The congregation stood. All the members wore the signature black cloak with the hood. Except for the White Parade and the Maul.
Mauls wore a sleek black suit; some wore a homburg hat plus their given medallion. God's throne was the center of the stage, A tall throne made from coal with a black cushion seat and thick arm rest. Embraided with two kinds of gems in the back of the back, a set of diamonds and gold.
"Sit," the king said, pointing out his two fingers and ushering downwards. The congregation took their seats. "Today we remember the fallen and accept the losses. We honor the blood and the bone and give thanks to all we have."
Some Mauls sat with their wives, bitches, or whores; aka juices boxes. A maul in the middle row of seats grabbed his whore's arm and bit into her skin. She winced and tried to pull away. The Maul smacked her across the eye, "Next time it'll be my fist." he growled and licked his golden gripped teeth.
"Bring me the offerings and the scales. If you didn't earn your qouta... well," he stuck his open hand out to the crowd. "Give me your jewels."
Someone swallowed their spit. Another grabbed his handkerchief and patted the sweat on his brow. "First... give me Tyzee Thornton." called God.
A snake's body showed like icy wind around him. Wrapping around the throne and becoming invisible to the eye. A man with purple and gold dreads stood up. His black suit pressed, his medallion around his neck. "You go King! Tell God you that nigga!" cheered his whore. He grimaced and sneered at the woman. "Bitch shut up."
He approached the throne; God lowered his gaze to the floor. "Kneel." he demanded.
Tyzee Thornton kneeled whilst thinking his life was in danger. "Bring his luggage." Three white parade members brought out the silver scales which were seven feet tall. Five other members came down the aisle. Eyes looked back at the doors separating. The white parade carried the gathered souls in a clear bubble and the jars of blood accompanied it. "Lay the jars on the scales."
Tyzee inhale and exhale deeply. Why was it so hot? His pants were sticking to his legs.
Member placed all the jars on the scales.
In all honesty, this act was tiring for the Mauls and vamps alike gathered blood by the gallon. They were spirits but they weren't being tortured.
They picked up Tyzee's 67,000 jars by twos and threes. One spirit looked behind the scales at the weight. As they piled on the jars of blood. The results ended at 2,780,500 gallons.
God tapped his chin, "How many souls?"
Using the power of word, the jars were lifted into the air by the word 'float' and the jars collected back into the cart. They should have of thought of that sooner.
Next, were the souls. "Don't worry baby, you got this!" Tyzee's whore mumbled, blowing kisses his way. And as he was at his knees, he made note to kill the bitch later if snake didn't eat him alive.
The parade weighed the souls. "The soul weighs 21 grams. The desired weight is 209,979 grams." The numbers in the back of the scale rolled, going up and up. "Passed a thousand." Tyzee swallowed again; his heart thumped. He sniffed. And the numbers went up. "Passed one hundred thousand." And the numbers went up. "Slowing down," the spirit shivered and their eyes turned a vivid pink.
"Lord if I may speak."
God rose his hand, "Hold your word."
The numbers slowed down. "179,239, 179,240, 179,241, 179, 242, 179,243..." the count went backwards. "ten thousounds, thousand, nine hundred, eight hundred, seven hundred..."
"The weight of the blood needs to be checked again." said the lord. The Pressure called back the jars of blood with the wave of his fingers. The Count called the final number, "Tyzee..."
"Look let me say my peace first--"
"Hush nigga." the lord pointed his finger.
"713 souls, my lord." he announced to God. His eyes grew, the snakes appeared flicking its tongue. Its jaw unhinged, a row of teeth dyed red and Tyzee was within his mind. Had he already eaten? And a question behind that, who?
"You slacking?" God's index digit tapped his top lip. "God, I swear, I make up for it..." Tyzee grinned sheepishly. "All I need to do... is..."
"What do you do, oh sorry ass nigga, that is so damn important you can't feed me?" he quirked a brow. "Let answer that for you."
The snake over God's shoulders looked over the congregation. It twisted behind Tyzee who shivered and shook. "God!" he nearly screamed. The snakes mouth parted. "I SWEAR TO YOU, OH MIGHTY GOD. I WILL..." The snaked wrapped around Tyzee loosely. "I will... I will pay you back." he slapped his hand in his palm.
"And I swear I don't like liars."
God gave a terrible, ugly, crooked grin. Tyzee's head was engulfed by the serpent, the creature threw his body upward and caught him again. Its body wrapped him while the head and neck were trapped. Muffled screams could be heard and his whore darted for the door.
Pain in his heart and aching in his legs. Pressure building in his body. His fingers twitched. Little by little, the snake deoured his torso. A muffled scream and he took him all in.
The body slid down the animal's throat. Tyzee felt the saliva. The muscles tighten, he slid faster. Another liquid rained on his skin. It burned, nothing but darkness surrounded him. The liquid collected into a pool. He lifted his arm; his flesh was tearing. He screamed again.
"Step up, Renell Kelly," God called. Dimka retreated back to the lord's throne.
Renell Kelly stood 6'3, brown skin with pockmarks on the left side of his face. His nail covered in clear nail polish and his hair styled into a short fro.
"I'm changing it up a bit." God leaned forward with his hands together. "What the fuck did I give you?"
Renell approached the Throne. "Almighty, you gave me my sight."
"And if you had not lost it, where would you be?"
Renell looked at the ground and back into the fire, "I was walking to the store and I could not see." he took a breath. "A car speeding down the road hit me. I died instantly."
God pressed his back to the chair, "You did? How did you get..." he pointed in his position. "Here?"
"I was summoned... by you." his shoulders tensed.
"What are you here for?"
He swallowed, his voice low, "I don't want to di... on these streets."
God smiled, "And I help you." he looked towards the church people. "I help all of you mothafuckas. I give you power and I heal you. So, it's great... bullshit to me when one of you ungrateful niggas can't feed my fat ass." And the snake appeared with its belly over the throne and head at God's feet. "I could up my numbers... cause a nigga been starving. Y'all got the gull to speak my name. Talk about a nigga all day in church but lord forbid I ask you to feed me!" He wagged his finger. "I got something for y'all asses... I promise.