Small Beginnings
"The wars that are spreading over this planet show that the apocalypse is coming upon us!" J.E.B. King raged at the makeshift pulpit in an office building. Mr. King was preaching to a group of about twenty people, "God himself rides towards us upon the hooves of the stars! Brothers and sisters, we here in the Port Finlay must prepare the welcome for God. If you brothers and sisters spread the Word of God to all your family and fellows here in Port Finlay then you will be made a Lord among Saints. When the Sainthood is raised up into the mastery of this land in the Stewardship of the eternal Lordship of God we Lords among Saints will be the mightiest, wealthiest, and most fertile Saints!" Mr. King gazed lustily in the direction of a beautiful young woman who was enthralled by his mad ramblings. He made note to invite her for a private worship session later.
"I have heard rumblings from my connections that there is a great mystery under the Sea. Truly the beasts and machines of God are rumbling in preparation for his return to his Eternal Throne. Should we, his chosen Saints be found wanting, we would be condemned to the most painful HELLFIRE!" Mr. King pounded his hands upon the pulpit and let out a shrieking noise reminiscent of the ancient Rebel Yell of King's native lands on Earth. Most of King's followers let out pained shrieks. One elderly woman fell to the ground and curled into a ball, crying out. "BUT WE SHALL OVERCOME!" J.E.B. King shouted at the top of his lungs and pulled a handgun out of his holster. "We must gather our strength and build up the strength to worship the coming God!" The congregation erupted in cheers and two men broke out in joyful tears. "Go forth! Go forth! Go forth!" Mr. King sighed, "Let us now profess our faith, brothers and sisters."
J.E.B. King led the congregation through the creed of God as was revealed to him in a dream. Mr. King ended the service and retired to speak to his most faithful follower after he convinced the pretty lady to meet him the next day. Mr. King sat down with a coffee across from Darnell Parrot, a minor tradesmen with connections to the munitions industry in Port Finlay. "My Lord Saint in the Flesh, I have done as you commanded. Shipments of small arms and ammunition are being purchased at a heavy discount to the warehouse you built in the wilderness north of the city." Parrot informed him. Mr. King responded, "Excellent work, you truly are positioned to a Prince among Saints in the coming days. I shall require your aid to prepare the most devout of our followers for battle. Truly the coming God has called us to sacrifice everything in the face of hateful persecution." Parrot bowed down to him and left Mr. King to his silent prayer and gardening.