The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

MORE OF A REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THIS WORLD!

Jean wore his Sunday's best early in the morning. He looked in the mirror. A clean-shaven, porcelain-like face stared with its piercing brown eyes and its somewhat thin eyebrows raised.

Jean checked his mouth for any remnants of the eggs and rice he ate almost half an hour ago. Then, he turned off the bathroom lights, ignoring his dirty clothes wrapped in his towel on the hamper at the door.

Jean opened his filing cabinet with his keychain and looked at his accounted expenditures. He wondered briefly about future purchases and profitable investments. Jean shook his head and locked up the cabinet.

Eventually, Jean slipped on his shoes and the standard-issue black clergy cassock. 

It was time. He had deacon duties to do.

The drive to the Renningberry Catholic Church took only minutes. Jean stepped out of his neat and tidy blue Ford Bronco. Although it was getting old, he took diligent care of it.

Jean jingled his keys and opened the rusty doors of the Church. Its noise brought peace to his mind. Even with all the tweeting of birds, it was nice to hear noises that could alert Jean.

Jean held his duties with solemn dedication and maintained the aging organ among many other things. Hours passed and soon, he was done.

Jean laid a Bible in his lap as he sat in front of the organ. His fingers danced across the keys, practicing different arrangement of Gothic music.

A loud thrum of a sputtering transmission broke into the melody, but Jean did not stop. Soon, Pastor Nick arrived. His large form comically contrasted his position, yet his aging appearance showed he did not lack experience. He was a decent-looking man in his fifties, after all.

"Jean! You're here early, like always, huh? You're such a good kid. Are you going to lead the liturgy again?" Pastor Nick called, walking towards the altar.

"Yes, Brother Nick. 'For the Lord Grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding.' Proverbs 2:6." Jean replied. He stopped playing.

"I still don't know why you come in so early. A talented and good-hearted kid like you should be sweeping the entertainment industry!" Pastor Nick chuckled. "You play music like a Heaven-sent angel, you know that, Jean?"

"I have faith the Lord guides me to help others. 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.' Proverbs 3:5." 

"Jean! You don't have to be so stiff. Why do you need to quote the Scriptures when both of us are well-read?"

"We must stay true to our teachings. 'Without wise leadership, a nation falls; there is safety in having many advisers.' What better advisers can there be than the Scriptures themselves?"

"Well, I knew I shouldn't have argued with you. You keep drowning me in your faith. Lighten up a little, huh?" Pastor Nick scratched at his stubble.

"I'm just joking with you! I'm young but lacking experience. If I want to enjoy the world, I have to make my own fun, right?" Jean winked at Pastor Nick.

Pastor Nick jarred in his step as he was walking to his office in the basement, suitcase in hand. "Y-yeah. Life's too short to worry so much about. Just don't go overboard. You keep reminding me of old Pastor Francis."

"Fine, Brother Nick. I'll see you at Mass."

Jean continued playing the organ until the main congregation filed in.

Jean rang the bell as Pastor Nick stood behind him. They went through the Rites lethargically. When the hymns came up, Jean lively led the Choir and congregation. Jean preached for the sermon and homily about truth and happiness. He noted the tragic end of William and Veronica, with their children. The Profession of Faith and the Prayers passed quickly.

Small baskets were passed around for donations as offertory began. Soon, the end neared.

Pastor Nick only offered Natalie the pitiful amount of wine left in the chalice. She was recently accepted by Yaler, long served as a volunteer for the homeless and needy, and always had good behavior. 

After the drink, she became a little flushed so Pastor Nick helped her sit on the side. Pastor Nick blessed the congregation but said Natalie told him she wanted to confess her sins privately before leaving on Tuesday.

Members of the congregation shuffled out, slightly tired but invigorated by the teachings of Deacon Jean and Pastor Nick. Their cars slowly pulled out and left only three behind.

Jean softly smirked. He cleaned up the pews and after the Mass methodically. Today was special.

Jean stretched and decided he took long enough. Pastor Nick closed the Church doors for his private session with Natalie. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing.

Jean tucked his thick, hardcover Bible under his armpit. He slowly walked down the steps, appreciating the history of the stone foundation. At the door, he heard muffled noises. Jean unlocked the door and then knocked.

"Brother Nick? It's getting late. Shouldn't Natalie get home soon?"

Jean opened the door mid-sentence.

There, Pastor Nick stood, half-way thrusting into the sprawled form of Natalie. Her hands were bound by taut rope to sconces on the wall and her mouth was filled with a ball gag. Her legs similarly were spread apart, tied, and weakly moving in resistance.

Pastor Nick's arm was drawn back, with a riding crop in hand. It fell out of his grasp. Already, long red lines drew across Natalie's skin, slightly bleeding.

"Jean, wait!"

Jean stood in place, imprinting the memory. How many years had he known this was going on? Too many, that's how many. Father Francis didn't go to the grave willingly, and Jean knew this too...

"Jean, I can explain! This is… yes. She wanted this! We're just having adult fun! There's no need for you to be here!"

"Brother Nick," Jean said, coldly. "I was going to debate the Scriptures with you. 'My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes." Job 16:16. Is that not what I see from Natalie? 'Shouldn't someone answer this torrent of words? Is a person proved innocent just by a lot of talking?' Job 11:2. Can I trust you anymore, Brother Nick? Shouldn't I trust the words of Natalie?"

Pastor Nick slowly pulled up his pants and walked over to the door.

"Jean. Forget this ever happened. Next time--"

"NEXT TIME?!" Jean thundered.

"Jean!" Pastor Nick bowed to Jean for forgiveness. "Please!" They stood in silence.

Jean began mumbling quietly.

"What was that, Jean?" Pastor Nick asked. Another moment of silence passed.

"I called the police. They're going to arrest you."

"What?! NO! I CAN'T END LIKE THIS! HOW DARE YOU, UNGRATEFUL WHELP!! I WILL KILL YOU!!"

Pastor Nick charged at the door. Jean fled, dropping the phone.

They both ran up the stairs, and Jean let Pastor Nick catch up.

Pastor Nick tackled Jean's legs and screamed in fury. They both fell forwards.

"Let go! Let go! LET GO!!!" Jean yelled at the desperate man.

Pastor Nick pummeled Jean's androgenous legs as Jean tried to slip away.

Jean smiled brightly.

His Bible fell like a guillotine. A cold snap broke the air, and with a swift kick, Pastor Nick fell down the stairs like a ragdoll. A sickening thump splattered the end of his fall.

Jean slowly walked down the stairs, enduring the pounding his legs encountered.

At the bottom, Pastor Nick spawled like broken toy, probably looking like what the many women he groomed and tasted felt like. A pool of red began forming.

Jean bent down to feel his pulse. There was none.

Jean stumbled over to Natalie. He removed the ball gag to hear her sobbing and slowly untied her limbs. She cried endlessly, so Jean patted her head.

"There, there. It's all over. 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.' Revelation 21:4." he cooed.

Jean hugged Natalie until the police arrived.

The city launched an investigation into the incident. Many women attested to Jean's innocence and Pastor Nick's vile ways. There was enough physical evidence to put Pastor Nick behind bars for life and even more. People whispered rumors and spread gossip about Father Francis. Yet, Jean stayed a devout and proud Catholic Christian who acted in heroic self-defence. 

Jean took over the Renningberry Catholic Church. Pope Jon Paul the Great commended Jean and took measures to condemn the sexual misconduct of the Catholic Church while apologizing to victims.

Jean continued living normally, albeit with more respect and publicity. He removed one more shackle, all in the eyes of the public. He could use even more subliminal messages to imprint his alibi into the mind of the public. Jean smiled more brightly in public. It was all going to plan, after all.

Wasn't the best disguise in plain sight?

The camera views the actions of an aspiring serial killer. 

How far and how close can he come to reality?

(Written on my phone to spite Rebirth of A Serial Killer by Kotrem and because I always wanted to write  a serial killer series. 

Any similarities to real people, places, and works are not to be taken seriously.)

Sydney had gone to bed the previous night feeling violated and defeated by Jim, whom she thought she liked, whom she thought was an alright guy, but that was then and this is now. He had ruined his self image to her. It had all come out as him being a spoiled, entitled, rich, little snob. His statue she had created, had shattered into bits as she bashed it with a fireplace poker and stomped it with her foot.

Sydney woke up to Margaret shaking her vigorously, she had her hands on her shoulders. 

"Wake up already. It's time to get started!" Sydney wiped her eyes, kind of annoyed, not ready for the day, not really caring. The time after Jim had done what he did moved slower than anything she'd ever dealt with before. It crept by like pancake syrup. She couldn't focus on one particular task the night previous, and she was starting to make Margaret angry. Right before she put her head down on her pillow, Margaret spoke her own opinion rather vocally.

"You should of just given what he wanted, girl." Margaret had stopped her coming in their room right at the door. 

"And that would be right? In what way?" Sydney pushed past her, she didn't want to hear it, and she didn't want others to either. None of anyone else's business, and she wasn't interested in getting in further trouble with her masters.

"It would just be easier than what's to come!"  Margaret shook her head and pressed her fingers to her forehead where her temples were. 

"I'm not his doll, his plaything, his tool!" Sydney was enraged about the injustice she had been through.

"Useless you are right now!" Margaret barked.

"What do you mean, Margaret?!"Sydney looked confused.

"You've been messing stuff up all day long!" She scoffed. 

"What do you expect, I can't keep my head straight!"

"For you to move on like it didn't happen, it's the only way to survive this ordeal, young one." Margaret put her hand on Sydney's. 

"How would you know about all of this, what I'm going through?" Sydney frowned acutely, staring up at the slanted ceiling. 

"It's happened to many maids around her, you weren't the only one!" 

"What?" How long had this gone on for? The whole thing was a surprise to her, she had been living there for years, and didn't see things like that going on. She was wondering when such things had happened to who.

"Right. I'll tell you." Margaret patted Sydney's head. Shaking her head again.

"Every pretty maid for the past twenty years had been preyed upon by the head of the house, Mr. Phillip."

"Why hadn't I seen any of this going on?" Sydney was confused again.

"That's a long story, but let's just say Mrs. Rose Taylor, put a stop to it for awhile. Right before you were brought on."

"Well, you said twenty years. Why hadn't she stopped it before then?" Margaret closed her eyes.

"The lady is an adamant follower of Christ, our lord and savior, through the catholic church, she spent many hours in her room praying, and studying the bible. She didn't see what happened in her own home. Except, at some point, she was visited by her daughter, Jules. Who told her what happened to a little maid named Rebecca." Margaret went on to tell her what had happened to poor, unfortunate, Rebecca. Of course, it was the story Margaret had decided was appropriate, leaving out her own not so decent part in it.

"Where'd they send her? How could they do such a thing to her?!" Sydney lost her respect for Mr. Taylor and Jim, and she also achieved a new understanding of Jules. She did not like what Mrs. Taylor did to Rebecca, as clearly it was her own Husband's fault. Maybe she wanted to protect him.

"I don't know where she went. I became numb to the maids in this household cycling through, all of my friends and coworkers not being the same from year to year. I don't tend to make any friendships anymore. That's just how it is, girl." Margaret sighed. 

Sydney had a new found hate for the masters of her house, and almost was determined to take some kind of revenge. She wanted to hit that bible thumper with her own book. She wanted to cut off Phillip's male parts. She wanted to rip a hole in Jim's lips. But, instead, logically, instead of murderously, she just went to bed, crying. 

￼

A few days later, after working diligently and doing her best to ignore Jim and the other masters, Sydney had an argument about what do about her problem.

"Why can't I?!" Sydney yelled, kicking and screaming. Margaret put her hand over Sydney's mouth.

"Shh!! You don't want to wake them!" Margaret looked concerned.

"Who even cares?!" She hissed trying to be loud even though Margaret was forcing her to be quiet.

"You should be smart about all of this! What about your job? Your lively-hood? How are you to get revenge without playing it on the cool side?"

Sydney had always been a bit raging and foolhardy. She preferred to take everything head on, and honestly. She wanted to make her intentions clear, right at the start. To her dismay though, if she were to try a full throttle approach she would likely get canned.

"I could just go up to that damned bible thumper and tell her what's going on."

"There's no way you'd get to stay in this house. You'd go to where Rebecca is." Margaret put her hand over her old crinkled face, taking it off of Sydney's mouth. Sydney decided to stop being loud. She knew she was right.

"So, what do you suggest I do?"

"Make Jim fall madly for you." Margaret stared.

"Do fucking what?" Sydney was really mad now. Her blood boiled hard. Her face was as red as a beet in the summertime sunshine.

"Like I said." Margaret rolled her eyes. "Simple as that."

"I've never been with a man." Sydney said, petrified. "I don't know what I'd even do!" Sydney shook her head in defiance. Why are we all seen as sexual objects and nothing more? Sydney thought, enraged.

"You make him want you really bad. Play with his affections." Sydney had no idea how Margaret knew all this, she didn't seem like she'd ever been pretty or with someone. To toy around with someones feelings... As much as she wanted some justice to be served to those ingrates, she didn't like the idea.

"Can't I do something else?" Sydney pondered another scheme. She thought about just poisoning the master in his sleep, but all involved routes of mass destruction and not ones that would end up in her favor. If she were to kill her masters instead of manipulating them, she was going to end up on that penal colony somewhere in the pacific she heard of. She did not care for that outcome.

"You can't think of anything can you?"

"Nothing good. What Margaret, do you have in mind then? It seems like you had thought of something yourself." Sydney stared into the old maid's dirty water brown eyes.

"Just give in to his demands, but insist on playing hard to get, all at the same time. Eventually, tell him you love him, your life depends on him, you love his member. He'll start to send romantic gestures your way, I know it. Remember not to claim love too soon, keep at the hard to get game. Don't let your own feelings into it, even if he looks to be genuine." Margaret was proud of her plan, she smiled.

"That sounds about right." Sydney didn't even want to touch the guy, but she was out for his head, and his dad's, especially. In her own heart though, she did not see how she was supposed to do this, or what was to be done after him claiming his love for her.

Set vs Amon.
Welcome to the battle of the gods, where the conniving god Set of Ancient Egypt messes with the other, taking his memories, his lover, and his own ambitions away from him.  

The god of the wind and the god of chaos battle it out. To control, or to be controlled. People will be betrayed, lovers killed, feelings crushed.

Hey, i just want to say thank you for reading my book. your readership will really help me in writing this book which is my first.

The function of this Author's Note is to give help to reader about the meaning or interpretation of the story and also interesting bits about names, concepts, etc. 

WARNING!!
This is not a theology lesson so take what i say about any religion related stuff in real life with grain of salt. Do your own research if you are interested in any theological topic.

So lets begin.
TITLE.
The title of this chapter is "In The Beginning" which is actually the original title used to refer to the book of genesis of the Hebrew Bible. In Hebrew Bible, the book of genesis is refered as "Bereshyt" which is the first word in the book of genesis meaning "in the beginning" (maybe?) just like this chapter.

STORY.
This is of course a generic creation story that just so happen to be inspired by the real life Holy Bible. or was it? (yeah it is). This chapter tells a story of the creation of gods which is actually takes that all the gods as a hypocrite in some sense. lets begin, ehmm ehmm. Aku gave the lands he created to Anu yet he wanted to destroy it after he gave it albeit in deceit. Anu, well he deceived his brother to give him all the lands he created while he basically became the most venerated that even his name shall not be used in vain. El is even worse as he abused his father name to take his brothers land and enslave some of them in an eternity of servetitude as Ang-El. It is messed up.

NAMES.
Aku.
Aku comes from a japanese word (yes i'm a weabs) "aku" or pronounced "ah-koo", the word has several meaning to it (as i know it). Aku in japanese means "to open" e.g. "to open a story", so the character Aku is used to open the story as he was the first one mentioned BY NAME in the story. The word aku in japanese also means "evil" which considering the author of this story of creation is the worshipper of Anui-El which has Anu's name on it which is the opposite diety of Aku. Interestingly, since this book is written by whorsipper of El, Aku might not be the real name of this diety but rather was invented by the author of this book to make a point that this diety is not to be venerated or exalted. but i digress. 

Anu.
Anu is in real life a mythological supreme god and ancestor to all diety of mesopotamian religion(?). Anu in the story reflects his real life counterpart as the supreme god and the father of all gods. Even his name carries power with it (we will talk about concept of name) as even El is afraid to use it. Anu in the story relinquish his power to his children especially El which he gave his name. The interesting part about Anu and El is that they are believed to be the same being (maybe?) but El is the Canaanite version of Anu so in the story they did become one as Anui-El.

El
El is in real life the Canaanite version on Anu. The name "el" in Hebrew means "god" as god in general sense but sometimes as specific diety El or Elohim or El Shaddai (in the Holy Bible). El was a god specific to northern kingdom of israel (maybe?) but later syncretisized YHWH, a god from souther kingdom of judah (maybe?). El in the story has a role as the supreme diety of all including his own brothers children of Anu as he is the one to wield Anu's (once again, not a dirty word) name as Anui-El.

Anui-El
Anui-El is El wielding his father's name alongside him. This form of El is the most powerful being in existence in the story. However his power is so great that El himself is afraid of using it. Interestingly Anui-El is (was?) one of the diety in my favorite game The Elder Scroll V : Skyrim. He is the father of Auri-El (Akatosh?). So yeah play Skyrim.

Ang-El
Ang-El is obviously the play of word "angel". Now, the original meaning of word "angel" doesn't hold any meaningful relation to El even though angel is the servant of El both in the story and real life Holy Bible (maybe?). Angel came from the greek word "angelos" which means "messanger" which is translation of hebrew word "malakh". So lets say in this story that Ang-El means well "Messanger of El" (please? i can use Abdi-El instead but it doesn't have the same punch so not as cool).

El-Shaddoll.
This is obviously a play word from the name of god " El Shaddai", or was it (yes it is). It is actually name taken from a (children?) card game yu-gi-oh (which got its own anime, yes im a weabs) which i used to play. In fact El-Shaddoll was my favorite archetype. anyway, El Shaddai usually translate to "god almighty" and El-Shaddoll is a play of El Shaddai and doll. Doll is a thing which has to be controlled by something in order to move so El-Shaddoll can mean "god almighty that controls everything" (yes it is ridiculous).

CONCEPT.
___.
The mark of the beginning of which even nothingness didn't exist. The "___" are made up from 3 letters of "_" which signifies cycle of life and death that is The Creation, The Preservation and The Destruction. This concepts borrows from hinduism concept of trimurti in ehich Brahma, Vishnu, and Syiva mirror this concept of beginning as it foretold the future.

The Being.
In the story, there was a being who created nothingness out of ___ but disappear afterward. This unammed and unknown being  is the godhead of the story or basically the author of this Bible which is me (this foretold what i'm about to do to this book. ha i'm joking. am i?).

The Lands and 70.
This is an interesting thing taken from the real life Holy Bible. In the book of deuteronomy 32:8 tells a strange story of Most High (El Elyon) dividing mankind into 70 nations and giving each land to each of his children which is the gods? (wait what?) which is a bizzare story found in monotheistic setting of the Holy Bible. So weird in fact that some translation just straight up weird and confusing.

The Name and The Gift of El.
The Name in the story refers to the name "Anu". In this universe, name is imbued with power or magic behind it (In fact there will be a story (no spoiler please!!) about a man who forcefullu gather names for himself). The Name or Anu is the most powerful name ever existed that even El is afraid of using it. The Gift of El of course refer to Anu's (damnit) gift to El which is his Name.

The Oath.
Holy or un-Holy oath or just any oath in this world or specifically the Land of El is damning for its breaker as punishment is severe and will be discussed in further chapter.

The Holy Bible of El-Ven is collection of story from a fantasy world El-Den telling its creation, gods and people. The book is written with inspiration from The Old Testament in a more fantasy point of view. 

This book is not meant to mock any religion as the writer is religious himself, it is however to provide enjoyable experience or just for fun. This book is written in a style thar the people of the story are supposed to be the one authoring the book not the writer.


Author's Note:
This is the first time i wrote a book and i am not an english speaker but i enjoyed reading english materials and decided to write myself.
In this book the reader will find author's note littered within the book to give the reader help on understanding the story, its interpretation and interesting bits.



Warning : This story is fiction and the likeliness of character and name in this story in relation of real life is coincidence or satirically deliberate.

Regena's PoV
Arriving at school I separated from Yuuto-kun as he is in a different class. As I sat down my seat Aika Kiryuu came and had a strange smug smile.

Seeing this I immediately got a bad feeling.

"Ne, ne, I heard that you and Kiba shared a bed." She said to me with a whisper.

Hearing that I choked on the water I was drinking. I was kinda thirsty as we walked here in this unbearable heat.

"Do you need advice? Asia has been following them and it seemed to work according to her." She asked me.

"Wait, where did you even hear that from?" I asked her. This only happened this morning.

The only ones at home was me, Yuuto-kun and...

Finally realising the culprit I looked towards Raina who is avoiding eye contact.

"Raina-chan accidentally spilled it earlier when I asked her why she looked red." She replied answering my earlier question.

"Just dont tell anyone else..." I said to her and proceeded to explain what happened of course minus the supernatural stuff.

I just told her that I met Yuuto-kun on the way home who had something on his mind and we talked about it. I also explained that I accidentally gone towards the wrong room last night.

"I dont want to trouble Yuuto-kun with any of these rumors." I told her with a sigh.

"Hoo~ so you call him Yuuto-kun hmm? You also sound like you don't mind it that much." She said with a teasing tone. Hearing that I got embarrassed and turned to look away.

"Its not like that..." I replied in a small voice.

She was about to say something else but the teacher already arrived.

"Well we will tak about it later. If you need advice just come to me."

I let out a sigh watching her go back to her seat.

...

It was now break time. Once the bell rang Raina immediately tried to ran away but failed as I managed to caught her with a vice claw to her head.

"Onee-chan! Time out! It hurts!" She screamed out in pain.

This girl really likes to sometimes cause trouble. Although recently she had been quiet so I thought she no longer causes trouble but I it seems I was being naive.

Damn it how am I gonna face Yuuto-kun if this spreads a rumor!

Just the thought of it makes me wanna bang my head to the wall.

"So who else did you tell?"

"Ah!!! Onee-chan let go!" She continued to yell out in pain.

I sighed as I released her.

"So who else?"

"...only Asia-chan who was with us and overheard it."

Asia isnt the type of person to create rumors so it should be fine but I should see her later. However I would regret not looking for her earlier as It would be too late when I approach her.

...

Currently I am headed to the Occult Research Club room at the other school building. I have felt an aura that came from a holy sword earlier.

Coming along with me is Raina who also has a serious expression. We were worried that a strong exorcist came here and wanted to deal with our devil friends.

As we were about to knock on the door we heard an unknown girl's voice.

"The Catholic Church was in possession of two Excaliburs including mine. The Protestant Church also had two. Also in the Eastern Orthodox Church there were two as well. The last one went missing in the previous war between God, devils, and fallen-angels. One Excalibur was stolen from each Church. The ones that stole them escaped to Japan, and brought them to this town." 

Seriously why in this town? Shouldn't it be better to take it to their own territory?

"Looks like my territory is full of incidents. So who are the ones that stole the Excaliburs?" 

"The ones that stole them were the Grigori."

What?! I haven't heard anything from Father regarding this. I look towards Raina and she also had a shocked expression.

"The holy-swords were taken by the fallen-angel organisation? It's not a matter of mistake. But certainly it would be the fallen-angels when it comes to stealing them. For the devils working at the top, holy-swords does not give them much interest." 

"We know the main culprit who stole the Excaliburs. One of the leaders of Grigori, Kokabiel." 

"Kokabiel, One of the leaders of the fallen-angels that survived the previous wars since ancient times I never expected to hear the name of the one that appears in the Bible."

Kokabiel... that bastard! He really is intent on making trouble for Father...

Deciding it was the perfect time. I knocked on the door.

I then heard Rias' voice giving us permission to come inside after asking who it was.

Entering inside all eyes were on me. Looking around I saw that everyone from Rias' Peerage is present talking to 2 girls from the church.

"May I ask who you are?" Ask the girl with the blue hair with a dyed green fringe on the right side.

"Just one of the supernaturals here allied with Rias. Judging from your attire your from the church?" I asked then with a cold smile.

The two of them then introduced themselves. I looked at Yuuto-kun and saw that compared to before he can control his hatred. His behaviour is also pretty normal compared to the past few days.

The two exorcist girls then continued to explain. That several exorcists and priests sent in this town secretly were all killed.

"Our request… No. Our order is to not to have any devils intrude in the battle between us and the fallen-angels for the Excaliburs. In other words, we came here to tell you not to interfere with this incident." 

Rias' eyes changed after hearing the way Xenovia talked. I also frowned thinking that these two are being this arrogant in Rias' own territory.

"Such manner of speech. dont you have restraint? Are you thinking that we might collaborate with those fallen-angels? Perhaps that we might team up with them to do something with Excalibur?" 

"The headquarters think that it might not be impossible." Irina replied.

"The higher-ups don't trust devils and fallen-angels. We were ordered as that If the holy-swords are taken away from God's side then the devils would also be happy right? The fallen-angels would also profit from it. For those reasons it won't be weird for them to form an alliance. That's why we are giving you a warning. If you form an alliance with the fallen-angel Kokabiel then we will eliminate you all. Even if you're the little sister of the Maou, by our boss." Xenovia added.

Seeing this Rias got even more pissed.

"Don't you think you are being a bit too arrogant?" I told them which attracted their attention.

"What does someone like you a human who allied with the devils have any right in this?" Xenovia said arrogantly.

This is why I never liked those church priests...

"... If you know that I am sister of a demon king, then that means you have a lot of connections to the higher ups of the church. Then I will tell you this. We will not form an alliance with the fallen-angels. Never. In the name of the Gremory house. I will not do something that would tarnish the name of our Demon King." Said Rias cutting into the conversation.

Kinda ironic dont you think since me and Raina are half Fallen angels... Yuuto-kun has even glanced towards us for a bit before looking back at the two exorcist girls. While the two of us had awkward expressions(Raina) that only Yuuto-kun noticed.

It had become a contentious situation for both sides. However Xenovia then  laughed and continued.

"Hearing that is good enough. I had to warn you just in case that Kokabiel is hiding himself in this town along with the three Excaliburs. If something were to happen I would be the one to be hated by the bunch in the Church headquarters. Well, we won't ask for cooperation. If you were to form an alliance with God's side temporally, then it would affect the balance of the three factions. Especially if it's the little sister of a Maou."

So they are not total idiots...

After hearing Xenovia, Rias softened her expression and took a breath, calming herself down. I look towards Issei and as expected he is having trouble keeping up.

"Where is the people the Orthodox Church dispatched?" 

Xenovia answered Rias' question, 

"They have that person put on hold for this case. They are planning to protect the last Excalibur just in case Irina and I fail." 

"So it's just the two of you? You are going to retrieve the Excaliburs from a leader of the fallen angels with just the two of you? How reckless. Are you trying to die?" 

Rias said it with an amazed voice. I stand corrected they are idiots...

Why the hell would you just send these two girls? Are the people managing the church idiots? Wait dont tell me they also have a traitor among the higher ups and wanted to send these naive girls as sacrifices to send those Excaliburs to the bastard Kokabiel...?

"Yes." The two of them said with serious eyes.

"I have the same view as Irina, but if it's possible I don't want to die." 

"...You came here to Japan prepared to die? The belief in your teaching is extreme like always." 

"Don't talk ill of our beliefs, Rias Gremory. Right, Xenovia?" 

"Right. Also the Church decided that it would be better to eliminate all of the Excaliburs rather than letting them get used by the fallen-angels. Our minimum objective is to get the Excaliburs away from the fallen-angels. To accomplish that, it's okay for us to die. The only way to fight against the Excaliburs are Excaliburs."

The church is almost like a cult at this point... Full of fanatics like these two.

"Is it possible with only the two of you?" 

"Well, we won't die in vain." 

Xenovia said fearlessly to Rias' question. 

"You seem confident. Do you have a secret weapon?" 

"Maybe. I will leave it to your imagination." Xenovia said not giving out any information.

Rias then offered them some tea and snacks. To which they declined and prepared to go on their way. However it seemed this two idiots really like to mess around poking the hornets nest in the Devil's territory.

"When I saw you in Hyoudou Issei's house I thought that maybe it was you. Are you the "Witch" Asia Argento? I never expected to meet you in a place like this." 

Xenovia said. Asia's body shook after she was called "Witch". That word is something painful to Asia. Irina seemed like she noticed as well and stared at Asia. 

"Are you the rumored "witch"? The former holy-maiden? You are said to have the power that can also heal devils and fallen angels, right? I heard that you were sent somewhere after getting exiled, but I never thought you became a devil." 

"...Ummmmm...I...I...…"

Seeing this both me and Raina had cold eyes and prepare to intervene should the situation change.

Asia didn't know how to react to Irina and Xenovia. 
"It's okay. I won't tell the higher ups what I saw here, so rest assured. People who were around the "Holy-maiden Asia" will also get shocked as well." 

"......…" 

Asia made a perplexed expression at Irina's words. 

"But to become a devil. The one who was called a "Holy-maiden". You fell to the lowest place you could. Do you still believe in our God?" 

As he heard them continue to berate Asia, Issei had a dark expression. Clearly being angered by these two.

"Xenovia. There's no way that she, who became a devil, still believes in God." 

Shidou Irina said it with an amazed face. 

"No, I can smell the "belief" from her. It might be an abstract way of saying it. But I'm sensitive to these things. There are people who betray the teachings and still have guilt within them because they couldn't forget the teachings. I can feel something similar coming from her." 

Xenovia said it with sharp eyes and Irina stared at Asia even more with interested eyes.

Hearing that, Xenovia took her sword out from the cloth and pointed it at Asia. 

"Is that so. Then you should be cut down by us this instant. If it's now, I can cut you in the name of God. Even if you have sinned, our God will forgive you."

Seeing this we decided to intervene. I materialized some golden ripples in the air with various swords aiming at them. Raina also materialized the [Astral Codex] as rings appeared on her fingers.

Issei blocked the approaching Xenovia intending to protect Asia.

"Dont you think thats going to far?" I said with a cold expression.

The other girl Irina also unsheathed her sword and prepared to fight.

"Don't touch her." 

Issei said clearly to Xenovia.

"If you come close to Asia, I won't forgive you. You called Asia a "Witch" didn't you?" 

"Yes I have. Right now she is a being at least fit to be called a "Witch"." 

Hearing that Issei's anger arose. Me and Raina as well was angered by that statement. Rias and the others also was staring at them with cold eyes.

"Don't fuck around! Not even a single person helped her when she needed help! Those who can't understand Asia's kindness are a bunch of idiots! It's also wrong that none of them tried to become her friend!" 

"Do you think the "Holy-maiden" needed friends? What's important is the charity to others. The "Holy-maidens" are finished when they seek friendship and love from others. She could have continued to live with the love from God. So Asia Argento didn't have the right to be a "Holy-maiden" 
from the beginning."

"So you guys selfishly made her into a "Holy-maiden" and abandon her because she's different from those who seek her? That's fucked up! It fuckin is!" Issei yelled out extremely pissed.

"God loved her. If nothing happened then it means that she didn't believe in him enough, or her belief was fake." 
Are the people in the Church all like this? Was Asia living among these guys? Don't screw around... Don't screw around."
 "What are you to Asia?" 

"Family. Friend. Comrade. That's why I will help Asia. I will protect Asia! If you try to lay a hand on her, I will turn all of you into my enemies." 

Xenovia sharpened her eyes at Issei's provocation. 

"Is that a declaration to us...all of those in the Church? Something big coming out from a single devil. Gremory. I think you didn't educate him enough?" 

"Ise, sto..." Rias and Asia is trying to stop Issei who is extremely furious.

"Nice declaration Issei." I said towards him.

"Just trash from the church isnt worth much. If you need help I'll back you up." I said with a cold smile towards the exorcists.

Unlike my anger towards Fallen Angels which lessened my hatred towards Exorcists is still there. What these two said towards Asia also cannot be forgiven. Raina is especially mad as she considers Asia as a disciple since she did train her.

Hearing me insult the church the two were clearly angered.

"What did you say?!"

"I said that those from the church are trash..." I said once more emphasizing the last word.

" God wont forgive your blasphemy towards the church."

"How interesting, I also dont forgive them."

I then turned to Yuuto-kun who nodded.

"Then how about this. Me and Yuuto-kun will be your opponent." I said with a cold smile.

Regina and Raina has only ever known their mother, through their whole childhood. Even though their Father was absent during this time they lived a happy life with their mother, however everything changed when they were 12 years old as several exorcists from the arclight family came to eliminate their family, in an act of desperation their mother acted as bait and held of the attackers enough for the sisters to escape. This day marked their vow to become strong and get revenge for their mother.

[Highschool DxD Fanfic.]
My first ever fan-fic apologies if there are in consistence to the main story. Recommendations are welcomed as well as criticism, as long as its for the better of the story.

I woke up to the sound of somebody humming. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I found myself staring at a a white ceiling with no air vents. Where was I? Suddenly everything that happened before I blacked out came flooding back. I turned my head slightly to the left which hurt for some reason and I saw a Nurse adjusting the tubes that were connected to monitors behind me that were connected to me.


 I tried to talk, but I couldn't then the Nurse noticed that I was awake. 



She smiled wide "Well howdy Sunshine, it's about time you woke up, how are you feeling?"



I tried to speak again, but it was like my throat and vocal chords weren't functioning. 



She shook her head and patted my hand in sympathy "Sunshine, you won't be able to talk for a couple of days possibly weeks. Your lungs inhaled way to much of the gasoline smoke. So far your lungs are cleared, but your throat is swollen badly. You won't be able to eat solid foods, we're going to be connecting a tube is actually where we'll be feeding you liquids through. I'm really sorry about what happened to you, but it truly is a miracle that you survived. My oh my where are my manners? My name is Nurse Nelly and your name, Lily is beautiful just like you are."



I also had a hard time believing that I was alive which made me wonder if there was someone up there watching over me. What I really wanted to know was if Justin was okay. 



It was like this Nurse read my mind "As for the young man that was found with you, he's still unconscious. There's a possible risk that he will slip into a coma if he doesn't wake up within the next twelve hours."



What? Then I realized that it was  because he hadn't been covering his nose and mouth as long as I had. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have done what he told me to do then I wouldn't be awake right now while he would've been. If I ended up losing Justin over this I have no idea how I was going to live with myself with the guilt that was probably going to consume me.




I just hope that whoever did this to us gets caught and never tries anything like this again. That unknown person almost killed us so this had been the doing of someone who didn't just dislike me, but someone who hated me. I couldn't even begin to think who could've done something like this at least not yet. Nurse Nelly went to get my family saying that she was going to let them visit with me until I fell asleep since my lungs which were worn out were going to make my body feel worn out too.




When I saw my Mom walk in and take my leftJhand in both of hers with tears running down her cheeks I felt my own tears rolling down my cheeks too. I couldn't make a sound, but I knew that my Mom knew how I was feeling by watching me cry. I was angry, frustrated and annoyed at whoever did this. Then the Doctor walked in fifteen minutes later and explained that my left lung was going to need a transplant and if I didn't get one soon we all knew without him saying it that I wasn't going to make it.



So now I was going to have to stay at the hospital for as long as it took for me to get a transplant and until I fully recovered.



FOUR MONTHS LATER




The past four months a lot had happened. I recieved a lung transplant three days later. However because of all of the smoke I had inhaled I now had asthma. So when I was discharged from the hospital two weeks later I had to pick up my prescription which was an inhaler that I would now have to use twice a day. 



I kept going back to the hospital every day after school for three hours where I would talk to Justin about my day or do my homework or both. Justin ended up slipping into a coma the day I got my lung transplant so although he can probably hear me talking to him he doesn't respond or move at all. Brenda who invites me to go shopping with her once a week told me that the Doctors don't think Justin is going to pull out of his coma. Brenda doesn't want to disconnect him since she has hope that he'll pull through. 



Lately though since I feel like I'm to blame for what happened to Justin I've been stressing out more than usual and I feel like my stress might turn into depression. I just don't know how to help Justin get through this, but I visit him everyday anyway because it's my fault that he's in a coma, it should've been me. During the night I wake up with nightmares about Justin waking up and telling me that he hates me that everything that happened to him was all my fault and then he'd dump me and tell me that he could never be with a girl who almost got him killed. I'd wake up in a cold sweat and I'd have a panic attack with wheezing so I'd have to use my rescue inhaler or if I didn't I'd pass out or worse. 



Brenda, Kyle and my Parents were worried about me and I appreciated them being there for me and trying to comfort me, but it didn't make me feel better. I was stressed and depressed for two and a half months. I was pushing everyone away and keeping to myself and I made a promise to myself that once Justin woke up and came out of the coma I was going to break up with him because I didn't want him to get hurt again because of me. I didn't want to be the third girl who break his heart like the other two did, but what else was I supposed to do?




If he died I wouldn't be able to live with myself. The one of my cousins' Myra Winters invited me to go to a Christian church with her. So since I had nothing better to do I went. She told me that she was a Christian-Catholic and I had always admired her ever since I had been in middle school and she had been in high school. 



She was kind-hearted and sweet as well as beautiful and she always forgave never holding a grudge. I had always wanted to be like her and I could never say 'no' to her. She drove us there in her silver box jeep and once we got off and entered the building we sat in the last row. The music that was playing was like nothing I had ever heard and the voices sounded like Angels, as one voice there wasn't one voice that stuck out. 



As I listened to the words they were singing and to the soft, gentle music I felt at peace. It was like nothing I had ever felt before since my life had never felt so at peace like that moment had. Then the Pastor started to talk about God's love how He loves us and how He always will. 


"God loves you and although you feel like you're not worthy of His love it doesn't matter because he loves you and nothing you do will ever make Him stop loving you because His love is infinite which means He will love you forever."



At those words my heart started pounding so hard and loud in my chest. He ended with those words then he said a closing prayer and we exited the building. 




Once we were back inside her jeep, Myra glanced at me with a smile "What did you think?"



I turned to look at her "I want to know more about God."



She nodded "So then would you like to accompany me every Wednesday and Sunday?"



I arched my left eyebrow in confusion "Why Wednesdays?"




"We have Bible study group those days, you can learn more about God that way too, whatever question you have the Bible has the answer."




I was intrigued and fascinated. So I spent the next two and a half months going to church and to Bible study with Myra while still going to college and visiting Justin at the hospital. I told Justin everything that was happening in my life and while a part of me hoped that he would be just as intrigued and fascinated about all of this too. The other part was hoping that he's been listening to everything that I've been saying to him because I don't want to keep any secrets from him, the love of my life.

Regarding the matter of praying to Mr. Fool, Baldur raised both hands and feet in agreement. He didn't have any intention of pressing Bonn.
He prayed for more than a minute after waking up in the morning and before sleeping at night. He would thank Mr. Fool for bringing the pure sunlight, delicious food, and a life of no despair.
"Alright, I'll prepare the ingredients for today first." Baldur smiled as he nodded at Bonn.
A few minutes later, he brought many bags of ingredients into the kitchen, as if he was carrying a few rolls of curtains.
At this moment, Bonn found a chair and sat down. He sincerely prayed to Mr. Fool.
"The great ruler who controls the spirit world, The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, I wish to be blessed by you. I hope that you can fulfill my wish of escaping from my deformity…"
In the cathedral on Philips Street, in several areas in Bayam, in the New City of Silver, and the New Moon City that was located in a forest, prayers echoed softly simultaneously.
The extremely self-conscious Xin, Rus, and company vaguely guessed that Mr. Fool was planning on granting such a wish. As they prayed, their bodies trembled, unable to control themselves.
They yearned to be like normal people.
They were also looking forward to the bustling and lively Bayam. They yearned for the grilled fish made from a secret recipe, the candy factories, and delicacies from all over the world. They yearned for a life to drink, chat, sing, and dance.
In the ancient palace above the gray fog, The Fool Klein, who was sitting at the end of the long bronze table, saw bits of pure light light up one after another, forming a majestic sea of stars in front of him.
The prayers overlapped and echoed inside Sefirah Castle as ripples appeared.
Klein closed his eyes and took it in for a few seconds. He raised his right hand and bent his middle finger, rapping the edge of the long mottled table.
An invisible force spread out like waves on the surface of water. It surged into every prayer point of light and landed on the residents of Moon City.
Xin suddenly felt something and raised her hand to touch the middle of her face.
The next second, she felt her nose.
Almost instinctively, Xin stroked that position several times from top to bottom before she believed she had grown a nose and was no longer deformed.
She instantly closed her eyes, bent down, and pressed her forehead to the ground. She couldn't help but praise Mr. Fool.
The praises around her grew louder and louder, becoming more and more uniform.
Rus's eyes separated; Bonn's eyes became symmetrical; and in Moon City, every deformed person, or those who were ugly because of the traits they inherited, had broken through their original restrictions and their bodies were transforming towards a state of normalcy.
At this moment, be it in New Moon City, the New City of Silver, or Bayam, they heard the bell of the cathedral ring.
Gong!
The ethereal gong of the bell reverberated in the hearts of everyone in Moon City. It rang in the ears of every person who heard it, as though it could cleanse their souls and bring them the most genuine feelings towards life.
The tears that Xin, Rus, and company held back finally flowed out. They felt their minds and bodies turn tranquil, no longer having a speck of dust tainting them.
They subconsciously raised their heads and cast their gaze towards the source of the gong. They discovered that it came from beyond New Moon City, an unknown distance away from where they were.
A miracle… A thought suddenly popped into the minds of the Moon City citizens.
In the new City of Silver that was connected to them, Waite Chirmont and company cast their gazes into the distance and cast their gaze towards Bayam.
The gong came from there.
"Praise Mr. Fool!" They mumbled at the same time as they pressed their right palm to their left chest.
In Bayam City, Bonn adjusted his postures with Baldur who had tears streaming down his face. They faced Philips Street and towards the cathedral that belonged to Mr. Fool. They listened attentively and gratefully to the holy chimes from Heaven.
However, above the gray fog, The Fool Klein was somewhat astonished and confused.
The sudden chiming of the bells wasn't within his plans.
He then turned his gaze to The Fool's cathedral at 16 Phillips Street.
Almost at the same time, he used the prayer lights to see the tall bell tower that was attached to the cathedral. He saw a young man wearing a pointed hat and a classic black robe standing at the top of the bell tower.
This youth was holding a black bell hammer and was striking the bell repeatedly.
As if sensing the gaze from above, the youth stopped. He lifted his head slightly and adjusted the crystal monocle on his right eye.
At the same time, his smile widened.
"…" Klein nearly cursed.
At this moment, his eyes glazed over almost in an unconcealed manner. He didn't understand why Angel of Time Amon would suddenly appear and seriously strike the bell of his cathedral.
Klein was actually mentally prepared for Amon's and Zaratul's possible arrival. This was because there were just too many people in the City of Silver and Moon City. There was no way they could secretly integrate with the outside world.
In other words, the City of Silver and Moon City would definitely be known to the various Churches and secret organizations. Under such circumstances, be it public or private proselytizing, it wouldn't affect any future development. Therefore, Klein silently agreed to the City of Silver's attempts to proselytize the faith of The Fool. This was preparation for him to have more anchors for his advancement to Sequence 1.
Due to this premise, he was prepared for Zaratul, Amon, and other hidden enemies to come to Bayam. He even hoped that they would do so.
Here, Klein, who had the status and level of a King of Angels in Sefirah Castle, was able to fully display his home ground advantage. As for the City of Silver, it also had Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts. It could completely resist Amon and take down Zaratul.
Compared to his main body suddenly encountering a prepared enemy elsewhere, or the discovery of his marionette city, this was undoubtedly a better choice.
However, Amon's current actions confused Klein. He didn't understand what the God of Deceit wanted to achieve.
…
16 Phillips Street, inside The Fool's cathedral.
The archbishop-on-duty, the City of Silver's six-member council's Elder, Derrick Berg, also looked up in astonishment at the stained glass.
Rays of sunlight shone inside, allowing Derrick to read one scene after another.
As the black bell hammer fell, the tremors of the bell gradually stopped.
I didn't arrange for someone to strike the bell… Derrick frowned.
As a member of the City of Silver, as a demigod in the Sun domain, he had a sharp intuition and knew that something must've gone wrong.
However, the strange ringing of the bell didn't bring any accidents. Besides the ringing, everything seemed normal.
As Derrick observed the surroundings with the help of his Unshadowed Beyonder powers, he quickly considered whether the bell had any symbolic significance in mysticism.
After eliminating the possibilities, he suddenly recalled the Holy Bible of The Fool made up by the City of Silver.
There was content related to the striking of bells!
It was used to describe the relationship between Angel of Time Amon and Mr. Fool to confirm "His" true status.
Towards that sentence, Derrick was still against it because he knew that Blasphemer Amon wasn't Mr. Fool's Blessed. Their relationship wasn't even harmonious, and was actually hostile.
However, the lies he made previously had convinced the other members of the City of Silver's six-member council. They believed that Angel of Time Amon was the first entity appointed by Mr. Fool to cast down the light for the people of the Forsaken Land of the Gods. It was because "He" had Parasitized Derrick, which had resulted in the subsequent changes, all the way until hope descended.
Derrick had wanted to explain, but he was embarrassed. That would only bring up too many lies, making him lose his image with the other Elders of the six-member council and citizens of the City of Silver. It was just like Miss Justice had said before, a social death.
Finally, he chose to delay any actions, hoping that Mr. Fool would take a look at the Holy Bible. If there was anything inappropriate with the descriptions, "He" would definitely send a divine revelation to change the views.
To his surprise, Mr. Fool didn't say anything and silently agreed with the contents of the Holy Bible.
Could it be that Amon is striking the bell? Derrick was momentarily dazed as he found it too unbelievable.
He hurriedly lowered his head and began praying, reporting this matter to Mr. Fool.
…
Above the gray fog, inside Sefirah Castle.
Before Klein could eliminate Amon, the other party suddenly turned transparent and transformed into a beam of light before vanishing from the bell tower.
What does this fellow want? If "His" father is the Emperor and not the ancient sun god, then I can reasonably suspect that "He" is striking a death knell for me… As Klein checked if there were any Amons lurking in the bodies of the City of Silver and Moon City citizens, he analyzed Amon's motives without any clue in mind.
Just as he was about to use divination to seek clues, Derrick completed his prayer.
…Holy Bible, Holy Bible? The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he summoned from the junk pile the Holy Bible that the City of Silver had sacrificed to him.
Previously, he had only flipped through a few pages, but he was too embarrassed to continue reading it. He took on a position of burying his head in the sand.
Of course, he wasn't careless in this aspect. He was still extremely cautious. He used divination inside Sefirah Castle to confirm that the Holy Bible wouldn't bring him any harm.
With this premise, he allowed the City of Silver to use this Holy Bible.
He slowly took a deep breath and reached out his right hand. He flipped the scriptures page by page.
His facial muscles began to twitch, and the corner of his lips uncontrollably parted.
Klein flipped faster and faster. Finally, he saw the last page.
Pa!
Klein suddenly closed the book and threw it back onto the junk pile.
After this miracle in Moon City, yes, the potion has mostly been digested. The marionette city will have to step onto the stage of history… Klein observed his condition without expression and nodded indiscernibly.
Ever since he had gained preliminary control of Sefirah Castle, he could receive digestion feedback from the real world.


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

POST #21 FROM THE BOOK "NEW-CLEAR BOMBS FROM NITHYA SATSANG"
 
Following is an extract from the book titled: 108 New-Clear Bombs from Nithya Satsang, from the teachings of His Divine Holiness (HDH) Nithyananda Paramashivam, the living incarnation of Paramashiva. Through simple truths, HDH causes powerful cognitive shifts in individuals in his/her path of enlightenment.
 
Section: STRAIGHT SOLUTIONS FOR LIFE


21. Choose transformation, not conversion 



A Jewish man lives in a Catholic neighborhood. Every Friday, the Catholics are driven crazy, because while they are eating fish, the Jew is outside barbecuing delicious steak, which they cannot eat. 
So the Catholics decide to work on the Jew to convert him to Catholicism. Finally, after many threats and much pleading, the Catholics succeed. They take the Jew to a priest, who sprinkles holy water on him and says, 'Bom a Jew, raised a Jew, now a Catholic! The Catholics are ecstatic! No more delicious but maddening smells every Friday evening!' 
But the next Friday evening, the smell of barbecue wafts through the neighborhood. The Catholics all rush to the Jew's house to remind him of his new dict. They see him standing over a fire, cooking steak. He is sprinkling water on the meat and saying, 'Born a cow. raised a cow, now a fish!' 
Conversion is one of the worst kinds of foolishness! The intelligent thing to work for is the transformation of the other, not their conversion. Always support transformation, never conversion. 
For reading the entire book "New-Clear Bombs From Nithya Satsang", visit:
http://www.nithyananda.org/book/en/108-new-clear-bombs-paramahamsa-nithyananda
If you wish to support building KAILAASA - the enlightened civilization that is being revived by His Divine Holiness Nithyananda Paramashivam, you may contribute at:
http://gateway.nithyananda.org/kailaasaunion/
For participating in enlightening programs, visit:
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Following is an extract from the book titled: 108 New-Clear Bombs from Nithya Satsang, from the teachings of His Divine Holiness (HDH) Nithyananda Paramashivam, the living incarnation of Paramashiva. Through simple truths, HDH causes powerful cognitive shifts in individuals in his/her path of enlightenment.
 
Section: STRAIGHT SOLUTIONS FOR LIFE

As to how to deal with the statue, the elfins disagreed. While Zhang Zian was gone, they were arguing about it, which woke Richard up.
Famous said, "I roughly understand the situation. My opinion is, since this is an unlucky object, we might as well figure out a way to take it apart. We could cut it into eight pieces… That, or we could just throw it into the furnace and melt it, like in Terminator 2. I don't see how it could still make trouble after that."
Vladimir agreed with its opinion. "I said it before––if I could draw my sword overtop heaven, I'd cleave it in three! One piece for Europe, one for America, and one to keep in the east!"
Old Time Tea was very serious. It said, "Zian, from what I know, this is not the only statue that exists, right?"
"Yes, this statue is only a duplicate. Although it is modeled with modern technology after the original, it is a duplicate. The original is located in the British Museum. I do not know how many of these kinds of perfect duplicates exist, and I do not know where they are all at," Zhang Zian answered.
"That's it. It's easy to destroy this statue, but after destroying it, how do you know that other statues won't return its soul from the dead using their body?" Old Time Tea stated. "The other statues are not under our control. If one of them resurrects, I'm afraid that by the time our generation perceives it, it will be too big to kill off…"
Old Time Tea's fears were justified. Other replicas were scattered all over the world. If they destroyed the statue, then the evil it represented may be quietly transferred to other statues… Once it succeeded in becoming a genuine elfin, things would be very troublesome.
"From my viewpoint, it is better to keep this statue. Although it has lost its breath of life on the surface, I have an intuition that evil still remains in it." Old Time Tea pointed to the Holy Cat Statue and said, "Keep it here and watch it closely, so we are able to keep an eye on it. Once it shows signs of recovery, we can make a move to deal with it in advance."
Old Time Tea's suggestion was logical, factual, and got the agreement of everyone.
Not only Old Time Tea, but Fina and Vladimir also vaguely felt that the evil did not leave the statue completely, but remained in its depths. Instead of destroying the statue and causing it to escape and transfer, they might as well watch over it. With the elfins sitting watch, the first signs of revival could be easily detected.
The curse that the Holy Cat Statue gave before it died was chilling. Although neither Zhang Zian nor Vladimir believed in the superstition of the curse, there was a knot in their hearts.
"I have a suggestion." Fina, who had been quiet all along, suddenly opened its mouth.
Out of the elfins present, no one was more familiar with the Holy Cat Statue than Fina. After all, 2,000 years ago, they had fought multiple times. Fina's opinion was very valued.
"What suggestion?" Zhang Zian asked. The other elfins listened attentively.
"I think that Old Time Tea's words have logic. This statue is really not easy to destroy. We should prevent the evil from transferring to other statues," Fina said slowly.
Zhang Zian was stunned. He thought that it was about to express a different opinion… Could it be that it agreed with Old Time Tea?
Fiona's tone changed, and it unexpectedly asked, "It's feasible for us to monitor it, however… can we really monitor it for a lifetime?"
Zhang Zian and the other elfins were speechless. Fina had brought up a vital point.
The Holy Cat Statue, the annoying bronze lump, could wait. It had time. It could lie dormant for ten years… It could lie dormant for a hundred years, or even for thousands of years. Its greatest advantage was waiting.
How long could Zhang Zian and the elfins stay alive for? How long could they watch it for?
Perhaps, at that time, the evil ill in the cat god statue was still wantonly laughing at Zhang Zian and the elfins. They could win for a short while, but not for a lifetime!
Of course, the elfins could say, "Do whatever you want. After I die, I don't care about anything!" But they did not have those kinds of personalities. Neither their glory nor their beliefs allowed their former defeated rivals to laugh in the end.
Vladimir struck the ground heavily with its claws and sighed with emotion. It said, "Who is the guardian of the statue? Not yet done, body tired, temples autumn! Our generation, long-cherished wishes, pay to the east!"
Zhang Zian did not know about the Holy Cat Statue, but he knew about Fina's character. Since it raised that question, it was because there were corresponding countermeasures.
"Then do you have any good ideas?" he asked.
Fina nodded hesitantly. It stared at the Holy Cat Statue and said, "There is one way, but I'm not sure if it'll work…"
"Oh? Say it anyway. Everyone can judge whether or not it'll work. Perhaps we can change it from an impossible method to something that can work," Zhang Zian urged.
The other elfins also regained their confidence. Even Richard, who liked to make jokes at critical moments, did not mess around.
Fina's expression darkened. "As far as my palace knows… From the beginning of the collapse of the kingdom of God till now, there has not been a cat abuse incident on a scale similar to this except in medieval Europe. Why do you think that is?"
The cat abuse movement in the Middle Ages was initiated by the Catholic Church, because the Catholic Church connected cats with devils and witchcraft.
Pope Gregory IX issued the famous oracle, The Voice of Rome, and in that oracle, he severely condemned a group of evil worshippers living in Germany and described in detail what they had done.
It was said that the worshippers had made a statue of a big black cat. Through a series of evil rituals, the statue of the big black cat had been revived. The worshipers crawled on the ground, kissed its butt, and showed their loyalty to it.
The Church was deeply shocked and, of course, could not stand for it. Out of fear of evil heresy, the Church resolutely issued an order for the slaughtering of cats and launched a cat massacre, which reduced the number of cats in Europe to the point of near extinction––especially black cats, which were wiped out entirely.
The cat god statue in the shop was dark and almost completely faded into the darkness. Only when strong light shined on it did the surface of the cat turn dark green, which was caused by it being buried in the damp ground for a long time.
But if it had been dug out a thousand years prior, or had been buried in a dry place, perhaps it would have been pure black, and only a little green.
It was unconvincing to say that the statue of the big black cat, which caused panic in the church in the Middle Ages, had nothing to do with the Holy Cat Statue. Most likely, the Europeans dug up a similar cat god statue and then returned to Europe, which eventually led to a catastrophic disaster in Germany.


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