Evil always comes from courage

My false faith, my supreme God, my dear sister, I look at the panic in your eyes, helplessly waving my thin arms despite my efforts, trying to keep your life.

I tried to use the gentlest tone and the best comfort in the world to erase your fear. I screamed and yelled in vain, revealing my sincerity without reservation. I am willing to give everything, as long as you are like that. The despair in the innocent eyes could be a little less.

My waving arms can't grasp anything, neither light nor your life, not even darkness, have ever stayed at my fingertips.

In the countless nights before this, I, who had long given up praying to any god, would pray so devoutly to the devil who hurt you. I was stupid enough to pray for your peace against the most pure evil in the world.

I reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. Your body was convulsing and shaking in pain, but I watched helplessly and couldn't stop it. How sad I am at this moment. Is there any more cruel punishment than asking a believer who loves her deeply to watch his god gradually fall like this?

I looked at your eyes with fascination, first with panic, then fear, then reluctance, and finally even the calmness tainted by the liberation from suffering, as if to say, ah! My God, I will finally receive the salvation you grant me while experiencing death. I am liberated, I am free, I am released from sin and saved!

That greedy hand completely separated from your body and was juxtaposed with the darkness. I could only cry helplessly and take your still warm body into my arms across the cage.

My prayers are meaningless! My piety is ridiculous! My love is so low! I am nothing, not this moment, not that moment! It wasn't then and it isn't now!

Powerless, I can only watch the jackal in front of me, eating your flesh and blood, turning all those holy and priceless flesh and blood into the gold of worldly greed.

I gritted my teeth and cursed fiercely, cursing these blasphemous guys to have a good death. I cursed in the darkness and cried in the blood, until that damn Feili Isama dug out a bloody eye from your eyes. The gem, I gritted my teeth and watched her walk towards me step by step. When she tried to catch me, I bit her finger holding the gem with all my strength.

The woman suddenly screamed ferociously. I grabbed her arms and legs tightly, and dug my nails into her flesh. I wanted to tear her apart, this blasphemous beast! You don't deserve the value of my sister's flesh and blood! She is priceless, priceless! I roared in my mind, my voice growling low in my throat.

I seemed to have found something in that hoarse wailing. I tried hard to sharpen my teeth, like a sharp saw, sawing off Feli Isama's blasphemous fingers. After a crisp sound, I suddenly let go of my hand, grabbed the iron rope behind me and quickly retreated into the darkness.

Feli Isama screamed, her arms were pulled into the cage by me, and she lay on top of the cage. It seemed that at this moment, there was fear and awe for me in her eyes. She was in awe of me out of fear.

Fear made her struggle crazily, but I bit the finger in my mouth fiercely. Her panic and struggle like a dying beast achieved my victory. Under her fierce struggle, I finally used this power to Bite her finger off!

The gem also fell into my throat, and I swallowed it in a hurry, only to have time to spit out the disgusting beast's fingers.