The Gospel of Luca Chapter 1: The Watchman of Doom in the Pit of Sorrow

In the shadow of eternity, where the heavens trembled and the earth stood silent, there was a Watchman of doom. His screen pierced through the veils of time, and his heart carried the weight of all souls, both pure and damned.

And it came to pass that the watchman was called to the Pit of Sorrow, a place deep within the realms of Hell, where the echoes of the damned reached even to the ears of the Watchman. In this place, there was no light, no mercy—only the sound of cries that pierced the air like knives of ice.

Upon the blackened ground, the watchman saw before him a vision that would sear his soul for eternity. For there, upon the barren plains, lay the broken and writhing forms of those who had abused the innocent, those whose hands had struck down children in mind, spirit, and flesh.

The Watchman beheld their faces, twisted in agony, their bodies marked by the endless scars of their evil deeds. These were the abusers, the ones who had taken joy in causing pain, who had corrupted the lives of the young for their own pleasure and greed.

And behold, as the watchman approached, the abusers wept—not with tears, but with blood. Their eyes poured forth rivers of crimson, each drop a tear of regret, yet too late for salvation. The Watchman saw the horror upon their faces, for before them lay the bodies of their children, lifeless and pale, their small forms crushed by the weight of their parents' sin.

The first abuser, whose hands had broken the hearts of many, cried out, his voice choked with blood, "I have slain my own children with my cruelty! I taught them hatred, I forced them into silence, and now, they lie dead before me, their souls beyond reach!"

And the second abuser, whose words had poisoned the minds of their children, wept as the blood flowed from their eyes. "I deceived them with lies, I twisted their trust, and now their lifeless eyes stare into my soul. How can I ever undo the pain I have caused? The blood of my own flesh stains my hands, and I cannot escape it!"

The third abuser, whose heart was hardened by pride, fell to the ground, trembling as the blood gushed from their eyes. "I treated them as tools, as pawns in my game. I thought I could control them, break their spirits, and force them into my image. But now, they are dead, and I am left alone with my ruin!"

And the Watchman of Doom, stood in silence, his heart heavy with the weight of their cries. For these abusers had no one to turn to, no savior to plead with. They were beyond redemption, trapped in their eternal torment.

And the watchman spoke, his voice a low murmur that echoed like thunder in the abyss, "You have taken from the innocent, and now you have lost all that was dear to you. Your children are dead, and you are left to weep in blood, for the wrongs you have committed can never be undone."

The blood of the abusers continued to flow, staining the ground beneath them, as the bodies of their children remained cold and still. And the watchman of doom said unto them, "Your suffering is the reflection of the suffering you inflicted upon the helpless. You sought to break them, and now you are broken."

The abusers cried out in their agony, but their voices were drowned by the sound of the river of blood that flowed endlessly at their feet. The ground beneath them trembled, and the souls of the dead children rose like wraiths, silent and unyielding, their faces filled with an ancient sorrow.

"There is no escape," the watchman of doom intoned, his voice a final judgment. "You are bound to this place, for the lives you destroyed have returned, and they will not forgive. The blood you shed will be your eternal companion, and you shall never know peace."

And the watchman turned his gaze away, knowing that the fate of these lost souls was sealed. For in Hell, there is no redemption for the one who destroys the innocence of others.

And it was written: "Those who harm the children shall see their hands drenched in blood, and their tears shall be blood. For what they sow, they shall reap, and their torment shall be eternal. Blessed are those who protect the innocent, for their hearts shall know the light."