This story I wrote inspired a book. It tells of an intelligent demon’s account of The Crucifixion
Yes, it is I—Eco, the son of a fallen angel and a human mother. Eco, the demon spawn who lives his eternal existence glorying in his damnation. Eco, who was sent by Satan to see him whose birth was prophesized.
But the babe was just a babe and nothing more. Truly, I was not particularly impressed I have to say, not at first. It was as a man that I was struck by him: by his voice and what he said. “Pray for those that persecute you!”Could he mean it I thought. How could he say such a thing? The very logic of it was illogical, was it not?I was thinking this when he looked at me. His eyes, seeming to go through me, piercing into my flesh in a way no being…
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