He was nailed to the stake with wooden nails, and silver threads were wrapped around his delicate hands. He couldn't break free, he just let himself be tied up like this, his tired and slightly pale face was covered by the messy hair on his forehead. He raised his head slightly and saw the people around him, and saw their frightened expressions, so he smiled helplessly. The people around him became even more frightened and scattered in all directions. He lowered his head again and remained silent... Still not waiting for him to save him.
Until you hear the priest's voice, you - as the son of the demon: An Ao. From now on the Ten Commandments will be given!
The boy on the stake shed a tear, and then he smiled as brightly as the sun.
Fire... Spreads around uncontrollably...
————————Purgatory