PART TWO
ORIGIN
CHAPTER SIX
ORIGINS
Lucian laid in bed, his body so hot to the touch, his beautiful face, all messed up. He was gravely ill and hadn’t eaten for some few days. His master Quintus came into the room.
‘What happened? What is wrong with you?’ Quintus asked.
‘To be honest, I don’t have any idea. I just don’t seem to get myself.’ Lucian replied.
Unbeknownst to everybody and to his master, he was tired of living he was done, so he had purposefully ordered a poison to drink. Somehow, the servants in the house, had found the bottle of his drink and poured it away, but he had being determined to die, and had poured water into the empty poison container and had drunk it, as the trader that sold the poison to him, told him that, it was the most potent poison available in their time. Now instead of dying, he had fallen into a debilitating sickness that was toying with his body, the poison he had ingested, was sufficient enough to keep him bedridden, and damage his body functions, but was insufficient enough to actually kill him. Now he lay in bed useless, not able to do anything but lie down with the cruelest of fevers.
‘I just hope you get well soon, you know as my favorite servant, you have to get back on your duties of serving your master.’
Quintus his master then touched his beautiful androgynous face.
‘I don’t think this sickness, is normal. I mean after that encounter, you have become so sick. Don’t worry, I will never let you die. I should go find help.’
‘That wouldn’t be necessary,’ Lucian said.
‘No it is totally necessary. You know you are my favorite servant, and I can’t just let you die just like that. Don’t worry I won’t be gone for long.’ Quintus said while leaving the room. He then went around and gathered his servants, soldiers to be precise and went in search of the healer he had been hearing about.
They marched through the harsh terrain for days on end, searching for the master healer. They had been receiving info about his whereabouts, only for them to reach there and the master healer was nowhere to be found. They had then gotten a new lead and had been marching for days on end and had finally reached their destination, Capernaum.
Quintus then alighted from his horse and went searching for the man. The crowd at Capernaum was unbelievable, and even though everyone knew very well about his rank and status, nobody cared. Everybody was paddling his or her personal canoe to get a touch from the master healer and be made whole again.
Using his authority, power, and influence, Quintus ordered his soldiers to create a space where he would pass through, so he could reach the prophet, the master healer. All of a sudden, he was the prophet the master healer, being shielded by his disciples. Despite the commotion and chaos, he sat majestically on a stool unperturbed. Something in Quintus just snapped, looking at the man, he knew the man carried a different presence that he couldn’t comprehend. It was as if he was God, and he was about to pass judgment on him. Immediately, he didn’t feel comfortable, in the presence of the man, he just couldn’t help himself and the next thing he knew, he was on his knees and bowing down his head.
The man walked up to him, Quintus’ eyes were closed but he knew the man was nearby, a hand reach away from him.
‘Lord,’ he said. ‘My servant lies at home paralyzed, suffering terribly.’
Then the Man spoke. ‘Shall I come and heal him?’
‘Lord, I am not worthy to have you under my roof. But just say the word and my servant shall be healed. For me myself, I am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell one go and he goes, and the other comes and he comes. I say to my servant, do this and he does it.’
A look of astonishment crept up the prophet’s face, probably because Quintus was a Roman, a gentile.
‘Truly, I say unto you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith. I say to you that many will come from the east and the west, and will take their places at the feast with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven. But the subjects of the kingdom will be thrown outside, into the darkness, where they would be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ Then he said to Quintus. ‘Go! Let it be done just as you believed it would.’
Instantly at home, Lucian’s shivering and ailment stopped. It was as if something, someone had just taken the sickness. He stood up and walked around. Although he was the one that had poisoned himself, he felt elated that he wasn’t sick anymore. Taking the poison in little amount hadn’t brought the dead he craved, only pain, shivering and severe ailment. He was grateful that the ailment was gone, a quick death was indeed, its own reward. He would find a way to buy the concoction again, but this time, he would drink it at the store. Lucian went out of his room to meet the other servants. Quintus was indeed a rich Roman soldier and had a lot of servants and slaves at his beck and call. Leo, Lucian’s best friend, a fellow slave then passed him.
Quintus lived on a very big land, with so many soldiers and servants (including Lucian) at his neck and call.
‘What are you doing here? I thought you were sick. Or has the fever left you?’ he said while touching Lucian’s neck.
‘My God, you are well. My heart is in joy, I thought you were going to give up the ghost, somehow you survived, may Zeus be praised.’
‘What does Zeus have to do with all this? ‘Lucian asked. ‘They should have blessed me with the best of gifts. Death.’
‘Well, it isn’t my business who healed you or whether you want to live. You stink badly, go and take a shower, or rather eat first, and then you can take your shower later.’
‘Ok,’ Lucian answered haphazardly.
This was no time to be sorry for failing to achieve a plan. He thought he might not be able to eat, but his belly said otherwise. Leo took him to the kitchen and gave him a generous serving of good food.
‘That was the only good side of the Romans,’ Lucian thought. ‘They knew how to feed their slaves, unlike other barbaric nations. Maybe that was a price they had to pay, for being so civilized.
After eating till his belly was full, Lucian went to take his bath. He fetches water in a basin and took it into his room to wash up. He hadn’t bathed for four days, since when he took the poison. His room stunk a little bit, so he pushed back the curtains to allow sunlight and fresh air to enter into the house.
Lucian then removed his clothes and let down his hair. He was in all ramifications, stunning, he was by far, more beautiful than any woman, for miles around. His hair was so long that they were just passing his knees. From afar, he looked like a woman and if not for the fact that he didn’t have breast, he would have easily been mistaken as one.
Lucian then packed up his hair to reveal some scars on his back. He had decided against washing his hair, as it would command so much soap and water, that he wasn’t ready to provide.
The scars ran down the entire length of his spine. He then took soap and washed his body. Then, he then used a clean cloth, to dry his body, he then dressed up.
He couldn’t go get the poison now as it was still daytime and too dangerous. He would go when it was around evening, when everybody, wasn’t so suspicious because they were tired from a long day’s work.
He then went outside the house to take in a breath of fresh air to prepare himself for the tribulations ahead and met his worst nightmare. Kathryn. Kathryn was what everybody would call a busybody. A self-righteous hypocrite who has so much time on her hands that she constantly made Lucian’s life a living hell. Always pointing out his faults but forgetting that she herself is human and has so many faults herself. Perhaps why she hated Lucian so much was that he was a boy and was by far, more pretty than her. She just couldn’t bear it.
‘You know master should be arriving from his week-long journey tomorrow right?’
‘And, then what is my problem with that?’ Lucian said.
‘You think, I don’t know that you wanted to poison yourself? Yes, I was the one that emptied the contents of the bottle.’ Kathryn said.
It was as if anger just appeared in his chest. But Lucian had to be calm. The sly Kathryn was probably trying to rile him up to get something to report to their master, to gain more favor and promotion.
‘But why would you do that?’ Lucian asked, trying his best to be calm.
‘Why did I pour the contents of the bottle? Or why haven’t I reported you to master yet?’
There was no hope for this girl Kathryn, she was indeed an eyesore. One of these days Lucian would have to take her out. In the name of Apollo, why didn’t this bitch, understand the meaning of boundaries? Lucian calmly tried to make a way to avoid hitting her hard on the head.
‘Hey, you.’ the bitch dragged Lucian back, by the shoulder. ‘I just saved your life and instead of you to thank me, you are just going to walk away. See, let me tell you something. From now henceforth, I shall be monitoring your every move, and if you ever try to kill yourself again, I am going to-‘
Lucian didn’t wait for her to finish her statement. He punched her in the mouth as hard as he could, drawing blood as she fell down dazed.
‘Listen, Kathryn, I have had enough of your silly and stupid attitude. You have so many shortcomings, but you never look at your problems but mine right? This should be the last time you orchestrate something like this. The next time you feel or begin to think that you have a right to monitor or have a say in my life, I am going to kill you. Do you understand? Yes, I am going to kill you. You can tell your master that, I don’t care.’ Then Lucian stormed out of the place, leaving the dazed and confused Kathryn on the floor. What a silly bitch, he thought.
He went back to his room, took out the trash and swept it. He then laid down on his bed, thinking, daydreaming, before drifting away into sleep.
It was evening, Lucian had gone back to his room, and he had been restless since he had recovered from his ailment. He needed to go and buy the poison to take before the fourth night when his master, will arrive, but the monitoring spirit, imposed on him by the Gods Kathryn was too good at her job. He then started hearing his master, Quintus voice and then he started becoming terrified.
CHAPTER SEVEN
JUDAS
‘Master, I need to talk to you.’ Judas requested.
‘What is it Judas’s’? Yeshua asked.
‘Well, the centurion, whom you granted his request, sleeps with men, for fun. Is this man eligible to receive healing from you? It isn’t right.’
‘Then tell me Judas’s, is stealing from our money good?’
‘Master, I will never do such.’
‘Then are you saying that I lie.’
‘Even though I steal from time to time, it still doesn’t equate to that sort of sexual immorality. You yourself said, that was an abomination, before God, and that was why he destroyed Sodom.’
‘Make no mistake Judas’s, Sin is a sin, the father never tolerates sin and condemns whosoever is guilty. That is why the son of man, had to come into the world to redeem mankind, from the clutches of the devil, because all have fallen short of the glory of God.’
‘Although you don’t know it, sometimes the father deliberately allows some of his servants to pass through challenging situations, like Jonah in the fish stomach, Job in the times of old, and Lucian that centurion’s servant.’
‘But it is wrong, he is gay.’
‘Man does as he is taught, the spirit, God, does as he wills.’
‘It isn’t right.’ Judas said.
‘Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my word shall never pass away. Only faith pleases God, the centurion came to me with genuine faith and I granted his wish because the father honors his word, me, more than anything. If I have come to this world as a judge, Judas’s, the wrong you did, in stealing your fellow brethren money, would rightly have deserved punishment in fire and brimstone, but I came to gather the fathers flock to himself. Don’t be fooled, Judas’s God can never be mocked, every hidden act, every human does is recorded, even the hideous act performed by the centurion. In the last days when the son of man shall come in glory and pass judgment, then all wisdom and understanding, shall be passed to you. But right now, take this simple act as an act of my grace to the world, showing you the love of the father as hope, hope that even the worst type of sinners can be redeemed if they will only seek the face of God. Trying to comprehend the divinity of the father, his infinite love, grace, kindness, and wisdom, is almost impossible, in your mortal body. I love the centurion and his servant, but I hate the sin, healing his servant is an act of my love, it’s just as the father still has hopes in this world, I hope that the centurion will resist such type of pleasure.’
‘But it still doesn’t make sense. Why will you punish Sodom and spare the centurion?’
‘Before I answer that Judas’s let me ask you a question. When a man-child is born and grows up what does he become?’
‘A man I guess,’ Judas’s replied.
‘And when a child of God, grows up, what does he become?’
‘A God, I guess,’
‘Correct. The father did not create Adam to be a servant to the devil, In fact, he created Adam to be the one to deal with the devil as the father, himself does not judge and didn’t want to meddle his hands in judgment. Adam was meant to play that role. I created him, in my own image, likeness, and power, subduing any power and passing judgment on any principality. He was in very essence to me. But then I deliberately put eve in the garden to test the will of my Godchild. Man didn’t fall because he ate the fruit, he willingly gave up his divinity to the devil, by refusing to be selfless in the garden, and instead, he started blaming another person for his shortcomings. ‘
‘So master, how does this relate to the centurion and his slave?’
‘The simple meaning is this Judas’s, leave the doing of God to God and work towards your salvation. I didn’t come into the world at this point to pass Judgment. Trust me, when the time of judgment comes, a just Judgment shall be passed. What the centurion did was an abomination and unless he repents a double portion of judgment shall be passed on him.
There was no use arguing with Jesus, he was too wise and Judas’s knew it. He left his master’s presence and went looking for Peter.
‘Peter, did you hear about what Jesus did?’
‘Yes, and who are you to question the authority of the master? He is the son of the most high, and he has told you countless times that he didn’t come into the world to judge it yet, but that time is coming, so why are you questioning his authority. He is the son of God, he is God, he has the power to destroy your body and soul, and yet you have the audacity to question his utterance? Is it because he has revealed himself as a kind shepherd now that you have the courage to oppose him? Is it because he has not come as a consuming fire? Judas, as my very good friend, I advise you to let sleeping dogs lie, there are things we can never understand in this world, except in the world to come. I believe in him, he is Christ the son of the living God.’
‘So you believe that this carpenters son is God?’
‘Of course, I believe with all my heart.’
‘Well, God can’t die right?’ Judas asked Peter.
‘Yes, God is the alpha and finisher of life.’
‘Then that means the carpenter wouldn’t die right?’
‘Meaning?’ Peter asked.
‘No, I was just wondering, if Jesus is truly Christ, he wouldn’t die right?’
‘I still don’t understand. Are you plotting to kill our master?’
‘Who would do such a thing?’ Judas’s asked.’ It is impossible, how many times has he physically disappeared from our midst.’
‘Then, never speak of this again to me, you wretched thieve’ Peter said, as he stormed off.
Judas’s then left the disciples, midst and went wandering about.