This choice: Cressida wants to overthrow Barry. • Go Back...Chapter #7The resistance by: Unknown The temple was massive. Every sentient being in the universe was present, all of them focused on Cressida and the image of the Holy Family behind her.
Cressida had thought about what Amia had told her, about how the first God had treated his position. She had spent some time viewing the various inhabited worlds and seeing the changes brought on by Barry's decree of absolute worship. Entire religions and cultures had been destroyed, replaced with forced veneration of beings that appeared wholly alien to the inhabitants.
"And in parting," she said, "let us always remember that we exist only by His sufferance, and that if He were to end our existence this instant, it would be no more than we deserve for being so helpless compared to Him."
The words were ashes in her mouth.
As the worshippers filed out through exits in the aisles, returned to their homes, Cressida waited until the temple emptied and walked sedately into her apartment, her clothes changing as she did.
As she'd expected, Amia was waiting for her.
"You've decided," said the archangel.
"I've decided," said the priestess. "What God--Barry--is doing, it isn't right. He's been God for only a week--as humans measure time, anyway--and already he's destroyed cultures that are, by our measures, billions of years old. They could have had so much to teach us--and, I hope, we could have had much to teach them--and instead it may all be lost."
"Not lost," said Amia. "Merely suppressed. If there is a new God, that person will know all of that, and can restore it all, if they so choose."
"Have you found someone?"
Amia waved her hand, and a young woman, about twenty, appeared in the apartment.
"Cressida, this is Amanda. Amanda, this is Cressida, High--"
"Yes, I know," said the woman meekly. "I've been in services, and I've heard what you had to say about how we must worship Barry and are unworthy to exist. I hope you will continue to serve me if we succeed in our plans."
"I hope you will give me the choice to serve."
"Now," said Amia, "we only have one chance to do this. I can briefly conceal the temple from Barry, which will allow you, Cressida, to tell everyone the truth. Amanda and I will then have to be near enough in order to force the transfer of power. But it's a slim window, and if we fail, I fear for the universe."
"Don't fear, Amia," said a male voice. The three women turned toward the new arrival, a man about Amanda's age, handsome and a bit scruffy.
Amia's mouth hung open.
"Hello Cressida, Amanda. I'm the first God, but please, call me Bob. I never liked formality."
"It's you?" said Amia quietly.
"It's me, Amia. Remember Dastula, and the mob?"
"But that never happened!"
"Yet we remember it, and nobody else could."
Amia wept as she embraced her creator.
"But how are you back here?"
"Did you think I left you as my only failsafe? This universe means far too much to me to allow that. And while I can't become God again, I can ensure that you will, Amanda."
"How?" asked the woman.
"I still retain some power. I can, on rare occasions, return from the Gods' heaven. And I can ensure that Barry will transfer his power to you."
"And what will happen to him?" asked Cressida.
"He will go to hell for his betrayal of the trust inherent in the power he was given.
"Now you are key, Cressida. Let me show you what you should say..."
--
Cressida finished her reading about the conception of Becky. It was a lie, she knew, but it was necessary.
She began her homily.
"I have told you that we are unworthy to exist in His universe, that we all deserve eternal damnation."
She took a deep breath.
"That is a lie. It is not we who deserve damnation, but Barry, the false God. He has held power for only a short time and already he has destroyed religions and cultures that have lasted almost since the creation of the universe. He forces worship and punishes for the slightest error, seemingly at a whim. He is not worthy of our veneration or our fear. He is contemptible.
"Do you know how he spends his time? He does not hear your prayers. He does not judge the dead, he damns all to hell. This is what he does!"
An image appeared, showing Barry, lying naked in his bed, with three huge, long cocks pumping in and out of Samantha, Becky and Laura, all of whom had breasts five times larger than their heads. Suddenly he reached orgasm and, pulling out, sprayed his wife and daughters with seemingly limitless amounts of cum. They flew backward, plastered against the wall by the torrent.
"Is this what you want to worship? A God who is more concerned with fucking his own daughters than listening to you, caring about you?"
"Is it?" repeated Cressida. "If it is not, leave! Leave, restore your old ways."
Slowly, and then in a flood, all the beings in the universe deliberately turned their backs and left the temple.
Cressida sighed. Her part was done.
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