When the service was over, Barry stood up to address the crowd.
"Thank you everyone for a wonderful first worship!" Barry said to them. "The singing was perfect, and when you were chanting my name it sounded divine. I'll admit, if your worship hadn't been good enough, I was considering sending you all to hell right now, but as you've impressed me, you are all spared for now. So then, bye bye! See you all tomorrow!" In an instant, all 7 billion people vanished, and returned to wherever they'd been taken from.
"May I also take my leave, Lord?" Cressida asked.
"Not yet Cressida," Barry replied. "I have something I wish to discuss with you."
"Of course my Lord, simply speak and I shall obey," Cressida said.
Barry snapped his fingers, and Laura and Becky were teleported to their bedrooms, while Barry, Samantha and Cressida were teleported to what appeared to be a boardroom.
"Welcome to my holy palace," Barry said.
"It is beautiful Lord," Cressida gasped. "Like you, it is perfect in every way."
"Indeed. Now take a seat," Barry commanded her. Suddenly, Cressida felt her body move automatically to sit down opoosite Barry at the table. Some would say her body had moved against her will, but they would be wrong, because it moved according to God's will, and God's will was Cressida's will.
"First of all, my entertainment for this meeting. Sam, if you please," Barry said to his wife. She crawled under the table, pulled down Barry's pants, and started sucking on his cock. "Cressida, I am being pleasured under the table to make it easier for you to not look at it, but let me warn you: do not attempt to gaze upon this heavenly fellatio, for if you do, your eyes shall burn. You may be my high priestess, but you are still unworthy of seeing my divine genitals, or those of my holy family."
"Of course Lord," Cressida said.
"Oh, and Sam, I'm going to temporarily deafen you, so that you don't listen in to our conversation," Barry told his wife. "Just keep sucking until you can hear again."
"Now then, to business," Barry said. "Cressida, I have a problem."
"A problem Lord? But what problem could you possibly face?" Cressida asked.
"This problem is, that I don't have enough followers."
"Perhaps you could lower the age of sexual maturity, and make unprotected sex mandatory, so as to encourage births? And maybe lower the gestation period?"
"All excellent ideas Cressida, but I rather like the idea that you were thinking about earlier."
"Thinking about earlier Lord? You mean you read my thoughts?" Cressida was slightly shocked by this.
"Cressida, do not forget that you, like everything else in the universe and beyond, are my property, to do with as I wish."
"Of course Lord. I assume you were referring to my idea of recruiting alien followers?"
"Indeed I was. It is an excellent idea, so starting tomorrow, all species in the universe will be required to worship me, and you shall lead the service."
"All species Lord? Do you mean-?"
"Yes, ALL species. Dogs, cats, humans, horses, sontarans etc. Every single species in the universe will worship me, and me alone."
"If that is what you wish Lord."
"It is. Now, I shall announce this to the world, but first...Uhhhh Me!" Barry moaned as he blew his holy load into Samantha's mouth, which she swallowed. Barry then restored her hearing. "Thank you dear." Barry snapped his fingers, causing Samantha to teleport away, and his pants to restore themselves."
Barry waved his hand, causing an extremely regal sofa to appear in the room.
"Come, sit with me," Barry commanded her. "I wish for you to be with me when I make my broadcast."
"Of course Lord, your wish is my command," Cressida replied, sitting down next to Barry.
"Hello world!" Barry said. "God here, and I've got quite a few things to tell you. First of all, I'd like to announce that tommorow, I shall be making my presence known across the universe. That's right, there will be a whole host of alien species worshipping me alongside you!
Secondly, I've decided where I want my statues to be. There will be 500 sites across the world where the statues of myself and my family are to be placed, and their locations will be projected into your brains now. They are to be made of solid gold, and at least 200 feet high, although they can be bigger if you wish. You have 6 months to complete them, and there will be dire repercussions if they're not done by then, so I suggest you get started!
Thirdly, to all the servants in my palace, you're all hereby dismissed!" The servants suddenly found themselves teleported back to their homes. "And I'm afraid I'm going to have to wipe your memories of my palace too, because I've decided that none of you are worthy to gaze upon the glory of it. From now on, the only mortal permitted to be in my palace, speak to me, or be near me, is Cressida."
"Really? T-thanks you Lord. This is a huge honour!" Cressida exclaimed.
"Indeed it is, and it leads me onto the next matter; I've decided that, although I wish to help people, I can't be bothered to observe all of the universe, so I've decided that I'm not going to. Contrary to what I've previously said, I will be allowing you to ask me for things. But how, I hear you ask, is that possible, when you can't speak to me directly? Well Cressida is the answer! She will be my middle woman! You will send her requests, either by post or e-mail, and she will read them all, and, once a week, deliver to me the ones which she decides are worthy. That is all."
Barry ended the broadcast, and Cressida turned to him.
"This is indeed an honour Lord, to have even more of an opportunity to do your will," Cressida said.
"But if you ever feel like the task is too much for you, let me know, and I shall enlist some helpers for you," Barry told her.
"Thank you Lord, but I will go without sleep and food if I have to, as long as I am serving you."
Barry teleported himself into his bed, along with Samantha, Becky, and Laura, so that they could engage in a spot of divine love-making. The next morning, Barry woke up, with the girls surrounding him, the 4 of them in a big cuddly heap.
"Come on girls, wake up," Barry said. "It's time to address the universe." They got dressed, and Barry broadcast his message of "worship me or else" to the universe, and soon, he had quintillions more followers.
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