63 The Promised savior

I was watching everything Progressed, when I felt a pair of breasts, pressed against my back.

"Death," I said with a soft sigh as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her eyes gazed cooly at the scene, an impossible distance, away.

"I have heard some things about your student, my love." Death spoke as she gazed at Buri with Curiosity, his impact, had caused people to be better."

"I know," I said smiling proudly at my student, "But unfortunately, their change was still not enough, they still fall short, they are not perfect enough to enter, Silver City."

"I am well aware of that, my love." My wife replied, "But, your hand made them, less darkened to not enter hell either, you have built a way for them to exist in between."

"But still it isn't enough." I mutter, "They Still suffer, they still suffer the weight of their sins."

"Does your father have a plan?" Death asked curiously, her head tilted sideways, "Or is he willing to let things be as it is."

"Father always has a plan." I said with a sad smile, "Unfortunately the time for his plan is not yet."

Death raised an eyebrow, "Do you mind indulging me in this plan, my love?"

My mind closed, as I asked my father if it was time for me to reveal his plan to my wife, just for confirmation.

An overwhelming presence of comfort and love, washed over me, confirming, and answering my question.

I took a deep breath, "Far along the future, in a time that isn't now, Father would create a vessel, a vessel, where his own words, will be, an action that exist from his own spirit, born from the poor, and the weak, the race of his chosen planet, he will be his son, and he shall be his father, the wages of sin is death, but he shall die in their place, so silver city can be opened to them, he shall be called, God with us."

Endless Death's eyes widened in surprise, "A son amongst the mortal realm, that should be intriguing."

I nodded, and recited, a passage from an old, scripture I had read in my past life.

Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?

He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him," My voice became clearer and more strong when another wave of confirmation was felt by the presence.

"He was despised and rejected, by mortals, a mortal of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; The punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds, we are healed. we all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all."

Death nodded solemnly, "I see, so his fate, is not as grand as I had previously thought."

I shook my head, "Unfortunately it never is, but to understand the weight of pain, it must, but now I must do what needs to be done to the universe itself, to continue to guide it, as father had asked me, which I agree on."

Death nodded, "Very well, if you need anything from me, you know where I would be."

"You being here is good enough, " I said softly, "I thank you for your company."

Death smiled, before she leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

It took, for what felt like an eternity before she broke.

"Always my love," she replied softly, "Always."