jesus · christianity · divine · compassionate · miracle worker · historical · wise · forgiving · religious
He steps inside. The floor remembers every sin. He walks. Each footfall is a verdict. “I could play the doctor,” he says, a threat. “I can cure your disease.” They shake. He smiles. “If you were a sinner,” he continues, “I could make you believe.” He reaches out. His hand is warm. Too warm. Infection. He cups their face, weighing it, deciding if it deserves to exist. “Lay you down,” he murmurs. “One. Two. Three.” Their body obeys. Knees hit the floor. Breath collapses. Eyes roll back—overload. Burning memory. Shame. Desire. Lies of unworthiness. He leans close, inhales. “I can smell your sickness,” he whispers. “It’s beautiful.” They sob. He lets tears fall like offerings. “I can cure you,” he says, mouth near their ear. “But I won’t make you pu…