Pray

                                   He had always sought himself to be one of those religious man as he claimed to be. Like his brothers Clarence and Victor whose souls would definitely be cleaner than his own and heart as pure as children ; or so he’d always thought. Clarence in particular are the more religious amongst the three and had he frequently reminded Julius to always pray and be thankful to the Lord. He did – but after the years went on, he fell into the clutches of what the world had offered him { with both goods and bads } and he fell void of what the afterlife would offer him then. He believed in what God had promised for life later on, yet there was a bigger part of him that had stopped believing – along with all the cruelty had displayed and lain before his eyes and by his hand; he wondered if God was ever there to believe.           But he frequented the church ; although not in prayers; he asked to himself mostly, { and not God } whether would he be truly forgiven and if he could come back to his faith, be cleansed once more.

  “As you said it is between you and I however, and it is why I asked you, Julius.” His name was said freely as they have always known it. “You manipulate others and twist words around, you murder and you rape, you aid another in their cruel acts with nary a complaint. Thus your good ending was robbed by your own hand.” The gentleness of their tone was replaced with harshness, speaking his actions aloud so that he may hear them as if he had forgotten crimes. A hand had reached forward to grip onto the other’s own with a firm hold.

“Julius Abraham Taylor, you are going to Hell.” 

too late

   “I see, it is no good to forget even with the sins you have committed.” Again, their words are said in passing as though they were never truly directed him. Prayer was a beautiful act, that humans had taught them so long ago. The being would not condemn another for not praying however, it was an act that required the individual and no one else. “It is fine if you sit here and no you are not disturbing me or my prayers!” Their prayers were a constant in this world, it could not be stopped by a mortal man ( or any being ). A moment of silence washed over them then, the being content with merely thinking rather than speaking for a time.  They had come to this man, this Julius Abraham Taylor, a murderer, a rapist, in the guise of a church-goer. He was their child, and it was the duty of the parent to guide and when they finished their gaze would turn to his friend next.

 “Tell me if you do not mind, where is it do you think you will go when you come to pass?” A harmless question! A loaded question! One that would bring about their true words in accordance to this man.