Incomprehensible May God Have Mercy Novels & Stories

And still, something inside me ignited. I sobbed. “Stop! Jeremiah!” He didn’t listen. And something inside me burned hotter than pain, far more superior than my sane thoughts. “You don’t deserve my mercy or my fucking cock. You only deserve to be punished and taught a lesson.” ____ A. Gupta

A horrible understanding washed over me. I deserved this. The coffin wasn’t just a prison—it was punishment. A sentence handed down for a crime I had committed, though I didn’t know what that crime was. My chest burned as I gasped in the darkness, and the men’s faces hovered in my mind, their eyes boring into me with that same look of disgust. My lips moved, and I began to whisper words that even I did not understand. “Forgive me, Moon Goddess. Please, forgive me. I know I deserve this, but mercy can be meted out too. I plead for mercy, please, Moon Goddess.

"Kataku tojita mabuta no ura de negau koto wa ushinawareta inochi ni yasuragi wo kidzuiteagerarenakatta kokoro ni sukui wo mata au toki ni wa douka kiseki wo ( Behind my firmly shut eyes I pray: Peace for those lives that were lost, Salvation for those hearts that did not realize, a miracle for the next time we meet.) Pity that kid had to grow up without a father. ... Well, that's if I fail here!! 7th time the charm!

It pissed me off that Felicity didn’t want to leave immediately, and his voice was irritating to my ears. "What do you mean? If you would tell me, I would understand. I don’t even know if you have LBM, a headache, or something else that I would be more concerned about. If that’s why you don't want to go out with me today—okay, but it's wrong to say that I don't experience it, so I can't understand what you feel. My gosh, Elyana—don’t tell me it's rare, and you're the only one who could feel. I’m just a gay. I'm still a human,” he said, scolding me.

The contradictions entangled my thoughts, leaving me yearning for clarity. His eyes held a trace of weariness, a battle fought within, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of empathy. It was as if a glimpse into his world had unveiled layers of pain and prejudice, revealing the complexities of his beliefs. "I may not understand your feelings towards humans," I replied softly, my voice tinged with a mixture of sincerity and a desire for understanding. "But I am grateful for your intervention. Your actions spoke louder than your words, and for that, I am thankful."

In waves, I’m hot and then cold and the drone of the words carries on over me, entrancing and terrifying all at the same time. “I command you, impure spirit, along with all your minions now assaulting this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgment, that you surrender up to me the child of God, Jack Mueller Junior and make your departure. I command you moreover to obey me, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness. Dare not be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions.” The fingers

Even without contact, even without her voice naming it, time behaves differently when we are aligned. Mercy’s voice cuts in, quiet but precise. “Don’t.” I look up at her. She doesn’t elaborate. She doesn’t need to. Her expression says enough: You don’t understand what you are doing. I say the only honest thing I have. “Then help me understand.” Mercy’s eyes narrow slightly, as if she is deciding whether instruction is worth the risk. Then she exhales, a small concession. “You are consistent,” she says. “Across versions.”

An inexpressible one. ***

Freedom___meant death. My life was completely over before it even started. * *

Who am I before the gods? I am but a man who moves according to the will of the gods. I am but a man who follows the verdict of the gods and ensure that all their wishes on earth are granted and if anyone of you gathered here today has decided to disobey the will of the gods and follow the treacherous nature of your heart, I will only plead for you. I will only beg the gods to have mercy on you and forgive you for your bad deeds. Is it not the ancestors of dog that taught dog to derive joy in eating shit? Even in the most highly profane place, there is always a leader and a group of people who are led." "Great people of Umuise, I was not present when the council of elders gathered all of yo