SINNERS

 

SINNERS 

 

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE RECKONING

 

After Bucky BonAires was released from jail, he went through life business as usual. He became more violent than ever shouting at his various acolytes with obscene instructions. Some tried to run away, but Bucky and his loyal dogs caught up with them and burned them alive. There is only one man in charge of Deliverance and God has put him in that position he said to himself. 

 

He would preach like a rabid dog that he was, cursing and speaking in ancient languages his congregation would not understand sometimes hissing like a snake and other times as loud as a trumpet. Inside his run-down church that survived the fire he was always in his room citing bible verses and speaking in tongues. 

 

He would chant ancient prophecies and was so out of his mind he gave in to the delusion that he was the second coming of Christ himself. He would preach this sermon to the congregation demanding royal gifts from them like precious metals and their entire life savings, he would say every man and woman had to sacrifice for there to be peace and he claimed that in order for them to be protected, he would be their champion. 

 

In the immortal fight for light in these dark times. 

 

His fellow followers worshipped him like a god giving all they had to him: their souls. On this particular Sunday morning he got a visitor not a mundane of course but from the depths of Hell. The room in which he was in as always preparing for a sermon turned into a freezing cold atmosphere such that he could see his breath.

 

He rubbed his hands in futility. 

 

All the candles were extinguished with a soft breeze; chill was in the air. Suddenly a voice could be heard from above the ceiling. 

 

“You have used my powers for good and now it is time for your reckoning. You shall join me and the rest in the pits of hell.” the mysterious figure said with a hiss. 

 

“Show yourself! I am a man of God” said Bucky childly. 

 

“No, you are not El Sabur Nur. You are my puppet. And forever will be mine as my chorister.” said the chilling sound. 

“I have come for your soul. Bucky Bon Aires your time is neigh,” said the voice.

 

“Reveal yourself! Daemon!” shouted Bucky. 

 

“I am Asmodeus, your reckoning!” said the voice and a large serpent appeared on the ceiling crawling stealthily. It hissed ominously at the preacher showing its long fangs towards him. Its pitch forked tongue drooling surreptitiously from above. The huge snake-like anaconda hovering above the air in a dark mist. 

 

“Who are you?!” Bucky asked once again. 

 

“I am the death that was created to grow the things that it would kill. And you are my slave...” said the snake that could speak hissing on every tone. 

 

Its words rang like a bell toll in his mind, sheerly gob smacked by the creature’s size. In some kind of madness, Bucky called out to his acolytes who appeared within seconds. No sooner had they arrived than the diabolical creature fled. 

 

“Close the door and let us pray” he said. 

 

He noticed something strange whilst giving instructions; their minds were clouded, and they seemed to do his bidding instantly as if their minds were captured with his speech. They would go into a trance and do whatsoever he pleased. Bucky reveled at his new power as he smiled evilly towards his followers. 

 

Moments later as he was preaching, his congregation fell into a deep silence whenever he preached like some kind of zombie like trance. Bucky did not think much of it, but he would call this power, the word of God, as it is He who gave him this profound ability. 

 

The power of persuasion, he thought. 

 

“Thank you, Elohim, for this gift for I will raise Hell on those who oppose your power!” He shouted once again whilst on the pulpit as the people chanted in a stupor applauding him immensely. 

 

“Now kneel before me as your second God!” said the preacher. 

 

And in synchroneity the members of his cursed church dropped to one knee and then another, chanting some unknown dialect waving their arms back and forth like a marionette. Ever since the suicide accidents happened in Black Gate prison, the feds did not dare touch Bucky and his loyal occultists.  

They were too damned and scared of his prowess of the underworld. On the last day of his jail term a priest had to come and douse the whole prison with Holy Water to prevent any deaths from taking place. Although it might have helped in the short term, inmates would still complain to the in-house psychiatrist that they were hearing voices. 

 

Bucky BonAires grew stronger day by day. 

 

And it was only a matter of time until the whole world collapsed by his hands.