety.

And now?

The Lord demands an answer.

You hid behind Nero.

Behind a rebellion loud enough to distract from the silence you left behind.

You wrapped yourself in commands and consequences.

But you forgot the first duty given to every man of God:

To stand, to speak, and to sound the alarm.

You didn’t.

So now I’ve come to speak for you.

Not on your behalf.

Over you.

I am not the sword.

I am the trumpet.

I am the voice the Lord sends when the wall is cracked and the night creeps in.

You thought you could delay this.

You thought if you stayed busy enough, brave enough, broken enough… the truth would lose its sting.

But the truth does not fade.

It rots.

And the stink of your silence has risen to Heaven.

Pandemonium, you will not be tested.

You’ve already been found wanting.

You will not be tried.

You’ve already been named guilty.

And you will not be spared.

Because the sword came. The watchman stood still and the blood of your brother cries out from the ground. You let Jasper Redgrave walk. You buried CJ in silence. You failed the wall—and I was sent to collapse it on top of you.

So understand this:

You are walking into your final act and when you fall—it will not be a defeat. It will be the fulfillment of prophecy. The Lord requires your blood and I am the one who has come to take it.”