Fate/Book of Aaron

There will come a time when the Bride of Christ mingles with idolatry, lifting it above God's rightful place. Many will proclaim this path as the true way, yet it leads only to a bottomless chasm of darkness. Truly, I tell you, the religion of man will deceive countless followers. Stay rooted in Christ, for He alone will provide in abundance. The road is arduous and narrow. Sow not of the earth's transient riches, but of the spirit, which yields eternal fruit.

Pick up your cross as I once did. While your burden is spiritual, mine was forged in the crucible of mortal pain—a death endured at His side. My earthly suffering was fleeting, yet I find solace knowing I witnessed Christ's forgiveness, even unto the end. Seek Him and Him alone, for He is pure and without blemish. He cast out corruption and sin with a mighty rebuke; you must learn to do the same. You are an overcomer by His grace.

These words I pen will not be easily discovered. I have ensured that their significance emerges only when the time is most dire. Let your faith kindle the faith of others, creating a light that cannot be extinguished. Love one another deeply and without prejudice, for all are crafted in God's image. Guard this sacred truth and do not tarnish it. Stand resolute against the sins that assail us; be a warrior clad in God's armor.

Yes, you will stumble as I have. When you fall, seek repentance, rise again, and renew your resolve. The enemy thrives on despair and will seize every moment of weakness. Do not yield.

Unlike the other apostles, my body shall remain hidden, for my mission is not yet complete. It is my duty to safeguard creation, ensuring it endures until the appointed time—a time unknown to me but foreordained. Until that day, I will save as many as I can.

Rejoice. Rejoice in His word. Rejoice in fellowship. Rejoice in death, for it is not an end but a beginning. Rejoice in every hour, for we are saved.

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Edit: "Speech" Thoughts "i'm thinking." I'm thinking. Non-translated words = Big G talking in the world or dream. [Song]

(Third POV)

The night was heavy with an air of treachery. The quiet murmurs of the apostles, confused and weary, filled the room as they struggled to grasp the full gravity of their Lord's words. Aaron's eyes swept over his brethren, faces lined with worry and disbelief. He sensed the coming storm, but his resolve stood as firm as the mountains.

As Jesus finished speaking, the echoes of His prophecy seemed to hang in the silence. The creaking of footsteps outside the olive grove heralded the arrival of the betrayer. Aaron's gaze shifted, his chest tightening as the torches lit the path, casting an orange glow against the darkness. Judas' face, torn with guilt yet resolute, appeared at the forefront, leading the soldiers with the mark of betrayal sealed by a kiss.

"If you take Him, you take me too," Aaron's voice cut through the night like a blade. The soldiers paused, the flicker of their torches revealing glints of metal and hardened faces. A few apostles gasped at his declaration, their eyes wide with fear. But Aaron did not move; he stood as a sentry beside the Lamb.

Jesus turned His eyes to Aaron, a mixture of sorrow and silent approval shimmering in their depths. "The path you choose, Aaron, will be steep and lined with thorns," His voice was soft, almost inaudible amidst the rustle of armor.

"So be it," Aaron replied, unyielding. He stepped forward as the soldiers moved in, binding the Son of God and him together.

The apostles scattered, just as the Scriptures foretold. Peter's denials would come, Thomas' doubt would deepen, and each would face the breaking of their spirits. Yet Aaron—bound, beaten, and silent—would be led alongside Christ, shoulder to shoulder in the rising crescendo of darkness.

Imprisonment was swift and brutal. The stone cells reeked of dampness, the scent of iron blood and the cold specter of death lingering within. Aaron bore the lashing of the soldiers, each strike drawing fresh crimson, but his cries never rose to challenge them. His resolve was locked in silent defiance, anchored by faith that this torment was not in vain.

The crucifixion came at dawn, a sight of agony etched against the pale light. Jesus bore His cross, the weight of humanity's sin pressing down upon His sacred form. Aaron's body, weakened but unbowed, was forced to drag his own cross behind Him. The crowd jeered; faces blurred with anger, apathy, and fleeting glimmers of sorrow.

They were nailed to their crosses alongside two thieves. One man, with hollow eyes full of hate, spat venom at the Savior. "If You are the Christ, save Yourself and us!" he mocked, voice ragged and cracking under strain.

The other, bearing the countenance of a man who had glimpsed redemption's fleeting light, rebuked him. "Do you not fear God? We deserve this punishment, but this Man has done nothing wrong." His eyes turned to Jesus, heavy with hope. "Remember me when You come into Your kingdom."

Jesus' eyes, gentle even in suffering, met the man's. "Truly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise."

Aaron's head lifted, blood streaking down his face like a crimson crown. He watched as Christ offered forgiveness amidst pain, His love undiminished. Aaron's heart swelled, defiance turning to peace.

"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do," Jesus spoke into the open sky. Aaron closed his eyes, the echoes of His words becoming the anchor for his soul. As the world darkened and the earth trembled, the final breaths of the Son of God passed, followed by Aaron's own. He succumbed not as a martyr seeking glory, but as a witness to the light that even death could not dim.

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(?!@ POV)

The room was suffused with an unearthly brilliance, a light that was neither of this world nor any creation the mind could fathom. Aaron, on his knees, face pressed against the pristine floor of the chamber, trembled as the profound presence of the Almighty encompassed him. His heart thudded against his chest, a relentless drum of awe and fear. The weight of divinity pressed upon him, as if the very air had been imbued with the substance of eternity.

He dared not raise his eyes. The incomprehensible glory of God radiated throughout the room, an overwhelming force that seemed to reach into the depths of Aaron's soul and lay it bare. Around him, the celestial beings known as angels stood in ranks. But these were not the gentle, human-like figures often imagined in earthly stories. These were true, biblical angels: towering Seraphim with six wings, some covered with eyes that gleamed with a knowing light, others with faces too radiant and fearsome to behold.

Aaron's voice faltered, caught in his throat. He felt both insignificant and chosen, an unworthy servant standing at the edge of the divine.

A voice, resounding and pure, filled the chamber. It was like the rush of many waters, a thousand symphonies merged into one perfect chord. The voice of God spoke:

"Aaron, son of man, faithful witness of my Son's suffering, you have been chosen. Your task will not end with death, for you shall guard and guide humanity until the appointed time. Through every age, when darkness encroaches and hope wavers, you will stand as my sentinel."

Tears welled in Aaron's eyes and spilled onto the floor, mingling with his humble prayer. He whispered, "Lord, I am yours. I will serve as you command."

With a gesture that Aaron could not see but felt reverberating in his spirit, God conferred upon him the gifts he would need. The knowledge of miracles, pure and untainted by worldly corruption, flooded his mind. The Holy Ghost whispered secrets of healing, wisdom, and truth. His body was encased in divine armor, gleaming with the light of unassailable hope and the echo of battles yet to come.

A spear appeared beside him, its point aflame with holy fire. The sword of truth and justice lay across his outstretched hands, its weight substantial but reassuring. A bow, radiant as the sun, rested at his side, with arrows forged from the essence of faith. And beyond them all, stood a mighty horse, its coat as white as new-fallen snow, eyes blazing with purpose and loyalty.

Aaron's breath caught in his throat. The reality of the mission—the endless epochs, the trials to come, the burden of protecting humanity—dawned upon him with staggering clarity. He pressed his forehead deeper into the floor, acknowledging the might and mercy of the One before him.

"Rise, my sentinel," God commanded, the power of His words lifting Aaron from the weight of fear. "You will not stand alone, for my spirit is within you. Go forth, and let no evil prevail."

As the final notes of the divine voice faded, Aaron rose, not with the confidence of a warrior, but with the humility of a servant and the unwavering resolve of a guardian chosen by God Himself. He opened his eyes and beheld the angels, their wings unfurling as if in salute.

The path ahead was uncertain, the mission eternal. Yet Aaron's heart burned with a new purpose—to shield humanity, through ages unseen, until the time decreed by God.

And so began his journey through time, ever vigilant, ever faithful.