Chapter 1 Origins

After pleading with the Jews for a lesser sentence, Punches Pilot, the Roman perfect ordered the man they called Jesus to death by the cross. He washed his hands of the dead telling the people that the blood of an innocent will be on the hands of the mob.

After Pilot sentenced Jesus to death, the hatred of the people and the malice of the Roman occupation was felt in the streets as the Roman presence marched the perfect sacrifice to the alter of the final offer.

My father who was called  Longinus was enlisted in the armies of Rome as secondary support because he was born blind and combat wouldn’t have ever been the place for him. Longinus’s job was that of a Quarter Master. 

He tended the weapons for his unit, making sure that the swords and other gear were in good repair. My father was happy to serve Rome but the rest of his unit would make fun of him. They would tell Longinus that you can’t call yourself a soldier until you made your first kill. This taunting hurt Longinus deeply for if he was not a soldier then who was he?

Because the Jewish people are extremely lazy on the Sabbath, the condemned would have their legs broken to quicken the suffocating so they could be taken down from the crosses. But when Longinus went to break Jesus’s legs he saw that he was already dead.

My father told his commander that he was already dead and the it is much easier to take him off the cross with his legs intact, so his Superior took a sport and handed it to Longinus. He told him, “You call yourself a soldier earn the right to do so.”

Longinus took the pointed iron rod and thrusted Jesus’s side. Christ’s blood sprayed Longinus’s face healing my father’s eyes. If my father had any doubt as to who Jesus is it left with that moment.

Later that night an angle of the Lord visited Longinus. The angel told Longinus that he would live to see the return of Jesus to this Earth. Many times over the centuries the same angle has come to visit my father, each time to warn him that it was time to move and reinvent his life.

For the past 2017 years, Longinus has lived by several rules to protect himself from the mindless superstitions of the ages. First to keep others from getting suspicious of his age my father would avoid an likeness of him being produced. No sketches, carvings, paintings or photographs have ever existed of my father or his descendants.

After hundreds of times reinventing his life, Longinus Adrian Tempus became known as Bail. Bail settled in on the small island of Corsica, where he was born. Every 40 years or so he would leave for another hundred years. 

My father was warned by the angle who visits him that he would live to see the second coming of Christ.

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