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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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And the World rejoiced as the False God was laid low by our Living Gods’ prowess.

—The Second Book of Vivian 2:56

Debra Horne-Dannell

“Something has happened, Forrest,” I reported into my microphone, speaking with Forrest Murphy back in the Q13 Fox studios while I stared into the camera manned by Jarret. The world had changed a moment ago. I felt like I had returned to myself. “Everything is different. It’s like I’m waking up from a dream.”

Around me in the square before the Tacoma Courthouse were US soldiers who served the God Brandon Fitzsimmons. No, that couldn’t be right? He could not be a God. Everywhere I looked, soldiers were shaking their heads, looking confused. A young soldier, no more than twenty, sat down and started sobbing into his hands.

“We felt it, too, Debra,” Forrest replied through my earpiece. He was anchoring the news desk back at the Q13 Fox studio in Seattle. “Why did we ever believe Brandon was a God?”

“He cast a spell,” I realized. “Led us astray from our true Gods.”

It was all coming back to me. My worship and love for Mark and Mary Glassner had been suppressed by the false God’s enchantment. I was free. It felt wonderful. “Our real Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, are responsible,” I continued reporting. A smile grew on my face. It was unprofessional, but I could not contain the joy I felt at being free. “I just know it! The Living Gods have triumphed. Around me, the soldiers under Brandon’s control appear to have been freed as well. Many look dazed, sick even. Disgusted at what Brandon forced them to do. We have all heard the reports of the atrocities committed the last few days in Tacoma.”

“I just shot that man,” sobbed the young soldier, staring at his hands. “Oh, God, why did I do that?”

The doors to the jail suddenly opened and two naked women, one Black and one Hispanic, walked out carrying M16s. I recognized the Black woman as 51, the chief bodyguard of my Gods. Then Desiree and a brunette walked out, dragging a manacled man.

Brandon Fitzsimmons.

And the last to walk out were my Gods. They were naked, their arms entwined. An aura of fire danced about the pair. My breath caught in my throat. Even naked, they were magnificent. His chiseled body, as perfect a male specimen as you would find on any Greek statue, and Her womanly figure, as beautiful as any pin-up model. Power and majesty radiated out from the pair.

“I present the false god, Brandon Fitzsimmons!” my God roared.

Desiree kicked the back of Brandon’s leg, and the fat, balding man fell to his knees. Whatever illusion Brandon had used to make himself look young and fit had been broken. He stared blankly at the ground, utterly defeated.

“He enslaved you with his dark magic!” my Goddess proclaimed, Her voice ringing, stirring my soul. “But we have freed you! Do not feel guilty for what you did under his control. Only Brandon bears responsibility for the murders and the rapes. Only Brandon!”

The soldiers around me looked up at the Living Gods with hope and relief. The young man who had been sobbing near me gazed at Them with such a worshipful expression. “It wasn’t me,” he whispered. “It wasn’t me!”

“Brandon Fitzsimmons is guilty of mass murder and rape!” my Goddess proclaimed. “He sacrificed over fifty women to the demon Molech!”

My God looked down at the defeated man. “For his crimes, I condemn him to death!”

With my God’s sentence, 51 aimed her M16. I felt a vicious surge of triumph in my heart as the M16 barked. Brandon fell lifeless to the ground.

“A darkness approaches!” declared my God. “Brandon was merely the first. Only Mary and I can protect you! Serve us, worship us, and we shall fight for you! Protect you! We are the only hope for the world! We are your Gods, and we love you all!”

The soldiers fell to their knees in worship. It took me a moment to realize that I knelt with them.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

The gun barked.

Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

Then the darkness gave way to fire, to pain. To agony beyond anything I had ever felt alive. I screamed and screamed as the flames danced on my skin, igniting every nerve. Around me, thousands screamed, millions. I burned upon hot bronze, my flesh sizzling, but I would not die, and the pain would not end. My flesh was never consumed. My torment would be unceasing.

“Welcome, Brandon,” Lucifer taunted. A collar of molten-red metal encircled my neck, a chain leading off to the radiant figure floating before the thousands of tormented souls bound to him in the oven. “Did you enjoy your wishes?” He savored my torment, delighted in it, drank in my agony. Malice and sadism dripped from every word he uttered. “I hope they were worth the price.”

To be continued…

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