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And the Gods did leave the Blessed Tower with two faithful sluts—Xiu and Korina. They served their Gods with love and obedience. But the third slut proved more treacherous. A dark heart beat in Fiona’s breast and all the faithful wept when she ordered the Holy Space Needle destroyed.

—The Gospel of April 7:46-47

Mary Sullivan

“Mark,” I giggled when I noticed Xiu’s bent over the table, “there’s a candle in this whore’s ass!”
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“The Buy Best Terrorist has struck again. Last night, Mark Glassner and his accomplice Mary Sullivan took over the Sky City Restaurant. A night of debauchery left thousands of dollars in damages and three waitresses missing…”

—Transcript from the ABC Nightly News Broadcast, June 9th, 2013

Mark Glassner

“Fuck this bitch is hot for pussy!” moaned Mary as Ingrid munched on her snatch beneath the table.
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Fiona Cavanagh had a unique place in the Tyrants history. Despite her many crimes, the people of Seattle raised a statue in her and her wife’s honor on the very ground that the Space Needle once stood. The irony may have been lost on those who weren’t aware that Fiona herself became the Tyrants’ thrall at that very spot.

—Excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy by Tina Allard

Fiona Cavanagh – Seattle, WA

“Next weekend’s going to be great,” Hank laughed, his hands drumming on his steering wheel.
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While the Living Gods were spreading Their message of love upon the waters of the Puget Sound, They took two lesbians as their sluts—Chantelle and Lana. Both were lovely to behold. But despite bathing in the Gods’ love, treachery bred in their hearts and they caused great sadness to the Living Gods.

—The Gospel of April 7:20

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“Aren’t they a wild pair?” I whispered to Chantelle, my new wife. She was a slim brunette with the face of an angel.
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The Living Gods, delighting in each others company, journeyed north to Anacortes. There, on a simple boat, They awakened many to true love. While the corrupt governments of man decried the Gods as criminals, Their actions proved their True intentions—to set mankind free to love how and whom they wished.

—First Book of Vivian 3:1-2

Mary Sullivan

Excitement bubbled through me as I grabbed the small purse that matched the yellow sundress I wore. I had always wanted to go orca watching, and Mark, who may be the greatest boyfriend in the history of mankind, was treating me to it.
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“No, we have not identified the exact gas Mark Glassner used in the Buy Best. But, magic, really? That’s ridiculous. Next question.”

—Press Conference held by FBI Special Agent Kip Peterson, June 8th, 2013

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

My sleep was a shallow and restless, plagued with a reoccurring nightmare: I was surrounded by shadowy monsters, holding the crimson crystal in my hand, Mary pressed behind me as I tried to protect her. I would say the words, “Lilith, appear before me.” But nothing would happen, and the monsters would swarm in.
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Sister Louise Afra was the most senior Magdalenite Nun working in North America. Her fifty-year career was marked by a number of dangerous Warlocks. The most infamous Warlock she exorcised before tackling the Tyrants was Kurt Wagner, a sociopath that brutally abused the women he enthralled.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Friday, June 7th, 2013 – Sister Louise Afra – Chicago, IL

“I’m so sorry about the mix-up, Sister Louise,” the check-in clerk at Chicago’s O’Hare International said, disbelief tinging her voice whenever she said “sister.” The clerk, Nancy, still didn’t quite believe I was a nun. I couldn’t blame her since I was dressed in a tight, cobalt blue dress that barely covered my ass and had a deep, plunging neckline. The stiletto heels I wore made my rear nice and perky, and thigh-high, black stockings, held up by garters, peeked out beneath my skirt. Nestled between my breasts was a gold crucifix.
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