Operation Red Book

"Lord Almighty, you are holy... the heavens above and the earth below are filled with your glory, because it is you who... uh... created everything in the universe..."

Little Jacob curled up in the corner of the iron cage, trembling all over.

On this cold winter night, he was stripped of all his clothes, leaving only the hemp ropes binding his hands and feet and the black cloth covering his eyes.

"You sit upon the cherubims... and... and dwell on high... You look down upon the heavens and the earth... Ha... and look into the deep..."

His whole body was covered with feces and mud. About an hour ago, a group of adults in black robes surrounded him and poured buckets of it on him.

It was cold...it hurt...it smelled bad...it was awful...Jacob shed a tear.

It's really strange. He didn't cry when his mother broke his left hand with a red-hot iron rod before. Maybe it really hurts this time.

"Lord... Lord... Please open your eyes... Look upon the suffering of your creature... We beg you for him... We beg you... We beg you..."

The manure and mud accumulated on little Jacob's body, and now a thick hard crust had formed on him.

But underneath that hard shell, his skin was almost covered with scars, bruises, sores, and red marks...

After being stripped naked, he was tied to an upside-down black cross by two burly men in black robes.

Four long iron nails were driven into his palms and ankles, just like the death of Jesus...

He knew clearly that, just as Jesus' death...

"Use your power...send forth your Holy Spirit, the Comforter..."

Whipping... Each person held a long whip dipped in salt water and beat his back and hind legs until the skin was torn and the flesh was exposed.

"Let him by his virtue ... repel ... all the oppression of the devil ... drive out his hypocrisy and ... envy ..."

Stoning... Each person took a triangular stone, surrounded the black cross, and smashed it hard at him.

The sharp edge pierced his forehead and scratched his waist.

"So that your servants may perform the service you require with sincerity and sincerity... Holy Lord... my Holy Lord..."

Violence...Women played with him; men destroyed him.

They are ten thousand times more cruel than the devil, not caring about the flow of blood, not caring about the tearing of bodies...

"Our great and loving Savior Jesus Christ...Hallelujah...Hallelujah..."

Jacob recited sentences from the Bible, starting from when Anna slapped him in the dilapidated wooden house, and when the man in black suddenly appeared and grabbed his neck...

If we must talk about an earlier time, it would be from the first service in the newly opened church, from when his mother and Anna forbade him to squat in the corner and listen to the choir singing...

He wants to listen, he wants to sing, he wants to read it out loud!

Yes, he even read it out loud!

He wanted to spread the words of the Bible throughout London, throughout Europe, and throughout the universe!

It must also be spread to hell so that the damned Satan can hear Jehovah’s teachings with his own ears; it must also be spread to heaven so that the merciful Father will know how much He loves him!

He wants to recite, he wants to recite boldly, he wants to recite without any scruples, he wants to recite without regard for the consequences!

"Oh! Shut up, Jacob, this is a temple dedicated to Lord Satan!"

Anna's voice came impatiently, interrupting Jacob's incessant recitation.

He was lying on a high platform emitting black light. Above his head was the arched roof of the theater, and beneath him was a dark red hexagram. In the middle of the hexagram was a large inverted cross drawn with his blood.

There were countless pairs of evil eyes around him, and even outside the crowd, he saw a circle of things that did not belong to the human world.

The things were a hazy black mist, and he could see two red lights coming out of it, and two sharp goat-like horns.

The devil's gathering will certainly attract devils.

"Dear Lord of Hell, before sacrificing this pitiful lamb, please allow me to serve you a delicious appetizer..."

Anna's voice came from below the platform.

There was a hint of anticipation and excitement in her voice, something Jacob had often heard when he was with her.

Thinking about it now, it was like a cold-blooded crow discovering a piece of meat that was about to rot.

And Jacob is the piece of rotten meat covered with mud and sand.

"Evelyn Wallace, Jacqueline Barry, John Duran, and Ruth Duran..."

Anna slowly recited those familiar yet unfamiliar names, and Jacob's heart trembled violently with each name.

Four bloodless bodies were carried up and placed neatly beside Jacob.

On the left, he saw his mother and Evelyn; on the right, he saw his biological parents whom he had never met...

But now, they were all motionless.

"Great Lord of Hell! Now, I will sacrifice this dying loach to you!"

"Cheers to you for appearing in the world, for bringing endless fire, and for bringing us a new world! Congratulations!"

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—”

The black robes around burst into applause and screams one after another, the sound was so loud that it almost blew the roof off.

Anna enjoyed the cheers of the crowd, and with the help of people around her, she slowly walked towards the platform where Jacob was tied up.

Jacob saw the sharp knife in her hand, with a skull around the handle and the blade shining with a sharp black light.

"You know what? Ten years ago, they exchanged you and me, trying to use my death to deceive Satan and bring rebirth to the entire Duran family."

Anna said quietly, the sharp blade cut across Jacob's face, and a touch of fresh blood wet the clean blade.

"Light dispels darkness... despite being rejected, it continues to spread hope and redemption..."

Jacob tilted his head and kept repeating sentences from the Bible.

"Hahaha, look at you! How ridiculous! You are just like those people living in the abyss, constantly longing for a ray of light to fall from the sky!"

"The light of wisdom...illuminates the way forward...ignorance...leads people astray..."

"It's okay, just keep talking..."

Anna sat next to Jacob and smiled sweetly.

"I will be entrusted with an important task by Lord Satan and take over the glory of the Duran family. Many years later, the name of Annabelle the Great will be known all over the world!"

"God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that those who believe may have eternal life. Greatness is seen in love."

"Hahahahaha! I saw it! I saw Lord Satan's high-profile back! Did you see it? He was preparing for a grand appearance! Did you see it! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Enter through the narrow gate, for narrow is the gate that leads to life..."

“Kill you! I will kill you! Lord Satan! Lord Satan ahhhhhhh——”

“In the name of the Lord Jesus…”

The sharp edge of the knife flashed before Jacob's eyes like a shooting star.

But the tip of the knife was facing his chest.

He closed his heavy eyes without any desire or wish, and in the darkness, he chanted the final destination.

"Amen……"

“You are unbelivable.”

An old voice then sounded, along with a warm golden light, illuminating the darkness before Jacob's eyes.

The platform beneath him seemed to disappear, and the pain all over his body disappeared with the arrival of golden light.

He opened his eyes dazedly, only to find himself still lying on the altar.

The only difference was Anna standing still and the black mist running around in the seats.

Anna's expression was ferocious and terrifying. She stared at Jacob's face fiercely, and the sharp knife in her hand was about to pierce his chest.

Jacob tried to move, and was surprised to find that all the wounds and sores on his body had healed.

For the first time, he looked directly at his own body, which was holy and clean, beautiful and pretty.

"Am I... dead?"

Jacob said blankly, touching the soft flesh on his arm.

"No, you are still alive."

The old voice still answered him.

"It feels a little cleaner now, right? Haha, it's just a little miracle."

The next second, another golden light flashed in front of Jacob.

A beam of light slowly descended in front of Jacob. In the warm and dazzling light, an old man with silver hair and a long robe that dragged on the ground slowly emerged.

What is most noticeable is that behind him, he has a pair of huge white feather wings, which are exactly the same as the image of the angel described in the Bible.

"Hallelujah..."

Jacob was stunned in place. He pointed at the glowing figure without courtesy, with trembling fingers:

"An...Angle!"

"God...angel!"

What’s funny is that Ivy’s expressions and movements at this moment are exactly the same as little Jacob in 1965.

"My name is Kuler."

What’s even funnier is that the angel’s response was exactly the same as in 1965.

But then, the angel addressed Ivy and Jacob in completely different ways.

"How are you? The little human girl that Raphael always whispered in my ear."

He smiled at Ivy, then turned around:

"You almost threw the out-of-print Bible I gave you into the devil's bath water, you young man who is keen on making noise in my ears."

Kuler slowly raised his hand, and the Bible that Jacob had read countless times slowly floated from the water into Jacob's hand.

"Excuse me, this chatterbox young man, why did you summon me after so many years?"

Kuler said with a smile.