For I Am A Side Character - 143: Prayer

What does it mean to pray?

How should a person approach prayer?

To pray for God…to pray to God…all things said or whispered or even thought of, all for the nature of speaking to God, privately or not…Prayer is the only way a man can reach his heart.

And the evidence of its worth comes from faith…

A strong faith can carry a man’s prayer in ways he will never comprehend nor understand. God works in ways that man can never figure out…

To go and understand how his miracles works is to stand at the same point as God himself…and the people who try to stand at that peak all fell out of their own folly. Man can never comprehend a God’s creation and plan…

They were not made in the image to become God, they were made out of the image of his love…

His placement for putting limits in their lives simply shows his love. To have them experience his gifts from every direction made and seen.

Man is made with limits…

Yet with prayer…Miracles are at the works.

So with this understanding, I pray to you God…you asked me to be here before his heart…

And now that I’m here…I can’t bear to see it without his skin…without everything else to hide his bare heart…please…please give him back to me.

I prayed…

For all that I am, I prayed with everything I have in my heart…to him…for him.

I don’t believe he’s dead…

I know it in my heart that he’s still out there…because of who he is to you…because he’s not just some man…he is your messenger…

I could feel it…even inside a transparent orb…I could hear it beat…I could feel his life faintly before me.

I prayed with such a heavy heart…a heart filled with the hope that a miracle will happen.

Prayer works through Miracles…so please. Give him back to me.

***

Jessica prayed before Soril’s heart.

With her head layed low all up to a point that her forehead touched the cold stone floor. She prayed with small tears falling from her eyes.

She was asked to pray, so there she was…praying.

‘Please…give him back to me.’

Over and over again, she repeated her prayer.

God asked her to pray with faith…and in that moment, when she kneeled willingly, she had never prayed so hard before in all her life. Not once to her father nor her mother…for the first time in her life, she prayed with every inch of faith she had inside of her.

And despite it being a silent prayer, God could feel the largeness of her desire and faith.

“…She’s calling for you.” God said as he turned to Soril.

“I can feel her…” he said as he smiled at the fact that he could feel Jessica’ prayer and heart inside the dimension of where he was at that moment.

“Seeing her like that, what do you think?”

“What do you mean?” asked Soril.

“…Do you think its time for you to go back?” asked God.

“…My time away from being alive hasn’t been that long. I know that I died…so being resurrected, being born anew, it feels…like so much is waiting before me on the other side.” Soril said as he looked to God with such an indecisive expression.

“I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, and those will be answered in time. But for now, the fate of the world has been bent away from my plans. You must go and fix the fate of this world.”

“How will I know that what I would do would be the right action?”

“I trust you.”

“…” looking towards the universe that was held on his hand, Soril took a deep breath.

“Your fate awaits you my son. Do not hesitate to do what must be done.”

“What you said about me being a divine creation, What does that mean?” feeling as if that question alone should mean something, God only looked to Soril with a calm smile.

“…It doesn’t mean anything. You are still human…both soul and flesh. You have been raised as a human and I want you to continue being one.”

“…It feels like it should be more…that I should be more.” said Soril as he felt conflicted by the title bestowed upon him by God.

“Hmm, The title of divine will not mean anything to someone who’s blinded by the delusion of its grandure, what it only carries is nothing more than my favor for you.”

“…So I’m still human even after I’m reborn?”

“Bones will still break, hearts will still break…but you…as my son, will forever be loved. There’s nothing more powerful than love, remember that son.”

As God said those words, he came before Soril, letting go of the universe that was on his hands…and he came and hug him with a tight embrace.

“Remember my words…”

“I know…I am not alone.” said Soril as he came and embraced God in return.

And from his embrace…Soril started to feel it.

Slowly but surely, he was starting to feel alive again in the sense of his own mortality.

“Now, will you return?” asked God.

“…I think it’s time. Although I don’t feel so different from before, I’m not as sad about my failures, and even when you gave me such a grand title, I still have to do my part in the way that I know how. Nothing’s change.”

“Hmm, Good. Now go and fix your sister’s mess.”

“Ah right…Adifer. I’ll scold her for what she did.” said Soril as he looked to God with a smile on his face.

And as Soril gave his consent to return, he started to feel his soul being pulled back into the universe that was on God’s hands.

Nothing has ever defied death…nothing but God himself.

And for Soril who came to understand this, as he was starting to feel being pulled back into the mortal realm, he also felt a glare to his side. An ominous glare that was filled with the emotion of emptiness.

As he turned his head, he caught of glimpse of Death himself standing at the Realm of Eternal Damnation. And Death was there for one reason and one reason alone.

To take the damned soul.

And with Death reaching out his skeleton hands to Soril, as if he was for the taking. Out from between the space from Soril and Death, came about God who willfully stopped death at his tracks.

“…”

“…”

Both stood against one another…

As Death stared God in the eyes…God stared back. And from those two staring at one another, Death came to understand something.

“Do not claim his soul…for he is my son.” said God in the voice of a king commanding a servant.

And Death…and all its existence, bowed before God with much respect.

As Soril saw that form of authority, he was taken aback by it all…but right after, he came and crossed back into the mortal realm.

***

“Please…give him back to me. My heart hurts just from the thought of him not being by my side.”

Jessica prayed…for what felt like an eternity of praying, in reality, minutes have only passed.

The heartbreak she was feeling made everything feel so irrelevant. What she could only do was pray…

She wasn’t thinking of anything else.

Not the pain nor the scream that Jason was shouting behind her…

Not the coldness of the room…

Even her own breathing felt lacking.

She was not breathing properly at the thought and act of her simply praying…

She was the very definition of Devotion through prayer.

In time, sweat started to mix into her tears…

Blood started to drip from her hands with the way she was so desperate in prayer. Her nails were digging into her hands from simply clasping her hands together.

Blood also fell from her mouth as she bit into her lips straight through out of fear of what was not happening at the moment.

The stress in her mind continued to pile up…over and over…she could not stop praying.

And she would not stop praying until she got what she wanted.

She was that dedicated into her actions.

God saw it in possible future.

If Soril were to decide that he would not return for days on end, Jessica would still be found inside the red factory praying…

Fasting for days on end…

No water…no food…

Nothing but prayer.

Her Devotion and Faith was that strong.

And at the sight of her suffering, Soril cried.

As he passed through the mortal realm, what came about his remaining bodily position…his heart…

Soon healed itself into a body that was made from God himself.

And from his healed body, the first words to ever come out of his mouth was…

“Jessica.”

“…Please…please give him back to me.”

“…Jess.”

“…Give him back.”

“I’m here.” as a familiar voice said those words, Jessica could not believe it.

Slowly but surely, she raised her head…and saw his face.

And seeing his face, she could not believe it.

Wearing nothing but pair of simple clothes made in God’s will, Soril approached Jessica.

And as he came close to her, he soon started to feel weak in the knees.

Only five steps in and he fell on his knees.

The realization of their reunion with one another…

The thought that on the time of his death, he thought he would never see her again…but there she was….and there he was…

Both looking into one another…

Without words being said, Jessica rushed to him with tears falling from her eyes…

And cried like and infant child.

“Soril!!” and she ran with such purpose.

When they both came to touch each other’s skin…when she felt his heartbeat…when he could hear the sound of her voice…they both knew it was real…

And they cried with both arms wrapped around one another…

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” he said as those were the only things he could say at that moment.

An apology of him leaving.

“I-I love you! I love you! So please don’t leave me ever again! Don’t go to some place where I can’t reach you! Just be here with me…be here with me!” she screamed out of fear of losing him again.

“I won’t go away. I’ll be here…I’ll be with you…forever.”

While the two were embracing one another out of love and out of fear…

Out from the sidelines, a pair of black eyes came to witness the sight of something impossible.

‘…I-it can’t be…y-you’re alive?’ Adifer….the Angel with wings blacker than ink and coal…saw the sight of someone who should have passed away. Who should have been dead.

And what’s even more surprising was the fact that she could feel it.

A familiar feeling of something that shouldn’t be in the hands of a mortal.

‘…Divinity…pure divinity!?’

AN: God’s Will and Divinity aren’t the same thing.

Sorry I haven’t been able to post in a while again. I’m in college, so I have a lot more priorities than some would think. I But I promise you guys that I won’t give up on this novel not until I write the ending.

The ending where Soril fights the Demon King??? Maybe???

Or the Ending where Soril Ends up with over a dozen kids with Jessica, where they live far away from all the conflicts of the world??? I don’t know….just keep following my work and I’ll keep writing the story. Hahahaha.

One fact about me as an author is that I’m studying Architecture. I hope you guys understand why its hard to find time to write my story.