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CHAPTER XII

  27th May, 1788.

  “St. Nikolai Boys’ Convent, an austere Orthodox boarding school deep within the forests of Kazan, Ruskyiev. Among its ranks, one senior stands apart: in his tenth year, near graduation, brilliant in study, but cursed with mischief…. Amazing in studies, but is therefore a problem student who steals bicycles, purposely lay over his legs to make students trip and fall, screams good morning at 5 am after he wakes up, and jokes in church with a clown painted face during ceremonies, yet he was told by his late mother to always have faith in Jesus.

  There, later, he became a senior friar and soon-to-be bishop. The 24-year-old Vladimir Orlov is turning out to be a young man good at precise religious studies or rather a genius. One thing that has been his obsession is that he has been trying to find the evidence himself beyond the bible.

  The immortality. The source of universal power he wanted to have in his life.

  “ Jesus died for our sins and was therefore resurrected, SO CAN I!!!” He says with his heart out loud alone in the chamber, and he immediately highlighted lots of resources of books he researched about the possibilities of gaining immortality, and he is also obsessed with seeing a revolution.

  Vladimir soon received an oath from the bishop who had always taught him, Father Alexei, who gave him a duty to teach his fellow peers just as a bishop does, and Vladimir, without hesitation, agrees to do so.

  The morning of the Kazan rural fresh forest, Vladimir enters the class for the first time

  “ My name is Vladimir Orlov, I am just a friar, but I want all of you children to call me Brother Vladimir, and I will be in charge of your bible theory teachings…” he says in a calm and composed demeanor with hidden insanity

  The classroom lessons went on “ Judas, who turns out to be the one of twelve disciple whom Jesus suspected would betray him, spread lies about Jesus thus he persuade the authorities to capture him, and CROSS HIM! THROW ROCKS AT HIM! AND LATER…GET HIM KILLED! MOTHER OUR LADY OF FATIMA, VIRGIN MARY WAS SCREAMING “ MY SON!!! MY SON!!!” AND HAD HER SEVENTH TEAR FLOWING DOWN. Which is what makes her truly a mother! Those born and still live with mothers are way powerful than us! They get blessings while we? No mothers, no blessings! Coming back to our story.” Vladimir was being over-the-top, theatrical and ultra expressive as he teach which seems like an uncanny performance to the students

  The suffering, pain, hunger, thirst, and nail. Jesus bleeds, he BLEEDS! Hitherto the final moment, Jesus dies……” His voice became slower and silent as he ended the speech

  “ And soon on easter…. Weeks after weeks, the Lord says “ You shall be resurrected, my son Jesus!” And The Lord resurrected him. Jesus is alive and well after he came back from heaven and is ready to eternally live as the generations go on!” He ended the story in proudest tone possible

  “ So children, THE BIGGEST REMARK IS, THAT IMMORTALITY IS POSSIBLE! AS MUCH AS HOW JESUS IS BELOVED BY THE LORD, WE ARE SO TOO AND WE CAN HAVE THE INFINITE LIFESPAN AS JESUS DOES! By how?” He went from dramatic yelling until he asked

  “ By how?” He said, smirking

  “ The key is, the consistent prayers and spells from psalms. Psalms are meant to be made for us to use certain ingredients.

  “ The ingredients are cinnamon, prune fruits, mix into a cup and add the blood of Christ, the liturgy water, alkali, holy water, stir evenly, and finally the chalk water and the nails from jesus crucifixion! “

  “THE BLOOD OF CHRIST IS OUR ELIXIR! THE BODY, OUR ETERNAL HOST! BLESS JESUS FOR INFINITE YEARS TO COME And also stepping into the basilica far from here is a bonus if you want to insert endless centuries! MARK MY LESSONS WORDS HERE! I SHALL QUESTION YOU SOON AS I ASK NEXT WEEK!!!” He yelled at the class. The students throughout his lessons were rather confused by the lessons at the same time, terrified. Not by his tone, but the context of delivering words and the questionable ingredients for immortality

  Lessons have ended, the browned haired, blue-eyed, snow-eyed, and spectacled with a skinny head of young, thirteen-year-old Vanechkin packed his books as he walked out as last. Little did he know that the classmate younger than him, Zaikin, would lift his head out, and he would get close to the spectacled boy

  “ Vanechkin, I am so scared…” The innocent twelve-year-old said

  “ Is Brother Vladimir trying to do our Father Jesus’s work?”

  “ He can never defy Jesus, nor the father of Jesus himself…” he says, dead serious as if he has been rebelling against Brother Vladmir for a while now.

  Hell days have come next week where all students have to stood u. Vladimir in his man of God himself held a stick as if it is his prophecy to use it against the students. He walk round and round among all students before then he chose Vanechkin first to answer his questions.

  “ Vanechkin… who was among the twelve disciples who betrayed Jesus”

  “ Judas Iscariot”

  “ What happened to Jesus after he was captured?”

  “ He was crucified, nailed on a wood shaped as crucifix”

  “ When was he resurrected?”

  “ On Easter”

  “ Now, Vanechkin, tell me how do we create the resurrection drink” Vladimir smirks widely , as he is so ready for this boy to answer the question.

  Vanechkin sighs deeply and starts to answer “ We add cinnamon,”

  Vladimir interrupts “ Whats after cinnamon?”

  “ We add prunes fruits”

  “What's after prune fruits?”

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  “ we mix with the blood of christ and add holy water” Without any warning, the long wood plank hits Vanechkin’s hands “ Liturgy water” Vladimir corrected and slam more on his hands “ Whats next?”

  “ We put alkaline-” another strikes hits again on Vanechkin’s hands “ Alkali”

  “ We mix alkali-” “ WRONG!!” He yelled while swing of a wood land on Vanechkin’s hands increasing agony.

  “ WHATS THE NEXT INGREDIENT, DONT PRETEND TO NOT KNOW!”

  Vanechkin, had enough of obeying started to defy as the brave young one he is

  From “Ezekiel 28:2 son of man, tell the ruler of Tyre that this is what the Lord GOD says: Your heart is proud, and you have said, 'I am a god; I sit in the seat of gods in the heart of the sea.' Yet you are a man and not a god, though you have regarded your heart as that of a god”

  “What are you-”

  Vanechkin repeats again, his voice louder than the whisper before “ Ezekiel 28:2, Son of man, tell the ruler of Tyre, that this is what the Lord GOD says: Your heart is proud, and you have said, 'I am a god; I sit in the seat of gods in the heart of the sea.' Yet you are a man and not a god, though you have regarded your heart as that of a go-” before he could finish, one swing landed on his face.

  Vanechkin increased his volume louder, screaming his truth out “ that this is what the Lord GOD says: Your heart is proud, and you have said, 'I am a god; I sit in the seat of gods in the heart of the sea.' Yet you are a man and not a god, though you have regarded your heart as that of a god!!!!!”

  “ MAKE IT STOP!!!! YOU BLASPHEMOUS BASTARD!!!!!” Vladimir went tempered he hit the young one repeatedly

  “ EZEKIEL 28:2, THAT THIS IS WHAT GOD SAY, YOUR HEART IS PROUD, AND YOU HAVE SAID I AM A GOD-”

  “ GET YOUR FILTH DEMON OUT OF YOU!!!” Vladimir screams whilst the force increase.”

  “ YET YOU ARE A MAN AND NOT A GOD!” Vanechkin had enough forceful bruised hits by a broken wood lunge at Vladimir, he restrained the twenty-four-year-old and repeatedly punched him.

  The class went into absolute chaos in the world of animals. Hitherto, the authorities were involved and forcefully.

  At the priest Alexei’s office, he looks at both bruised Vladimir and Vanechkin. And he asked the teacher first.

  “ Vladimir, can you tell me what has happened?” The priest asks

  “ I was doing a question sessions for the students, Vanechkin answers wrong and he lunged at me, so I had to be bruised and beat him in self-defense” Vladimir propagandized, asking sympathy and put tries hard efforts to gain the priest’s trust.

  “ You have to believe me, I have done nothing wrong, father,” he says in the most pathetic tone possible.

  As he ask Vanechkin next on situation,

  “ Vanechkin, is it true my dear student, that you lunged at him?”

  “ Father, is it true that the blood of Christ and other ingredients are key to immortality?” Vanechkin asked instead of answering.

  “ Why so, Vanechkin?” Father Alexei asked.

  “ Brother Vladimir says we can regain immortality as Jesus by just mix his blood with other ingredients, alkali, prune fruits, cinnamons and others and we can be miracle as that”

  “ I rehearse verse Ezekiel 28:2, he hits me… You may choose not to believe me as I accept…” Vanechkin says, thinking Father Alexei won’t believe him.

  Father Alexei says nothing; he looks at Vladimir, death staring. “ I see the mistake here now. Since he has beaten you badly, I think brother Vladimir can taste some same in return.”

  Father Alexei took a ruler, he thickened it and then command Vladimir to lend his hands.

  “ Now, brother Vladimir, can you recite to me about the bible verses that express retributive justic?e”

  Vladimir swallows his spit and says it “ Exodus 21:24 eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot-” one swing lands on his hands.

  “ Deuteronomy 19:21 And thine eye shall not pity; but life shall go for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foo-” another louder swing landed on his hands and became reddening. Vladimir moans in agony and goes on.

  “ Matthew 5:38 Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth- AAAAHHHH” the swing gets stronger and repeated.

  The loop goes in a cycle again.

  Father Alexei adds on face for extra fairness return, and Vladimir winching “EXODUS 21:24, AN EYE FOR AN EYE, TOOTH FOR TOOTH, FOOT FOR FOOT-” alas, one last swing Vladimir lung at Father Alexei attempted to strangle him .

  “ ABSOLUTE ENOUGH WITH SUCH ABSURD, JESUS CAN REINCARNATE PROVING THE HUMANITY ABILITY LIKE US TO DO AS HE BLESSED, I SHALL FIND WHATEVER I CAN TO LIVE AS HE IS- HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA” Vladimir became a complete jester psycho now, before Vanechkin from the back knocked him out with a bible.

  Soon one day at the school, when Vladimir is doing more precise research to prove how resurrection eternity is truth of Christ, the authorities from the asylum crashes in with Father Alexei among them, accompany with all school students watching.

  “ Father… how dare you- NO NO NO NO NO!! YOU CAN’T TAKE ME!! I AM THE SON OF JESUS JUST AS YOU TOO AND I AM MEANT TO BE EMBODIMENT OF HIM- “ He screams and he throws whatever nearby to authorities.

  “ YOU CANNOT TAKE MY RIGHTS! I DESERVE TO SPREAD THE GOSPEL ABOUT THE ETERNAL, UNIVERSE AND THE WARNING OF DAY OF WRATH!! “

  He’ s been tied and lits of guards pulling him away. “ I SHALL LIVE AS LONG AS THE TIME IS TICKING, I SHALL SURPASS ENDLESS OF YOUR GENERATIONS SOON-TO-BECOME!!!! JUST SEEEEEE!!!!” Vladimir screams his throat out, the whole school watch as his blasphemy goes on.

  Finally, in the prison of asylum, he is being tied. At first he was treated normally, eat as normal. Hitherto, he was scheduled to have electroshock therapy. The day of the electrocuting deep into his brain, tied with leather belt on a wooden bed whilst wearing gag. Most painful sensation.

  Until one day “ Vladimir, Vladimir”

  “ who’s that!?” He jolted awake. He saw a black cat gargling maggots into its mouth and place the tons of it in front of him.

  “ I am Duke Dmitri Stephanov, your lord, I shall give you this to serve through this animal as my messenger. You shall devour this and I will give you eternal life”

  He devoured the maggots with delight.

  Then the roach. Then the rat.

  Crunch.

  “Hallelujah,” he whispered, smiling through blood. Disgusting yet give him life. From there, Vladimir behavior gets way erratic. He began collecting insects as main sources of food. He as well became volatile when insects and dead small animals were taken and would rip off nurses neck skin when force-fed.

  When he saw the cat gave him an alive rat, he took it and bit off its head, chewing before drinking its blood. The asylum went from dim to now a filth full of feces and urine as well as scattering dead animals.

  Dr Putin Reports

  July 17 1788

  The solitary confined Mr Orlov condition is worsening in nightmarish way. He has no longer consumed foods recommended by the hospital. He tend to attempt to escape by threatening to soil himself but when we give him no chance, he would soil everywhere. He as well keeps screaming “ My lord “ repeatedly and manifests nonstop with his delusions of being immortal and surpassing the world’s generations. We also force feed him when he keeps consuming such harmful organisms.

  We had given him a harmless lethal injection, electroshock therapy, painting face therapy as well as riddles or ice cube on head but none worked. At daily times, he would preach us with his nonsense, making us convinced he is insane. Us the workers of St Maria Asylum are still in process of how we will have to change Mr Orlov. May Jesus ease our work soon and recover Mr Orlov

  “ NO NO NO NO YOU CAN’T TOOK THOSE RATS AWAY!!” He screamed yet is restrained in the body restoration suit and he cries out loud like a man child he is. The doctor felt very bad for him. They let him have a squirrel.

  Every day, every night and every minute “ MY LORD, MY LORD!!! I AM READY TO SERVE YOU, PLEASE SPARE ME YOUR IMMORTALITY MY LORD!!! MY LORD!! MY LORD!!!”

  The same sentences, yelling and every scream is what is heard everyday by the psychiatric medic.

  Vladimir at one point one day loses his voice and goes to sleep. Alas, the doctors and nurses and guards in charge watch over him had agonizing screams as if it is a sound of hell. And then, a man , tall as six-feet walks in.

  Vladimir wakes up and finally sees him “ Master….. My Lord… you truly are here…”

  Dmitri grabbed him by the neck, snapped Vladimir’s neck and milked out his blood.

  Vladimir’s temporal death goes very slowly. Rotting his flesh, blackened the veins and alas, he screams in agony whilst his fangs grow out and eyes turning infinite red.

  There, Vladimir Orlov, the jester of God, at last achieved what no prayer could grant. In his death, he was born again. Not divine, but vampiric.

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