An ink-black light enveloped Jesus's entire body. He felt as if tens of thousands of ants were burrowing through his flesh, and the excruciating pain caused him to tremble violently, the veins standing out starkly against his skin.
As a member of the Royal Family who had lived a life of privilege since birth, Jesus never imagined he would one day endure such inhuman torment.
He lost all track of time. It could have been ten minutes, or it could have been half an hour.
Only when Mephisto began to show signs of fatigue, and the glow from the bead in his hand gradually dimmed before vanishing completely, did Jesus finally collapse to the ground in a boneless heap.
He gasped for breath, utterly exhausted, yet the terror that had filled his eyes was gone. In its place was a look of pious devotion.
Mephisto let out a hearty laugh and dispelled the Sound Insulation Barrier.
