This is just a tribute

*Unless notified, this chapter and those after it will be back in Matt Cole's point of view.
 
I started to come around; my eye sight was still fuzzy, and my head was still ringing. I slowly tried to open my eyes to see where I was. It was a dark church, and there was some chanting that droned on. I realized I was naked and kneeling next to the two goons that nabbed me.
 
As things went from weird to even more weird, I heard someone making noises from a confession box. After a few minutes, the door opened, and a disheveled woman stumbled out. A minute later, the other door opened, and someone emerged who both intrigued and terrified me.
 
An intimidating-looking man, maybe  6'4, dressed in golden robes and a headdress adorned with goat horns. Came out of the confessional.
 

 
He turned toward me. "Welcome, Vessel of Apollyon!" He said to me, This is the first confirmation I have had that we are dealing with the COA. There were a couple other cults in the area that could also have fit the bill. "I am Aleksey Grand Advisor to the Vessel and Chosen One," he said.
 
"Well, you see, that is where we might have different opinions. It doesn't feel much like you're advising me as much as I am being kidnapped." I said it matter-of-factly
 
"Oh, that is far from the truth, Matt Cole. You are sick; the Master Apollyon requires a weaker-willed patient than you in order to inhabit the body. But not to worry, we brought plenty of things to help your body become a more compatible host for our Savior." He said as he was grinning and rubbing his hands together like a Disney villan would.
 
It was almost funny. "I assume you know a bit about me," I said. Aleksey nodded. "You know I won't help you do anything evil; you were right to try and kill me because you will never control me." I smirked.
 
"Ah yes, the man with no fear, you would rather die than hurt someone...while I admit it is not the usual attitude we look for in the chosen one, there is a certain nobility to it. The lives you will SAVE by listening to my council will far surpass any that would be killed or that are hesitant to accept our rule. Do you understand that? By resisting us, you are condemning more people, especially the girls you have already found, to a short, painful life if you do not cooperate." He laughed again.
 
"Your problem is with me, not them; leave them out of this." I shot back.
 
"Spare me your indignation," he said, waving a dismissive hand at me. "You are in no place to take care of anyone but yourself." After trying to stand and feeling my legs turn to jelly again, I hit the ground with my knees and grunted.
 
"Now listen, Matt, this is really a very easy choice. In order to live a long, healthy life, you are going to fuck women and turn them into slaves. We will use them to infiltrate every government and business in the world, allowing us to finally rule the modern world and bring order. Then Apollyon will allow his followers to take what is theirs, and enjoy the paradise that his return will bring forth.
 
"You have this all figured out then, right?" I mocked him. "Have you spoken to Apollyon about this? How do you know this is what he wants? Did he send you a message? Maybe he just wants to be left alone." But even I didn't believe what I was saying.
 
"Funny, yes, I do have a way to speak with him. Would you like to see how it works?" He smiled, still grinning.
 
Aleksey walked up to the alter at the front of the church. He performed a small ritual, including lighting some candles, drawing on a piece of parchment with what looked like blood, and finally pricking his hand and letting it drop onto the parchment.
 
The air got thicker and muggy, like after a rain, and there was a deep rumbling like someone had the bass up, but there was no sound I could hear. That's when I heard it.
 
".....who dares to disturb my slumber....." Something thundered against the walls of the church.
 
"My Lord, it is I, your unworthy Acolyte; you wished me to tell you when we captured the vessel," Aleksey said, prostrating himself before the altar.
 
".....Yes I can feel him; he is stronger than the others.....you must prepare him for my essence....I grow impatient with these failures! ...." Apollyon roared.
 
"Yes, my Lord, we have everything in place. We will begin the rituals to allow you to return to this plane." Aleksey said, still kneeling with his head on the ground.
 
"Succeed, and you will be my right hand.....fail and I will consume your very soul as a warning to others....." Apollyon thundered.
 
Soon after, the air changed again, and the rumbling in my chest dissipated.
"Well, Matt Cole, how did you like your first encounter with my Master? Could you feel the power in his voice and in his will? It is I toxicating!" He yelled with a mad look in his eyes.
 
Well, I thought I was done being shocked by things, but here we are again. I mean, I have sex powers that give me slaves, and I have the ability to perform superhuman feats now, but did I really think there was some giant goat devil in hell or another dimension that was legitimately going to possess my body and start armageddon? ...did you? No, I guess I thought that was a bridge too far.
 
What I am realizing now is that the plans I came up with to be captured and to get this cult from the inside out might have underestimated exactly what could happen if I failed. I couldn't allow them to get their hands on me. This was much bigger than just me or my group of girls; this was really about the fate of the world now.