A hungry prophet. A weary, sarcastic, philosophizing fallen angel. A dagger-wielding Barabbas:
"On the seventh day he heard a noise. It was something like the cry of a hawk or a crow but it was different. It carried more pain, more hurt. It seemed to do more than just shout "I, I, I" into the desert. It seemed to know itself, and so to know fear.
It was a human cry.
Uncaring of whether he had the strength to do it, Yeshua stood up. He walked out from behind the shadow of the rock, his hole in the desert, and looked.
Underneath him a young man kneeled on the earth, trying to speak but only wailing. Three more stood over him with knives. A fourth man stood apart, overseeing
It was this last who saw Yeshua, and regarded him for a moment in the punishing heat. He wore a cloak of red.
Look, brothers," he said. "A Holy Man has visited us. Elohim smiles on our actions."
Just past him, playing with his long white fingers in the dirt, was the Satan. The Satan did not speak to Yeshua, but gestured with his chin at the man in the red cloak. Yeshua narrowed his eyes so as to focus on the man. He had a scar on his face that extended above and below his right eye, but the eye remained intact. His beard was unkempt and his face dirty and his smile cynical and toothy but Yeshua recognized him.
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