My body shakes all over as I look down at my hands-- soaked in blood.
I frantically search around me.
What have I done?
Have I committed murder against my "brother" or "sister?"
I hear a voice behind me.
"Yes, and No. You did kill them with your greed, jealousy, and anger..."
I see them now.
The pile of lifeless bodies on the floor.
"No...NO!NO!" I scream unbelieving.
What have I done?
"But. That is not their blood on your hands-- its His."
I swivel around.
The lifeless bodies on the floor beside HIm are nothing compared to the knife wounds and actual knife still protruding from His chest.
"You killed them first with evil in your heart. With each kill you stabbed Him also. Except, He was willing to die. He wanted to give you clean hands, and the only way to do that was to offer His blood to you-- which you took with no thought. Don't let His bloodshed be for nothing. Accept it."
With heart broken and disgust with revulsion of myself, I lowered my eyes.
I didn't want to do it, but the words made sense.
As I thought this, my skin began to sparkle and bursts of light shot away from my arms-- from the bloody mess.
Soon I felt my whole body tear in half-- ripping to reveal myself, as a pillar of light, complete with clean hands.
