"HELLo James Ian."
"Ummm! Hi. Desmond right?"
"Yes. Forgive my Mother. She will learn her place as I get older."
"Place?" If James could physically swallow in his spiritual state he would. He had a very strong hunch that this Reflection was not right in the head. At least he couldn't read the thoughts James had.
"You are correct James. But, wrong that I cannot read your mind."
"How old are you Desmond? What year is it?"
"2026. I am 6. I was born in 2020. At 6 p.m."
"666! Year, age, time of birth. Wonderful."
"I know. Cool right?"
"So you...you're the Antichrist?"
"No. I am the Ianchrist."
"Say what?"
Young Desmond crawls to his feet and goes to a chalkboard. Grabbing a piece of chalk he steps out into the hall and looks for a wall statue of Jesus on the cross. Pushing a chair over to climb up on it he takes the chalk and etches the letters A and N to the left of the statue and the letter I to the right of the crucifixtion scene. He stops there.
"Holy crap. ANI...IAN. Jesus is the T. So I am the Antichrist. How did this happen?"
"My daddy fucked my Mommy. Here I am."
"You need your mouth washed out Kid."
"I can say what I want. My Daddy says I can."
"Let me guess Daddy's name is Stan."
"You already knew that. You met Dad a long time ago. He tells me bedtime stories. You were the one that gave him the ideas he has set in motion for the future."
"How did I do that?"
"Daddy wanted his own Reflection. After Grampa vanished he knew that it was time for him to assume the Throne."
"Great! I'm too blame for Hell on Earth."
"Smile. Do you want to watch me kill my Gerbil?"
"Nooo! That's sick."
"A shame. Xander is such a stupid name for a Gerbil."
"XANDER? You little bastard."
"Not really. I have a Mommy and a Daddy."
"You know what I mean. Dude! I'm glad Judith spanked your ass. Even though somehow I felt it right along with you. That was weird."
"I like pain. One day Mommy will know pain as well. Daddy tells me to be patient. So I am."
"At least someone is patient. Certainly not me. Time to jump ahead to the next Reflection. Seeya wouldn't wanna be ya." James attempts to move onward through time. For the very first time he was happy to get away from one fire into another. From dragon to Antichrist. As he leapt forward his last thought was, "Lord I hope my next stop is Heaven."
Far Pangaea...on the Island Jack Ramse conquered. Hours earlier before Lucas Dorsey would learn of a capture. Less than an hour earlier before God kissed Ruby Goddard. To Jack Ramse it seemed like days.
"WILL EVERYONE PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP."
In the chaos of defeating the Hordakian warship the atmosphere went to hell and a hand basket. Not only had Circe been dethroned from her imaginary kingdom. Bianca TeLeone had overcome her mutation into a large female Satyr. Addison Rogers wearing a ring that God himself had offered her while trapped inside Jack's mind. Their shared influence brought on bearing gifts. A cache of rings with a rainbow of colored stones presumably crafted by God himself were spread out amongst Angels and humans alike. Yes Angels. Warrior Angels at that. A sizable unit trapped in Pangaea and abused by Circe. A mere woman who first utilized the rings to control those around her in various ways. The Angels were brainwashed easily into sex objects and twisted into Amazons. Their wings visibly removed until Jack Ramse had severed the spell. Jack himself now harnassing Circe's own rings of control and illusion. Rings he intended to use unless God taking over his brain for extended periods didn't interfere. It was strange to be God. No wonder everyone seemed to refer to Jack as a God. To a certain extent he was.
"Yes Our Lord." Twenty five Angels drop to one knee in a stance of warrior respect. The few Hordakians still surrounding the bloody battlefield stand in awe of Jack. They were uncertain what to make of him. Only Jack's traveling companions remained standing otherwise. All save for the Woodland Sprite O'Tah alias Iota. With wings of her own she dropped to the ground as if joining her sisters in the respectful stance. It was too cute.
""Oh boy." Jack mumbled looking at the Angels. He wasn't sure exactly how to approach this. He was a mere human. They had only witnessed God within him for a short while. A very confused Deity at that. Raising his arms over his head he chooses his words carefully, "Angels? Thank you for your timely return and assist. From this moment forward we will work with the Hordakians if they will have us. Too rid this world of the defiler Lucas Dorsey. I ask you for patience as I negotiate with them. Stand guard. Remain peaceful until I command otherwise. At ease."
The Angels roar a response of, "YES OH LORD."
That was enough for Jack. He turned his back to them and stepped over to the Hordakian Field Leader Tuskorog who had admired his personal army. Including his approach. Meeting Jack half way they stare each other down.
"I assume there's a Leader over your rank?"
"Yes. Commander S'Lopp will be joining us shortly. He surrenders in friendship. Like you he does not favor Lord Dorsey. If I may...your Warriors are mighty indeed."
"They come in handy. I know it's a little too late but I am sorry your warriors all died. Bianca was not herself. Let it be known I would not advise pissing her off any further. The Angels might be the least of your worries."
"Acknowledged. I am Tuskorog. You are God?"
"Evidently." Jack was not sure, "He speaks through me. You say that you do not favor Dorsey?"
"I do not. He subjugates our people. Bending us to his will. We and other races from the stars."
"How exactly does he do that?"