Chapter • 61

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱

There were screams everywhere, they laughed and pointed while so many others knelt before me.

"The saint is among us!" they repeated with their faces writhing in a frightening expression and Michael’s hand rested firmly on my shoulder.

"Do you see them? They are here for you."

I had condemned them all, didn’t I?

My eyes fell on those who were dragged to the place that "god" determined as hell. Loren... that sweet, gentle child - was being dragged along with them and mortals, those same mortals who dragged me through the streets, who beat me, who abused me... they shouted my name as if I were a divine representation.

As if I finally understood the line my thoughts were following - Miguel shook his hand on my shoulder even more.

"Don’t be silly, Elaine... you know very well where you belong" practically growled in my ear and I felt my whole body tremble.

He wasn’t thinking about me or what I should consider - he was warning me.

It was an obvious warnin
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