By Evelyn Cross

She prayed for peace. Said it out loud. She wanted justice, she said. A good man. One who wouldn’t lie. One who would stand by her when the world tried to take her apart.

God heard her.

And He sent Roy.

This man—calm, unshaken, standing six foot two like he was carved from stone. The kind of man you don’t want to step into the ring with. A man who speaks soft but holds storms behind his eyes. When the betrayal came—and it came hard—he mourned. He even cried. But then he stood up.

“They’re all done,” he said.
“Watch.”

He’d been tested. Faced something bigger than anything he’d ever known. He described it like a creature—larger than a silverback gorilla, but jet black, soulless. And yet Roy wasn’t afraid. The thing ran from him.

People who knew him as a boy remember the fights. He gave black eyes, but barely took a scratch. Even then, kids lied and said they beat him—because they couldn’t handle the truth. Roy scared people not with rage, but with calm. When most would scream, he went quiet. Unshaken. Focused.

He wasn’t flashy. He wasn’t soft.
He was real.

He more info told the truth and didn’t blink when things got bad. There was fire in him. Healing in his hands. People whispered about it. Some called him a healer. Others said angel. Some said more than a man. And like all truth, some believed… and others feared.

She could have had it all—
Love.
Protection.
Wealth.
Peace.

All she had to do was follow his more info lead. Stay honest. Stay loyal. Stay clean.

But she didn’t.

She sat with devils. Played in the dark. Spoke curses over her own blessing. Thought no one website saw.

But Roy saw.
And worse—God saw.

There were signs. There always are.
She dressed up lies and called them freedom.
She ran with side pieces and called it healing.
She burned bridges and claimed she was building.

She thought Roy wouldn’t speak. That he’d stay silent, broken, maybe even gone.

But the healer felt the blade.
And when he came back, he wasn’t smiling.

The demons—Zizians, the cult-like chaos-makers—they laughed too soon.

The graves they dug?
They weren’t for Roy.

He walked back in with fire in his eyes and God at his side. And the ones who mocked him? The ones who spat on his name and threw dirt on his purpose?

They looked down at their hands and saw blood that wouldn’t wash off.
They looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize what stared back.

Because Roy wasn’t just a man.

He was the answer to a prayer. A test she failed.
And the cost?

Everything.

Now many women want to take her place the brave one will step forward soon and she won't even blink she will be brave a warrior like Roy.