Saint John sat at his throne blowing smoke. His eyes were red and his fangs outside his mouth. He looked at his coven and honored with both eyes. "Look at all I have..." he gazed at the naked women in the crowd. "God gave me that." he looked to the bodies of the dead to the left. "God gave me the supply."
He got off his throne and looked upon his golden abode. "It's all mine..." he stepped down the stairs. "I'm immortal... I have knowledge..." he gestured to his temple. "I have power..." flames surrounded his hand. He stopped and stepped on a bitch's back.
"I am rich..." he tilted his head. "You. Get up and suck my dick." Saint John removed his foot from her back and he grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth and head to his thick joystick. He felt the back of her throat. "Praise got me all of this." he pulled her head away, she coughed on the floor.
"And niggas don't believe in God! But I got all this!" his arms flew out beside him. "I got bitches! I got riches! I got it all!" his hands created flames that reached the ceiling. "I believe in God. Ask and you shall receive. I'm motherfucking Jesus!"
Saint John spun around. His eyes a bright pink. "I GOT PASSION! PASSION FOR THE LORD!"
The chimes attached to the ceiling swung. A spirit circled the throne, first invisible than visible. The snake tapped its nose with its tail. He slithered down to Saint John's position. As he became human, he put his hand on Saint's shoulder. "Kaora... my son."
"Father!" he twisted around. He embraced the lord, "Thank you so much."
"You used to be a homeless child. Are you liking your new house?" questioned Asphy'hod. Saint John stepped back, "I am... it's all beautiful."
"Good." Asphy'hod pulled a stick of rolled weed from his coat pocket. "Good." he lit it and took a long drag. "I'm happy you're happy. You killed him and his bitch of a mother."
"I did..." he stood in attention with his pink hues staring at the snake lovingly. "Great. Now, I need some new bitches. Me and the missus want a huge gangbang. Fresh ones, not musty." he tucked his hands in his pockets.
"I'll be sure to look. Any preference?" he smiled with his fangs gleaming. "Not really—actually get some fat ones. More cushion for the pushin'."
"I'll have my cartel pick up some bitches. Fangirls are the easiest."
"I should be more specific." he turned away from Saint John. "No white lilies. I don't like thin lips. But I could use a few to clean out my cage. Oh!" he paused with an intrusive thought. "I could use a white maid. There's a plan."
"Sounds wonderful." he clapped in praise. "What happened the gangsta's ball?"
"That?" he looked over his shoulder. "I don't know but I like to eat and fuck. The best part about that is I can carry a plate of chicken and have my dick busy at the same time."
"And with Aleigha dead you must have no worries?"
"I wasn't worried since the motherfucker was born." God's skin split with his smile. "Foolish fucking half breed... Saint..." he turned around. "You would never?"
His breathing hitched. "Never!" his knees buckled to the floor. He bowed, "I am your most loyal prophet! Look at all you have given to me! I would be nothing without it! Without you!"
"Good."
The window's busted. Glass shattered on the floor. The bitches stood up in shock. "What--"
"What's happening?" God looked around.
The chimes began to ring. A loud raucous voice cracked the walls. Rhymes wrote themselves on the walls reaching the throne room. The ground shook, debris fell from the ceiling.
"The door was open!"
A black fur beast blew out the entrance. It drummed its sharp claws on the floor. The women scattered, and the beast did well to eat each one passing his toes. "You don't mind if I let myself in, huh nigga?"
On top of the wild dog, a black skeleton with a dangling silver chain. "I would whistle but you took my lips."
"You're supposed to be dead!"
"But I is!" Aleigha cackled. "I must be dead for all I am is bone and dust!"
"You ratchet fucking nigga. Whose soul did you steal?"
"I just took half!" he hopped down from his mutt. "Yawa got him for me before he died... you thought you had it."
"I found out!" retorted Asphy'hod. "You ain't slick!"
"I put my mama's half in a puppet. And another piece inside a baby. It's all good. I just came to get my lick out." he looked at a wall. "Even though I ain't got no tongue and Experience pretty much fucked me over."
A string of the word 'SHOTIE' circled his hands. A black bolt action gun formed in his gripped. He took the whole and aimed it at God's head. The bullet flew into his appearance, sending his head back. The next two bullets targeted Saint John, hitting his right shoulder and right cheek. Saint John was stunned by the impact.
"Fuck, bad aim." Aleigha reloaded and swung his skeleton arms behind him, switching out the Bolt for something heavier. A custom-made gun, known as the Paradise. All of Aleigha's guns were a solid black with the essence of darkness surrounding them.
A barrage of bullets shot Saint down. He didn't care and gyrated the gun to the women and dead bodies. Bullets damaged the throne taking a chuck off the back. He busted the lights in the ceiling and the chimes that hung came crashing down. A few women hid only for Aleigha to seek them out.
They gawked at his black bones and his soul flooded his eyes giving off that red death. He switched out his guns again for something simple. An Uzi gun with a blue ribbon, he took the ribbion off. "What the fuck is that!" he gagged. He took aim at the bitch, her blood staining the floor.
He took rounds at guards, blocking bullets with his hand and the bullets fired at the men instead. More guards rushed in from the upper floor. "Increase..." he worked his magic and let go off the uzi.
Two become five and five became twenty. A hundred guns hovered around him and all went off on the guards. "Goddamn y'all irritate me."
He made his way to the second floor of the home. He emptied each room and person he saw. There was a secret room, in the back of the king's room. He went through the door. And there he saw a dark child with pink hues. "Ah fuck..." his soul left his body. "Well, I'll be damn... this nigga got a bitch pregnant."
Rhad's lips trembled. "I should be merciful. It's not your fault; he told you and your stupid ass followed every other. Good God you look like shit..."
"Don't kill--"
The Uzi made its way upstairs and through the door. Rhad fell to the side and his soul undulated, expressing fear. "Weak ass thing..." Rhad's orb dashed around the castle. Aleigha's soul grew into white body.
And he heard him stomp.