Hearing the sorrowful chant in his heart, brought the old man who was lying down on the bed to tears. "Leave me now!" The old man said quietly in anger while choking back his tears, causing the two ladies around him to quickly run away from the room they were within, in great fear.
Strangely the slightly crying voice that came out of his mouth sounded similar to the one that was talking to Jaiym earlier. The one that called himself Blood Heaven.
After everyone left, the old man sat up and thought in his head as the chant echoed on in his heart. 'My people, you have suffered by the hands of my family on our quest for revenge. My Divine Father….we have sinned!'
As the chant continued on in his heart, he couldn't help but continue crying softly in sadness as well, after feeling the extreme sadness coming from the voices within the chant in his heart. 'No Divine Father! I must continue my sins, even if it means forsaking my own people.' He continued in sadness, fear and guilt, before steeling his mind, and closing his eyes forcefully.
After he closed his eyes in meditation, tears no longer came out of his eyes. But the aura of sadness could be seen lingering around him. He spent the rest of the day in that position, hoping the chanting would stop soon.
"My Divine Father….I have forsaken you." An extremely old man said difficultly, while holding back tears that were threatening to fall from his dark, blood red eyes. The extremely old man, who was dressed in a white robe that had one long blood red stripe going down its center, was sitting meditatively on a soft cotton-like cushion in what seemed to be the inside of a dark cave.
He had a head full of long, blood red hair that was darker than usual, and the shriveled up skin on his body made him look like he was already nearing the end of his life, yet there was a trait to him that made him appear younger and livelier than he should be.
Next to him was a cordless sawzall-like weapon, on the ground. The weapon looked lifeless and ancient, as if it had been around since the birth of the universe, and was already about to crumble to dust.
On the dirt ground where the old weapon was placed, blood red lines could be seen surrounding it. The blood red lines, that crisscrossed like a net around the weapon, could be seen all over the dark cave that the extremely old man sat within.
Looking at the red lines that crisscrossed all over the cave slowly, the old man unwillingly started to chant slowly in sadness, as a thought entered his mind. 'For this weapon, I have forsaken my Divine Father. Was it worth it?'