The first arrow slams into place, just below his ribcage. He screams out in agony; the song of Martyrs, the ballad of the Sanctified, a reprise of blood and tears.
A mother’s son, tied to a tree. Betrayed by one who loved him. A soldier’s heart, strong as ever, rejoicing for his Lord and Master. There is no fear; only contentment.
The last arrow pierces him, and a voice as soft as rose petals says, “I’m right here, I’m here for you.” Dark wings, delicate features, blinding light all around him. His heart fills with adoration. A Holy Death, arrived as promised. “Take me,” he murmurs gladly. The One Whom God Helps kisses his forehead, tenderly, soothingly before responding:
"We will meet again."
Sebastian’s face glows for all to witness his joy.
This is lovely.
I cannot possibly describe how wonderful this is, because I would be quoting every sentence.
I just can’t stop thinking about the Romans watching Sebastian’s gaze grow ever more tender through his agony, while they see nothing but him turning his eyes towards Heaven and parting his sweet lips…
And the fact that he would be beloved of death?