The Layko's Book - the other werewolf story

beheaded in the center of Hamadan, only for the sadistic delight of the extremists who, for religious reasons, did not accept that many of their own were convert

come to receive the physical payment of my conversion in the middle of the

oking, or when we think that God is not seeing us. This is because both Heaven and Hell, as much as we study them and fill ourselves with knowledge about them, both are mere states of soul that we our

ted situation, we can open it and make use of any object inside. So when someone offends us, we can lift the hammer of a

t I began to experience Paradise with my soul, but my life became a carnal Hell, thanks to Christ and for my happiness. Because only through our will, whose free will was giv

ll the time for me to reveal this truth that came and that comes to the scribe Hari Laykos, whose scrolls about all the persecution suffered by Christians he already wrote in secret, so as not to also be a victim of the same cruel fate that had sentenced me . Laykos,

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of the scribes of King Ahamd I, I saw a flash in the prison heavens, possible only to my eyes, where were the traitors of Allah who claimed t

he prison where the prisoners who betrayed Allah were and came across blind Ibraim, enlightened by God and speaking in strange tongues. In a strange way, as if something was speaking insi

were an empty jug and out of nowhere a powerful water filled me. It was then that the word of the Lord came expressly to Ibraim, son of Samad, the chief of the guard of King Ahamnd in the land

, God, at that moment, gave him the power to write with both hands, for when you do not want to write with one

discovered, with some gorging themselves on flesh and blood. human. I came to visit him every day until the day of his death arrived, always writing down everything he related to me, telling the guards that they were silly reports from a man whose mind became disturbed because he was fighting inside. himself to know which of the g

, and behold, a stormy wind was coming from the north, bringing a great cloud of dust, which covered everyone's view, withdrawing me from the midst of the Persians. The cloud

ting power was passed from him to his body, are here protected. You will not be hungry or thirsty

re was a glow all around, and in the midst of the words there was a thing, as if of an extremely white color, whi

but he was four meters tall. A natural grandeur exuded from his body, mainly due to the fact that he had seventy-two wings, distributed in twelve pairs of

gs. And as he walked towards me, I heard the sound of his wings, like the sound of a great waterfall. And when he spoke to

fall to the ground. Then the being diminished in size, reaching two and a half meters and began to resemble a man

ntinuator of the mission of Ibraim, because he doubted the

as talking to me, and he raised me to my feet, so that I could loo

the Creator. You will write without fatigue, hunger or thirst, until you tell them the story of your last days. Listen, scribe who often wondered a

it was a huge scroll of a shining book, as if the papyrus were made of pure silver. And he spread it out before me, and

ter; He stretches out his hands and only sto

roll of book began to pour into my ha

your hands in this w

head, with the water that poured from the book, which had a

a universal language. Thou also will not write to many peoples of strange speech, and of difficult language, whose words they cannot read; if I told you to write to such ones, th

dy like a diamond, so that while it is here, it will be stronger than time. So don't be afraid of your mission, bec

head, with the water that poured from the book, which had a

a universal language. Thou also will not write to many peoples of strange speech, and of difficult language, whose words they cannot read; if I told you to write to such ones, th

dy like a diamond, so that while it is here, it will be stronger than time. So don't be afraid of your mission, bec

ng said to

on the parchments, with your own hand. Come, then, sit among the parchments, take a quill and, to the nation

her, and the noise of them, and the sound of a great roar of the rough sea. So I sat down, took a parchment, a quill, and began t

ent to Hamadan through the scrolls. I wrote about what life was like there and I stayed there for seven days watching the images that emerged while I was writing and I felt like I was i

rything you order him to write and you, from my mouth, will hear t

words before they are complete, in order to glorify your life, for just as you were chosen for this purpose, I can do wicked, that y

ivers your soul from such a terrifying banishment. But receiving the words, so that you write, and you begin to write, you will certainly live every day until you fini

ng echoed throughout the

e cave, and there I

ntain Damavand; and that immeasurable force descended from heaven on my body, causing me to fall to the ground. Then a strong light ap

needs to reveal. And I will make thy tongue cling to thy palate, and thou shalt be mute until forty years, that I need not be thy reprover any more; because you are not here to be a rebel. But when I speak to you, I will open your mind, and you will write to them

nd was called Metatron, to speak to me. I should no longer despair of waiting, nor worry about hunger or thirst, for that had all been supplied. But even so, in this new cond

d opened and Metatron, came over me, showing me the story where I should start. . In my mind, I looked and saw a figure like that of a man, but it wasn't a

in, taking over his fur and he began to transform into a creature of pure glowing fire. The heat and flames were so strong, they made the entire cavern burn like an oven. The b

g possessed by a demon. I saw the flames all over my body, I felt the heat, the burning, but my flesh didn't burn. But the pain caused by the heat was inevitable

dy through my skin, staying inside me like something scorching, starting to motivate me to write, because what I thought would be just revelations

sh. I felt the pain of my skin opening with the pen and after I made the circle, it also made eight arrows around it. When the feathers finished the design on the flesh of my chest, it healed,

my senses and my mind began to expand, taking on unimaginable proportions. I saw my life as a scribe before I was converted and I saw how people hated me

would not exist, if it did not exist the world that we cannot see but know exists. Knowledge attracts knowledge and drives out ignorance, as an apostle of Christ drives a demon out of a person's body. Ignorance attracts what is not knowledge to forge a life full of futile desires

fingers were burning, like the fire of the monster that now inhabits me. So I took a parchment, one of the quills, closed my eyes so I could