Down The Rabbit Hole Part 3

Chapter 230-2

Down The Rabbit Hole

Part 3

 

Most of the Sunday services are repetitive; we didn’t sing songs nor did people stand up to a pulpit to give a talk from the congregation, mostly it was one person talking the entire time as they said mantra after mantra as the High Bishop read their bible and giving their opinion on what it means. It was like watching paint dry, to be honest. Until our High Bishop said. “Now my blessed congregation I have been informed that today Mr. Tate who many of us know would like to say a few words.” Mr. Tate stood and went up to the stage he turned and faced the congregation. He asked the person who was in charge of the lights turn on all the lights.

It was blinding at first being in the dark so long as it took us a minute to gain our sight back. He reached into his robe and retrieved a copy of the kill order that was going around the congregations. He said. “My dear friends, I stand before you as a humble servant of our church, it has come to my attention that. I have sent an order out that would require someone I hold dear to me to sacrifice his young life in the name of this church. Which many of us have, and is expected to do so.

“Yet our church law states that person who has been asked to fulfill this written order that if he does so, without the proper ritual rights, which he can not receive, until he reached the perspective age, or has completed his training. That his life and his family’s life will be sacrificed for not obeying church law that has been handed down for centuries.

“Yet if he disobeys a direct order as is stated in this agreement he and his family shall be killed in the most brutal way. I ask you, why would someone do this? What is the purpose of this order? I tell you it is to eradicate their problem, then blame it on the person giving the order so he or she also dies for them, not the church. This is not what our church teaches. That person must obey regardless of the consequences. We don’t send our children out to butch young children, no matter of who they are or what their status is in our church. We don’t kill, without cause; we don’t maim or destroy without reason. We do not take what does not belong to us unless given freely.

“I stand before you this day to set the recorded straight. Since it is my duty and obligation and because my name is on this with several signatures stating I have given the order and the council I represented have given their approval that it must be carried out. But let the record state. This may be my name on this order but was not me that signed it or order it.

“I never gave such an order and the people listed on this circling order did not sign it. This agreement was never issued by me or them; it never came in front of the council of the church. None of us signed it. Which means that is a forgery and a fake; intended for one purpose which is to discredit me and the members of this church.

“It wasn’t until recently I have discovered who the person or persons behind this were. Many of you know that I have been betrayed by my own men recently and there had been a tempt on my life because I had been seen with the New High Priestess and have apologized for my recent behavior regarding me not willing accept her as my High Priestess due to the color of her skin. Or anyone like her.

“Like you, I was in shock, but I bowed my self before my God and he has told me he had chosen her as one of our disciples. That if I did not accept her as such or decremented anyone in this church by the color of their skin ethnic origin. He would remove me from his bossism and curse me forever more. That if she accepts my apology I am to wed her as my wife to prove to him that I have truly accepted her and him as my Lord and King.

“Because of that recent decision, the very men I have hired, trained, and put above others to see too my protection at any cost, betrayed me and sold me out. These very men I have known most of my life, and their families tried to kill me, my friends and anyone that was willing to align their houses with me. Many of you shunned me the moment you found out my intentions, and started to remove yourselves from me, and sought out to destroy me because you had believed that this very order I hold in my hands came from me.

“Knowing church law that any man, woman in the council of the church issues a kill order of this kind shall be no friend of the church, is taking our sacred laws into his own hands and trying to raise himself over our true of God, which it would be blossomy and punishable by death. I come before you to tell you this is not the case; it is someone inside this church that is using this to discrete me and the people I have aligned with. So they themselves may seek to rule over you.

“Yes it is true I had an alliance with the old Queen, being as she was my 3rd wife. These were her men she had trained for this purpose to protect me and the ones I love. As you know she was found guilty of high treason, she had sent out many orders out like this one in my hands. To get want she wanted, which was to set her older brother Grant Coldwell over our church as the new High Bishop and his wife Aldine as the next High Priestess as well as place my best friend and my 2nd husband Harry Johansson to take the seat of the council of nine and put him in line to be the next prophet of our church.  It didn’t matter….” He paused as he heard a loud clapping.

Mr. Coldwell stepped forward as he clapped his hands as he said. “Bravo, Bravo indeed. As you can see it is too late for speeches, dear sweet husband, I have gained the support I needed to make this transition legal in the eyes of the church. At this moment my friend Harry is seeking counsel with the Holy Prophets to remove the High Bishop and this black w***e who claims to be our new High Priestess as well as bring down the Holly Queen that has no business running this church.

“It is only a matter of time before it happens. So give us your speech, telling us how you didn’t sign this order, which has your signature on it and it has your crests seal stating this order came from you. We don’t care about an apology that means absolutely nothing, other then it is a sign of weakness.

“Truly you believe that our true God after centuries has placed a black w***e as our High Priestess and tells you that these Niger’s who have been our slaves for over 365 hundred years since the 16th century that our true and only God tells us that we should except them, into our church and into our society, when other churches have not done so, since the beginning of time. It is going to take an act of God to…” His words trailed off as everyone gasped and whispered what the hell is going on.

The lights went out hearing aloud rumbling growl as every candle, every cauldron was lit instantly. Mr. Tate stepped back watching the pulpit he was using burst into flames and blew itself apart where he was standing, causing him to take cover off the stage and fell to his knees bowing with his hands and arms above his head. Mr. Coldwell also backed away, but he refused to bow yelling that it was just a trick that it wasn’t real. Watching the altar on the stage spin out of control and slam into the nearest wall then burst into flames.

He gasped as he watched the curtains rippled. The pentagram on the stage floor lit with towering flames circled it. Red and black smoke was seen in the middle of it. Everyone hit the floor bowing as a large shape began to form out of the smoke all except for Mr. Coldwell as he stared blindly at the smoke and the figure manifesting inside of it before him and the congregation. A huge beast, part man, part beast with the head of a black buffalo, large black horns and red and yellow eyes, his chest was man, with a large black mane that went from his neck to his midsection.

Everything else was man except for his hands which we long claw-like fingers and nail like a large black bear. With black fur on the back of his hands and his feet were goats like huffs with more black fur that extend almost to his knees. That soon took shape in a matter of seconds. You could feel the ground under you trembling. I heard a small whimper coming out of Mr. Coldwell’s mouth and we smiled seeing a puddle forming around his feet and I was sure he wasn’t the only one. I had to say I was very impressed, and if I didn’t know it wasn’t real I'd be wetting my self.

The voice was hard and crisp; as fire came out of its mouth with black smoke flaring out of his nostrils, as he said. “Arise, my children, be not afraid; for it is I your true God Lucifer that has been called by the mouth of my disciples.” You could see large claw-like hands and its body sitting on some sort of throne made out of skeletons and skulls with a large hook staff made of bone in the smoke that swirled around it as it stood in the air above the pentagram that was lit with flame all around it.

The Demon God leaned forward said. “I call forth Grant Coldwell too stand before me, or die by my hand.” I watched Mr. Coldwell slowly make his way toward the Demon God, the fire lowered as it let him into the circle. But just enough not to get to close to the smoke and fire; the demon God waited, but he did not bow to him.

 

He laughed. “Trickery and magic. You are nothing but smoke and mirrors.” The demon god stood and took his staff and swiped it in front of him as we watched Mr. Coldwell fall to the floor surprised as the rest of us, without any doubt this could be real.

The Demon God said. “How dare you stand before me, I demand your respect, now knell or die, my patients with you and those that have pledged their souls to me, like some God that has no power is at an end?” Mr. Coldwell quickly bowed low on to his knees and stomach placing his arms and hands above his head begging him to forgive him.

The Demon God regained his seat on his throne placing the staff on his knee, said in a low loud growl that sent goosebumps down my back. “Have I not made it clear who is to represent me and my church? You are not worthy of such a position, if you were I would have appointed you. This is my church, these are my people. This is my doctrine.” Fire spewed out of his mouth and more smoke out of his nostrils as his dark claws grasped the edge of his throne.

The smell of fire was strong and you could actually feel the heat and darkness radiating off him, as the voice of this apparition seemed to surround us all. Mr. Coldwell begged for mercy as his body and arms lifted and raised and fell in front then raised his head slightly. “My Lord, my true God, forgive my ignorance, I beech you to listen. It has come to my attention that the High Bishop of your church here has betrayed us all. By aligning himself with these traitor’s to the church, who have been spreading lies about me and….”

The figure laughed cutting him off, in cold chuckle as smoke and fire billowed out of his mouth. “Lies, do you think that I... your God is stupid? Your very soul reeks with deception. Do you not know that nothing you do is not seen by me? You sought to unseat my chosen disciples so that you may rule over my church instead. You kill in my name, but I have given no permission. You disobey my orders; you seek revenge for your sister for being Judge for high treason. You seek the life of my most holy, and the people they have aligned themselves with them. You seek all these things so you and your mindless sheep may bask in their riches, which you have not earned. You covet the power I have given them. You are the one I find unworthy.

“Your very presence disgusts me. You are no longer fit to hold a position in my church. Seek to harm my disciples; I will take your life. I will take your soul which belongs to me and I will crush it in my hands.

“Here is my decree and obey. Leave this place of worship and give everything you own to my disciples for penitence by the end of the week. And seek me out into the wasteland south of here in the red desert; with only the clothing on your back and enough rations to keep your body alive and from the elements. Until you have proven to me you’re true God Lucifer the Almighty, the only true God that you are worthy or die.

“I also declare that all your wives, husbands and children be stripped from you and be remarried to those lesser than your station or become the burdens of the church. So that they will have a chance to thrive within my church as long as they obey my church laws, they either all obey my chosen discipline or choose to leave the church altogether for those that have taken no part of your betrayal. None will be harmed because they were forced to follow your counsel.

“For if they are harmed in any way or shunned. I will close off my heart. I will remove myself from them and seek to bring forth such a punishment that your future trials that lay before my cowardiest worm, unfit to be named, is no more to me, but as a slave of burden and now cursed for the remainder of his days. They that follow you will cry out, and be blinded from my sight; they will be sacrificed, and are to be judged accordingly for their crimes.

“Hear me well my people;” Demon before us said pointing his staff at Mr. Coldwell. “This man and the people that follow him will be seen as cowards and traitors to this church. Anyone helping him taking down my church will die. Those that wish to join him may do so, for I will not tolerate this kind of deception in my church. I have appointed worthy disciples to teach you, to guide you.

“I do not discriminate against those that I have found worthy. Now go and prepare yourself and make haste you pathetic worms.” Mr. Coldwell quickly backed up as he slid away until he was far enough to get up and run, but was ordered by the guards to make him sit so he could wittiness the power being displayed so he would remember it. Knowing without a doubt this was no trickery, which truth was the greatest show on earth.

“I say unto the days of Cain and Able. I brought forth Cain into my bosom and he was blessed of all men that followed my commandments, he too was blessed with a skin of black. And I marked him to be seen apart by men that they would know that he was my chosen disciple. You to will be marked for all to see that you belong to me and that no one shall help you as you wonder the wasteland like Cain did until I called him back to my bossism…

“Once he was taught and guided by my hand feeding off the wasteland and could obey all my commandments. I gave him woman so she too may rule with him above common men so they may bring forth my seed and flourish upon the earth. Those that chose not too accept them as I have commanded well be seen as traitors to this church and will be stripped of their positions and wealth and will be forced to seek refuge into the wilderness, scraping, and clawing on their bellies, like worms of this earth; until they to find favor once again in my eyes or until the end of their days. Twice I have been before my squabbling children here. Twice I have given this commandment which has fallen on deaf ears.

“Therefore I give unto you a new commandment. Those that seek to plunder, kill, and ravage for revenge, will be Judged by my new council of magistrates that I will set forth those that are worthy as the others will be Judged and swept away if found guilty of treason. I give unto you a new disciple that will speak in my name to perform this task. I call forth from the realms of my son Mormo. Lord and King of the sacred scrolls; Tibaern Drake and his sear and his wife Mistress Loretta Drake, and their son the son of Cain Calvin Drake.”

The apparition took his staff and pointed the tip of his staff to the stage to its right and then once more to its left near the apparition as it solidified out of the smoke as if it was reaching beyond this world. Red smoke appeared from those spots and flashes of light like lightning burst within it, as images started to appear on either side of the Demon God.

A cold wind blew all around us as the smoke started to clear away stood the first figure in a dark red robe with several symbols etched and sown with silver thread, with golden fringe around the outlines of his hood. His head bowed and covered in darkness so you couldn’t see his face. Around his neck was a large pendant of the larges red gem I had ever seen. In his hand was a golden staff that looked like it was made of snakeskin with the head of a serpent and its body wrapped around the staff and in-between the spaces were small skulls with gems of all colors for its eyes that were lit up like a Christmas tree and dusted with white diamonds.

The second figure also started to solidify as the smoke started to clear. She too was covered in a similar red robe like his and in her hand was a duplicate staff, but around her neck was long golden cross with black skulls on the ends and in the middle was a complete skeleton hung upside down made of white bone and dusted with diamond dust and green eyes that were lit.

The Demon God pointed his staff in front of him as red smoke soon appeared from that spot just like the others, but in this case, it was smaller in size. When the smoke cleared away a small boy appeared dressed in a black robe like ours, but with red fringe lining, and wore a small red pendant like his fathers his shoulders were draped with a red sash with the satanic symbols, his head to was bowed and his hand were inside his sleeves, What skin we could see was dark chocolate skin unlike his parents that were both white, he had to be at least Jason’s age being about his size, but unclear because like the others his face was cloaked in darkness.

The lights flickered on and all the smoke slowly dissipated taking the Demon with it as we watched all the candles and cauldrons flicker out.  The main image faded as everyone remained on there stomachs or knees bowing and crying begging for mercy. Stringum whispered. “A bit much you think?” I smiled as he gave me a fist bump as we waited for them to speak. I had to admit, it was indeed a show stopper. No wonder it looked like Stringum had been up all night.