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Chapter 8 by FictionLord FictionLord

How well does everything go?

These people believe everything they read, it went extremely well

I nodded, not quite able to find words to speak.

Talking a step towards me, he began looking me up and down. “And he tells me that by exercising your rights as a ‘son of God’, you have taken your mother to be your wife.”

Again, I nodded, and he took another step closer, beginning to walk around me with analytical eyes.

“But he thinks that you are not in the right to be a son of God, as you violated your mother when laying in bed with her. That you did not lay with her for the purpose procreation, but for taking pleasure in the flesh.”

Glancing to the side, the smug face my father was infuriating beyond relief and so I found my voice again.

“But does it not say that the son of God will be judged separately from others. That his actions, though an evil for men who cannot grasp its beauty, is an act of holy creation. I did not lay with my mom out of lust, I was merely enjoying the righteousness of the act.” He finally stopped moving, with his face close to mine, staring intensely into my eyes. I stared back, attempting to be just as intense.

Then taking a step back, a smile formed on his face. “That is true David, very true. Based on what I’ve heard and seen, you are very knowledgeable with the scripture, and even then, you declared yourself a son of God with little hesitation.” He seemed to be thinking a bit more as he looked at me. “Young man, when were you born?”

“I was born November 29th sir.” As I spoke those words, his eyes grew wide.

Hastily he grabbed a bible that his wife had been holding and was flipping through the pages. “Is it true, is it possible?” He kept muttering as he continued to search through the book. Now everyone was completely focused on pastor Rodrick.

“What is it, Mr. Rodrick.” My father asked. Signs of his smugness were now gone and were instead filled with worry.

“Aha!” Mr. Rodrick yelled. “Right here, in the 2nd chapter of the old testament, it says, ‘And there shall be a great leader, destined to lead a people in a land far beyond the horizon. This man shall be born on the three hundred and thirty-third day of the year, 2 millennia after the coming of our Lord.’ And if I go to the third chapter of the new testament it says this, ‘And a man born on the three hundred and thirty-third day shall be destined for the leadership of his town to lead it to salvation. He shall claim his right as a son of God and lead the people as he sees fit.’”

Leaning over his shoulder your father looked at the book, and back to you skeptically. “Surely you don’t mean to say that, not only is his claim valid, but that he’s also some sort of destined prophet. Aren’t there any other people that were born on November 29 that could fit the bill?”

“No… no… it has to be him. The last person to declare themselves the son of God was 10 years ago and they were born in January. No, I believe your son is destined to lead our town!” Mr. Rodrik looked like he was about to bounce for joy, the emotion so foreign to see on him. Mrs. Rodrick had started clapping, and your mom’s awestruck face was back. Father, on the other hand, looked like he was going to collapse.

“This is so amazing. I can’t believe that we get to witness a prophecy unfold.” Mr. Rodrick said. “Even here, a little further in the book, there is more on the subject. Again, stating the date, the fact that it will be in a distant land of united people… and then there. It speaks of the son of God leading a town, this town! ‘He shall lead a town to salvation, his word shall be an extension of the almighty’s word. Do not doubt the son’s will, all that is done accordingly to his orders shall be righteous and holy.’ And then it goes onto a long list of his rights. We have to tell the town!”

As amazing as it felt to have everything come together, I really didn’t want to do it today. I felt more like fucking my mom again and maybe even throwing in Mr. Rodrick’s wife into the mix. “Mr. Rodrick, this is amazing news, but it’s getting a little bit later in the day. Do you think we might tell everyone tomorrow, or at least if you tell them today, have the meeting tomorrow?”

“Yes of course! I’ll tell as many people as I can today, and then we can have a town meeting tomorrow. Come on Samantha, we have to start right away!” Taking her arm, the older man was ready to run off.

“On second thought sir, why don’t you leave Mrs. Rodrick with me. There’s some work I wanted to get done with my mother here and I think your wife would be very helpful. Why don’t you take my father with you instead? I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” If looks could kill, then my father would probably be able to **** the whole town right now.

“Excellent idea David. Samantha, you can stay here with him, and Henry you can come along with me.”

With that, my father and one super happy/scary man were off to spread the good news, leaving me with two very beautiful women.

“So David, what exactly did you need help with?” Mrs. Rodrick asked.

What do you need help with?

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