"Jah or Yah in the church. The Tetra. It's just letters." Besujia smirked. "What do you think it means."
Torielle stammered, "Like praise?"
Besujia nasty smile consumed her mouth. The fangs of a beast shinning. Their body changed into a man with long thick curls above his shoulders. He was dark skin wearing a suit and a silver chain around his neck. "Yeah…"
Torielle glowered, she eyed Besujia. "I want to go home."
"Home?" her eyes expanded. "You no home. Especially not with that nigga in the house."
"I don't know that man." said Torielle.
"He's your father."
"I--" she could dispute the claim but she also didn't know. Davea was her mother-- "Wrong." interrupted Besujia.
"Mind your business!" the child yelled.
"No." Besujia smirked. "They didn't mind their business. So what?"
"Who is they!"
"The church…" her body vanished and the red room's floor bubbled. "They were worshippers. Praisers."
"WHO!" Torielle jumped on the sofa as the red floor made it to her toes. "What are you!"
"I am the antichrist. Next you want to ask me what is it I want." she couldn't hear them but they were around. "I was a statue. I'll tell you that much. I stood still while other confessed to me. The preacher brought me here."
"What!" a fish sprouted from the floor and flopped helplessly. The fish extended and grew fatter. She didn't know what it was before but she knew what it became. Now there was a shark in the room. The shark had teeth going in it's head and jaw. It's eyes rolled in every direction.
"He was molested and more. Let to me well…"
"No…" she sulked.
"You will meet a man, he is an…" Besujia tapped her chin. "Uncle sorta… to you."
"I don't have an uncle."
"Whatever you say." Besujia rose something out the blood. "This is a Mexican."
A large black cage shroud by a dark cloth emerged from the blood. She couldn't see but was told a person was in there. "What do you want?"
"To leave."
"What is your religion?"
Torielle eyed the cage. "I don't have a religion."
The cage shook. Screams reached her ears. Her head snapped to the cage. "Where do you come from?"
She heard a voice say, America. What followed was the crackling of a whip. The cage swayed and clanked.
"Do you have a religion?"
The cage shook, the cover never coming off. A howl in her ear but she couldn't see. The cage leaked blood.
"Do you believe in God?"
The shrieks were ear piercing accompanied by the barks of hounds. She heard teeth tearing at flesh so deep the veins snapped.
"I can show you true religion."
She trembled, Torielle watched the cage bleed. "La Dama Falsa is a devil. I'm giving you the answers here." the cloth on the cage dropped. Inside was a woman that was thin with blonde hair. "This is Valentina. Valentina is the daughter of Growden. There are many."
Torielle felt her stomach, it was empty but felt full. "He's adopted."
She gave Besujia attention. "He was a preacher for the church. Until one day, Johnny died. He knew Ms. Harper was going through a change. He tried to help but she was racist."
She still had no idea what she had to do with it.
"Montgomery was in the church. He was molested by Ms. Harper, Johnny's mother. She put hands in his pants, he… never felt anything like that. She dragged him behind the church and did that and nobody heard. Mable used to have sex with her son. She stopped doing that and Monty showed up. Mable took her son's clothes and posed as a boy. Aleigha was a rapper, his career sunk. All he wanted was revenge, he beat the shit out of Mable. Saint John, Johnny, didn't like that so the two went back and forth. Aleigha is really good with his voice, except he can't remember shit. Growden hates him."
"Why?" she hated to ask.
"Robbed him. Supposedly--" Besujia looked up. "Did he? He did. Aleigha and Growden knew each other in church. It was a church activity. He told the younger black boys to sell candy and the girls did a car wash."
They looked at each other.
"You're mother was there." Besujia blinked. "As for the realm, he came from prayer and the realm answers. It makes people believe in the whole it has a mind. To a certain degree it does. But it answers to what you asked."
"I didn't ask for this…"
"I know… you wished it on another. So look at the mess you made."
"I didn't…"
Besujia turned into Torielle. "Why couldn't it happen to her!" she said with her lips. "I never do anything wrong. She doesn't even have a mom! I hate her!"
Besujia wiped her eyes. "I hope she dies."
The antichrist narrowed their eyes. "do you still wish the same?"
"I never--"
"You are dead." they said bluntly. "Do you get it?"
Torielle sat still. "Stubborn. You thought you was grown. Alexis doesn't do anything."
"Cedrica--"
"HUSH!" they bellowed. "Her name is Cedrica! You never call anyone by their first name! Because you're so mean!"
Had she done something wrong?
Besujia pointed her finger at Torielle, "You are dead and will remain dead. You ungrateful fat bitch."
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A little boy walked up to the statue in the nave. "Good morning goddess." the child circle his index finger with his other. "I have come to you in private and hope you do not tell a soul."
Of course the statue did not answer. "I hope to make love to you someday and not to the other." he looked at the floor.
The statue was silent. "What does daddy mean?"
The statue was silent. "What is cum?"
The statue was silent. "I was… over there." he pointed to the side door of the church. "And Miss Harper took off her dress and I didn't ask her too. She did it, and ladies--because I'm a gentlemen--ladies shouldn't get undressed. Right goddess?"
The statue was silent. "So, Ms. Harper was also back there." he pointed to the location. "With her son and he's older. I'm just big and I'm orphaned because my daddy got shot while he was drunk." he sniffled. "Ms. Harper was back there and Johnny pull down his pants and he was smiling but I didn't. And she was really mean because… I said. Stop."
The statue was silent. "And pastor Growden was with Aleigha and Aleigha had a knife on his throat. I asked why when he came out the backrooms and there was a doll behind him." Montgomery squeezed his lips shut. "The doll looked at me and sometimes I see Growden with a doll and it sits it on the podium. I asked pastor about it. Yes, I did. He told me to mind my fucking business."
The statue was silent. "And I ain't telling a lie. I never lie." he looked at the floor more as his throat burned. "And I saw pastor Growden in the backroom with one of the ladies and she was just like miss Harper. She said, she needed it. And I was thinking she needed it but Aleigha's mama told me that needs aren't always needed. But I think Ms. Harper needs it and when she needs it she stops asking for demons, you know goddess?"
The statue was silent. "One time I caught Aleigha playing in his pants but he said was zipping them up."
"You are so stupid."
"Huh?" he searched around him but no one was around. "Goddess? Was that you."
"Why do you talk to me?" questioned the statue. "Why do you flirt with me?"
"Because I love you goddess." he smiled.
"I am not here." she said.
"But…" he gasped. "You're right here."
"Stop taking the small cup." they told.
"The blood of Christ?"
"That is not the blood of Christ…"
"I didn't drink it…"
The eyes of the statue glared at him, they shined pink. "You lie to me…?"