Vengeance Is Mine Says The Lord Meaning Novels & Stories

"If you love me, shake him with this sight. Let this pain rattle his bones. Let each tear you counted from these eyes be marked upon his sword. Let not evil triumph, not here, not now." She bowed her head to the floor, her whisper one with the earth now. "Let them not escape. Not one. Let Your vengeance breathe through his roar."

How soon would my traitorous gene manifest to haunt me? "I am a traitor. I have the blood of a traitor," I whispered to myself, raising my head to look at my hands as if expected to see blood. "The bitterness in your heart," the goddess said in a subdued tone. "It is spreading." "And if I – so Valens –" My mind travelled back to the day I heard him discussing vengeance against those that wronged him. I didn't understand at first because I thought he'd killed them all but I did now. He knew my mother fled and he was searching for whatever family she may have started.

It holds me in so much of a trance that I reach out and trace the outlines of his face with my finger, wishing I could somehow will Vincent's schemes into existence from doing it. The wineglass beside me is half-empty, its contents sour on my tongue, and I find that the taste mirrors the churn in my gut. I'm thinking about power, about revenge, about the intricate web that Vincent has woven around Vieuti to wrap it around his finger-and how I'm going to cut every thread until it is all mine. Poetic justice. Yes, that's the word for it. Marcus's words echo in my mind: 'Vincent is the real king now. '

"Because I want revenge..." Yes, I am taking revenge. To get back everything that was stolen from me. My life, my people's life and the throne that was destined for me. "I am no saint for justice, revenge is my powerful weapon and I stand for it." "Then why did you even sent me that letter?" he asked. A small glint of grin appeared on my lips before I tapped his shoulder. "Because I am the same as you," I answered. I leaned closer and whispered on his ear.

“Don’t pretend to know me,” “I don’t know you in particular but I know that we were all created in the image of god and no one has a right to take anyone’s life.” “Amazing! Are you going to preach to me?” “No. I think you are smart enough to know this already.” “Well, I am here to kill you.” “Why?” “Because your husband killed my daddy. An eye for an eye. You know that concept right?” “Exodus 21 verse 23 to 25.”

I hated when brings up that side of me. Lizzy's eyes widen, "How do you know it?" I shrug, "I don't know. I could speak it, ever since I was a child." "So what does it mean?" She asks. I sigh, "It means blood for blood will satisfy the thirst for vengeance. The table evens by the death of Elizabeth Nightwalker." I could feel the fear radiating from Lizzy "In other words, they want us to be even. I killed their leader, Matheseus and so they want to kill you." Xander says.

“I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.” A gunshot rang out.

“Use that word in our lord context.” “Our lord's context?” They perked up, instantly huddled in, pointedly ignoring the dragons that were almost recovered around them. “Yes. Don’t you remember all her teaching styles?” Mina baited her people to follow the order while providing a simple example. “Retaliate. Never give up. You are the warrior.” Someone repeated the lord’s favorite quote. “Retaliate.” Mina nodded her head, vehemently. “Retaliate!” The other soon understood.

Bianca answered, “this is a famous quote from a famous man Xavier” “Are you sure taking revenge this way will make all the hate and pain go away?” With a smirk hovering across her lips, Bianca brought her glass to her lips but paused and turned to Xavier. “When you read the Bible, it says that vengeance is off the lord, right? But do you know something?” The smirk on the face intensified but the look in her eyes was deadly, it was filed with pain and anger, “The almighty made me in his exact spitting image, Xavier” the smirk disappeared, “I am made in his exact image and that means, I can dish out karma as I so desire”

Menelik growled, shifting his fiery gaze to Malik. He shifted his gaze back to the crowd, and he continued, "Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold. But tonight, ours would not just be cold, but ice cold…." "Yes… Yes." The crowd cheered in response, their voices echoing through the clearing. "He deserves it…" "He deserves it…" "He deserves it…." "He deserves it…"