Lifting his eyes to the lonely heavens, he felt his watery eyes about to explode, but he gazed still, hoping for an answer for his desert which he had enslaved himself into. Surrounded by mountainous piles of lifeless bodies and their choking stench, he knew that he was too lucky to be the only breathing soul at that moment in time and the silent heavens were the only hope of salvation for him.
His feeble knees were gnashing loudly, his colourless flesh was slowing peeling off his body and thanks to the merciless sun which had burnt off his clothes, his nudity did not intimidate his guts to offer supplications of help through his deadly eyes. Defeated by extreme fatigue and body-wrecking hunger and thirst, his own voice had divorced his mouth and vowed to never give aid in his call for help from above.
Every second, dots of his breath were escaping his soul. Kneeling on a harsh but trash of a rock, his arms straightened above, speaking divine sentiments that only his heart could express. The foes of his land had slaughtered his people by pulling the heavy triggers of their dreadful riffles and by simply, chopping their frightened necks with razor-sharp axes that not even a demon could resist.
His land had become a bloody yard, whose heart-beat had been held captive by the armies of his foes and he alone, was the only one of his own people breathing and the army knew it. They searched for him, believing that if they didn’t send him to the land of the dead just like his people, he would receive a supernatural rescue which would defeat their existence.
They were after him, they wanted him and he was after divine intervention that would create a new heaven in his land and bring the stolen breath of life back to his people. Finally, they saw him, kneeling on that rock, motionless and silent like a corpse, fearing nothing but hoping for a rescue.
He felt their noisy presence, escorted by heavily armed war vehicles and monstrous soldiers savagery enough to eat new born baby. They slowly drew near, with their rifles aimed at him, ready to shoot and slaughter their one-man enemy who to them, seemed unaware of their approach. In his heart, He dared the heavens to show up and prove their mightiness against his foes, so that his land would finally have a master to glorify.
Moments later, the chief army commander gave permission, triggers were pulled, shots were fired, guns roared non-stop, bullets hurled and thick white smoke flooded the land.
They were sure, they had killed him and the soldiers were even tired of the endless shooting. Behold, at the departure of the smoke, he appeared, stood tall and strong on his rock, surrounded by angelic armies which had appeared from nowhere.
They had never seen anything like that before: a human teaming up with countless number of angelic beings arrayed in pure-white and lightening shimmering garments with unearthly gold riffles which not only seemed heavy but stunning and deadly altogether. The man and his angels fired a rain of bullets for only five seconds and that’s all it took to turn the heavily armed army of the enemy into mountains of lifeless bodies.
The angelic army lifted their golden riffles and gave honour to their master above. The collectively loosened their tongues and sang a magnifying hymn that released a sudden miracle on spot. As they sang, the lifeless citizens of the land rose from their dust of death, embraced a new and refined nature and danced their way back to life again. The enemy had fallen, the heavens had intervened, the land gained its domination and raised its flag of victory high above – thanks to Bizzana who had pleaded for rescue from above.