I spent the whole day in local church which was about a mile far from my house. I had known all nuns and fathers of there and they we spent all the time by talking about spiritual things.

I didn’t mention about evil to them. I didn’t even utter word: SATAN, even though it was all I had in my mind.

He looked at the beautiful mosaics of virgins, men and women holding and breast feeding their babies. I always had found myself uncomfortable with nude and under – dresses images of women on the mosaics. "Even sex can be sacred and so is nudity." one of those oldest nuns had said once (who were still virgin).

I felt gleaming green, yellow and red rays of light hit my face through the mosaics. I knelt down with tears rolling down the eyes while I prayed Lord.

I looked at the beautiful mosaics turn brighter and brighter until sun had rise so dazzling, it no more spread colors. The light fell on me but not on the giant cross. I waited till the noon by waiting if the sunlight would come and touch the cross and illuminate the victim on it. But it didn’t reach there. It didn’t even reach on his nailed feet.

It took a long day to realize the light had met me only. I saw many people gather and leave all the day but I didn’t go.

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"I want the light to fall on cross." I had told myself and other nuns.

Sun went to other side of church and the tale was same. There didn’t come light on the cross.

It did not come.

When I arrived back in my house then I felt like an intruder who had invaded in a place full of rats. It looked like they hadn’t chewed anything else because nothing nasty was in front of him.

I was glad to find mice hadn’t eaten money inside the cupboard even though my clothes were ruined. My old army dress looked very similar to a net now and many things had become obsolete.

I went upstairs to check if Stacy's photo was still fine or not. And I was pleased to find it still on the wall. But I didn’t like what was written on its glass:

GIFT IS ON THE WAY.

But under there was the same corpse which smelled worst than ever. This time I couldn’t resist urge to vomit by the smell. I covered my mouth and ran outside the room then shut the door.

Satan had turned my life into hell. I realized one didn’t need to be in hell if earth was full of evil.

Another problem had come with the body. Someone could notice it. Even though no – one was going to see it (I was going to make sure nobody would); no one was going out of his house without asking about the smell. The best way to avoid such trouble was to avoid any one else's presence in there.

In the night my bedroom was downstairs in the lobby. I slept in the open while I was accustomed of sleeping in narrow room.

I dreamt of my wife. More precisely than he ever had.