Novel & Cerita Poem Salvation

He seemed smaller somehow, and his whole demeanor was timid. He couldn't even bring himself to look at me. Ignoring Eliana's cries, he grabbed her hand and dragged her away. … I'd just given birth when I heard from Keanu again. Micah was the one who told me he'd become a priest. Eliana and the other two stayed at the church for three months, yet they couldn't change his mind. … Years later, I ran into Eliana again at a banquet. She was being yanked by the hair by a middle-aged socialite. "You slut! How dare you seduce my husband?"

They now hold my salvation. ***

Be her salvation for she may very well be yours. She was my salvation and I was going to find a way to save her. No matter the cost.

Is it though? That made no sense, but I will take it. I flipped the page to see a poem written in Latin. I have never studied the language but for some reason, I was able to understand what the words meant. The poem read: For I am the light and the darkness of the night, I bring forth a sacrifice that will award me the strength to fight. A witch at night and a fairy by day, give me the sight to see the way. From the blindness of an unbeliever to the sight given to a faithful man, show me the secrets that present me with a plan. For the savior is dead and I am to rise, show me the way to the prize. This is my will so mote it be.

“My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.” “No. No. Please…” Hilary trembled in terror. “Don’t do this. Please don’t…” “Shhh… You fucked them up, Hilary, but don’t worry, you will redeem yourself tonight…with your life. You have to understand that what I am doing here isn’

Unshakable. Elara is not a threat. She is my salvation.

Like a goddess fallen from the sky. Like a salvation, I never deserved. After that... I saw only darkness.

I try to see my savior's face, but the darkness is closing in too fast. My last coherent thought before consciousness leaves me is a desperate prayer to whoever might be listening: Please don't let Maya and Derek win. Please don't let this be how my story ends. Please let me live long enough to make them pay. Then the world goes black, and I fall into an abyss where their laughter can't reach me, where their cruelty can't touch me, where something that feels impossibly like salvation waits in the darkness. But salvation is dangerous for girls like me. Hope is what got me here in the first place.

“Well, she’s protected, I’m protected, Lily’s protected. We’re all covered and you don’t have to split yourself in two trying to juggle it all if you stay up here.” He sipped his beer and stared at the wall. “You have to let us love you, honey. We’re kind of rabid when people don’t.” One side of his mouth twitched up and I smiled. “Salvation,” he whispered. “Hmm?” He faced me, sliding his hand to my pulse. “You’re my salvation, Payton.” “Honey, don’t say that,” I said. “Only God can be anyone’s salvation.” “You light my path, then.” Alex smiled. “Never in a million years did I ever think I’d find someone who could love me… not the way you love me. You humble me.”