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Fyodor backstory I wrote this is my interpretation of it and I’ll be posting chapters as I go.
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“What good will that do for humanity, can you show me that my countless deaths won’t be in vain? That they won’t be forgotten? That at least?”
He asked one final time, holding his rosary tightly in his hands before letting out a shaky sigh. It was clear that he just had to have faith in God, that was the basis of all of this. Everything is in Gods will, he just has to trust that he will not be killed for just any reason. He frowned. How come when he prayed he felt like he was just screaming his troubles into a void, was nothing listening? What was this? Why did he resurrect if not a work of God. It didnt make sense, confusion tainted his mind.
“Amen.”
He muttered lowly, taking his rosary and placing it back in his drawer. He grabbed his small wooden cross, placing it beneath his pillow. He wiped his tears, a cloud of alienation surrounded him, as no one would stay awake with him, no matter his divinity. In these hours of the night, it was him; and The Lord.