After the Bishop calms down, he goes on explain the Devil Things. "So," he sits upright in the recliner. "Oah and Delmeth, the brothers of crystal. It sounds funny but Oah and Delmeth were abandoned by their mother. She left her sons on the street with a bag of meth. So the brother's thought of a way to get off the streets with a baggie of methamphetamine."
"You can't be serious…" uttered Dexter. He leaned on his palm listening to the story. "Oah was the brother that wanted to sell the meth and Delmeth wanted to warn people about the meth. He caused mass hysteria among people giving him the title of the Devil of Laughter. Meanwhile his brother built one of the largest trap houses in Locucts."
"This sounds like history--"
"AND!" shouted Bishop Foreman. "They are the brother's of Greed. Sometimes known of the Chronic Brothers of BE."
It is this real?
"The Brothers of Greed are two brothers with blades in their chest. Their eyes are covered by durags. Delmeth has the big teeth and Oah is missing his brain. They are the trickest devils of all. Coaxing you to commit to meth."
"Sounds stupid…" says Urick in the front. "Beware they are Devil Things. Some say the brother came from closet trapping. They made a prayer."
A vamp raises their hand. "I heard Devil Things were doppelgangers."
"Yes. You loose a part of you to religion." he says.
"So are they alive."
"Nah. Nine times outta ten the doppelganger takes the body so it can walk around."
"Oh…"
"So, Doppelgangers can't walk?" asks Penina. "It's basically your shadow. Yes, your shadow is yourself and it can leave you." says Bishop Foreman. "The best thing is keeping your shadow. Drunks don't have it, a conscious drunk has a slight shadow."
"Sleight?" I mutter. "The shadow is there but it's following them and always leaning. Barely holding on. The spirit is damaged."
"I still have my shadow…" she says.
"Not for long…" he smiles. "Now we just went over the Brother of Greed, Oah and Delmeth. And we talked about Charquon. Now let us speak on OUR Holy spirit."
"Our holy spirit…?" I observed.
"Vampires worship. We give thanks for life and to carry on because without OUR Holy Spirit we wouldn't be. And they came as SHE."
"She?"
"Besujia." he rejoiced. "But others call her the antichrist."
My jaw drops. Dexter gets up with haste. I'm begging him to sit down. "WE WORSHIP THE ANTICHRIST?"
"We shouldn't be and either should we." he says. "We cannot get to the light. So when we were casted aside. We sought glory in SHE. The mother of darkness…"
"I don't give a shit how black my ass is. I'm not going to hell!"
"Then… you can't be with us. When we walk across the Black Lakes. And Aleigha dared to sit on the Spirit!"
"GOOD!"
"HE SHOULD DIE!" bellows the bishop. "He raped and killed her. Her body destroyed. He drowned her in drugs. The nigga is the devil himself. And people thank him!"
"Don't the fucking history say, you tried to kill his fucking daughter. Y'all lynched her ass three times, prostituted her, and shot her. She's was a little girl!"
"And her smart ass deserves death." he stands out his recliner. "Death is not always. Death is limited. She wasn't supposed to fight it."
"What the fuck does that mean?" I hop to my feet. You're talking about my mother." His head grows big again, "FUCK YOUR MOTHER!"
"Nigga fuck you!"
"She lived! She escaped! She mocked her!"
"A grown ass woman also killed her son in a bathroom. I know my history!" Dexter spoke with acid. "That bitch was dumb ass hell and killed several of her kids. Slept with another dumb fucking nigga to make a fucking dumb nigga!"
"BE QUIET!" The Bishop waves his head round. His hand lifts and Dexter his flung to the back wall. "SHE WAS A SAINT!"
Now we in love with crackheads. "I SAID HUSH!" something invisible squeezes my neck. I can't breathe.
"Mable Harper was a saint." his head deflates. "She did not kill her son. That was a lie."
"No the fuck it wasn't!" Dexter shakes off the hurt in his shoulders. "That woman was a crackhead. She was fucking crazy to cut off a little girl's arm."
"It was a whooping." Excuse me! "Shikki was young and child should know their place."
"She was a baby, you fucking retard!" Dexter gets to his feet, fire pours from his lips. "JOKER!"
As he shouts the walls peel, there is a laughter in the room and soon everyone chuckles. Penina covers her mouth. "QUIET!" the bishop yelled. Emil's lips are sown together. "DISMISS!" yells Dexter. "BOOK OF MOUTH!" The books fly off the bookshelves in the room.
What is law?
You can't illicit,
That means not allowed
Just like cloud
Or Talking too loud
Don't speak to me
It's hers
It's theirs
It's ours
Without care
It's mine
It's yours
It's what I've been fighting for.
Is that a rap? The ground is shaking, the lyrics cover the walls. "GO TO THE NAVE!" I can't control my body. Everyone is moving, even Dexter. What's the key? There's a key in the lyric.
It feels as if something is choking my knees. My legs are burning. We pass the Ghost that came with us. He shakes his head disapprovingly.
We get into the nave. The bishop raps again.
It's the past
But forever in memory
Sometimes I carry it like accessory
Best remember this treachery
A whole ass legacy
So deep in this shit; it become a reverie
We sit down in church seats. He floats over to the podium. The rap goes on
Oh lord,
I told you
I said it
And you know it
Chivalry is dead!
Don't you know it?
Not a law, not a book
Show it on the news, make yourself look like a fool.
You ignored the law
The practice, the rule
This what you fought for
To be a mother, that's all
But you fucked up and did it.
He lied
He lied
Just ignore the ghoul
He puts his hand out in my direction. I stake a stand.
It's mine,
It's yours
It's ours
Quick! Give the child a name
We don't have time to play
Name her Jay
Or Lyrae?
Something so she can walk on boardway
Oh lord
I'm making my way to the podium. My chest is heavy. "You are her son." he says looking at me with bright pink eyes. "This is hilarious…"
I can't even ask why. "Remind me if I'm wrong. You came from man and child!" he grabs my arm. "Do you know your father?"
I...
"Because I know. He stands about seven feet two and did your mother a great honor and that whore did best by you."
But my mother was a child.
"She had you at, what, mmm." I hate him. "Eleven or so. She had you by a man, that she didn't even know." But what's important is my mother knew I was hers. "Doctors said she had a crack skull, it could have made her bit slow. What does it matter if she doesn't know?" he grins at me, his fangs visible. "That father that prayed? You can see him again. THat's why you're here, because of a bet. Poker, to a party go-er, never sober. The pawnbroker, the smoker, to the boater and power owner." he counts on his fingers. "His last payment, a plea, he hopped and prayed as bothersome as it could be." the bishop pulls out a stake from his robes. "He said…" My chest hurts. "I hope you never forget me… except this doesn't count."
I can breathe…
I can breathe…
I can breathe…
I fall to my knees, the church is covered in lyrics. "I can do something with this one." he looks down at me. "You're closer so… you can live for now. How about becoming a member?"