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The Sermon of Neka #3
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The Sermon of Neka #3
By Neil Kapit
Suggested for Mature Audiences

When you are an all-knowing god of dark knowledge like moi, you can’t help but notice what goes on in peoples’ heads. When I met with Thomas Grollack for the first time, I took a peek inside his mind. What went on in there surprised even me.

You’d expect Thomas’ thoughts to be all erotic daydreams about Massive Molly. Those floated through his head with regularity, true. But in truth, Thomas thought more about another woman, Miss Monica Sanchez.

As hard as it is to believe, Thomas, at one point, actually had a girlfriend. Looking at Monica, you can see why Thomas’ fantasies were based around hot, gigantic Asian women instead. Monica was no prize pig; she was 5’ nothing and quite overweight. She had dark, frizzy hair and a slightly spotty complexion. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and Monica and Thomas went out ever since he graduated college. They could honestly say they were in love with each other.

However, all that changed one fateful day when Monica let herself into Thomas’ apartment when he wasn’t there, and looked at his computer. She thought she’d use it just to check her email. What she discovered was a web history full of other giantess fetish sites, including Molly’s World, which had links to an email address that happened to be Thomas’. It didn’t take her long to put two and two together and conclude that this was Thomas’ site. When Thomas got home, Monica was furious.

“ What the hell is going on, “ she screamed at her boyfriend. “ What are these sites? Why do they have your name on them? “

” Those sites? “ Thomas shrugged, weakly smiling. “ I have no idea what you’re talking about, honey. “

” Don’t play dumb with me, “ she snapped, “ You’ve been ogling these giant women all these months, maybe years, behind my back! I see those smutty drawings and they’re in your style! “

” Calm down, Monny “ he whispered. “ It doesn’t mean anything. “

” It means EVERYTHING! “ Monica shouted, on the verge of tears. “ You don’t love me, you love that super-terrorist Molly! You probably think about her when we’re making love! “

” Can you calm down? Of course I love you. I just also see the glory of the goddess Molly, and I think about how I can tribute to her. She’s my muse. “

” YOUR MUSE?! “ Monica was sobbing. “ I’m giving you a choice. Either you shut down your site, or we can’t see each other anymore. “

Thomas’ body began to lock itself in a great struggle. His heart said that he loved Monica, and didn’t want to ruin that. His head told him that he’d never actually meet Molly, so he might as well stay with the only woman who ever loved him. But the rest of him, the most defining parts of a man’s body, took over that day. He shouted back at Monica, saying about how he’ll live and die by Molly, how Molly will understand him, and how Monica is just a fat, stupid waste of space. Monica ran out of the apartment in tears.

Since that day, six months in the past, Thomas couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. He told himself repeatedly that it never worked out between him and Monica, that they were never meant for each other, that he was put on this Earth to serve Molly and not her. Sometimes he almost believed it.

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Molly, on the other hand, had never been in a relationship. She had her male friends in the Commission, but that was it for her and the opposite sex. She was too shy and self-conscious to ever put herself out there on the dating scene, and the only time she tried was with the accursed Priest of Zeku, who also was too shy and self-conscious to date. Still, they remained friends, and chatted online regularly. At the moment, they were in the middle of a casual instant messaging session on the Commission’s private server.

PriestBoy: So I hear Lance got himself a wife.
LilM86: Really? That’s great!
PriestBoy: Yeah, he’s really serious about this “ Born-Again “ thing. He’s done with rehab and has settled down with a nice Christian girl.
LilM86: Is he having a wedding?
PriestBoy: He said he’d think about it. Since we’re all international war criminals, he said he’d prefer to keep things on the down-low.
LilM86: I’m so happy for him, I always love weddings
PriestBoy: that’s good for you
LilM86: anyways, how are your classes going?
PriestBoy: lame. I don’t even know why I’m in school.
LilM86: doesn’t your mom want you to go?
PriestBoy: yeah, but it’s just not me. I’m a freakin’ superhero, not an English major. My role is with the Commission, doing work that matters.
LilM86: well, I never went to college, and I’m having trouble finding work

Then, at that instant, Molly got another instant message.

MollyLover2431: Hello
LilM86: uhh, hi?
MollyLover2431: you may not know me, but I’ve liked you for a long time
LilM86: thanks, but who are you?
MollyLover2431: I’m your secret admirer
LilM86: How’d you get my screenname?
MollyLover2431: Never mind that.....I made a website about you
MollyLover2431: www. mollysworld .com
LilM86: what is this?
MollyLover2431: my tribute to you
LilM86: I gotta go
LILM86 HAS LOGGED OFF

Molly had only seen a few pictures of Molly’s World, and that was enough to make her want to puke. In some very twisted way seeing picture after picture of her wearing various outfits, from tiger-stripe bikinis to “ Gothic Lolita “ black lace, was flattering. However, she couldn’t get past the sheer bizarreness of the site. Who was this guy, MollyLover2431, and how did he hack the Commission’s private server? And why was she so important to him?

She tried to put it out of her mind for the rest of the evening, and tried to act as though nothing had happened. It was just one weird occurence, she thought, and wouldn’t happen again, right?

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You’d think that Thomas would have taken the hint that Molly wanted nothing to do with him. However, his desire overpowered his better judgement, and he kept contacting her.

First he tried again to talk to her over the Commission’s private chat server. He asked her a bunch of questions about herself. She politely answered them, but tried to find excuses to leave. When the questions got more personal, she blocked him off. She thought this would be the end of it.

Later, Thomas used the email address I gave him to send Molly messages. He sent her several messages a day; sometimes they were innocuous hellos, other times they were disturbing demands of her. One day Thomas sent Molly an email that read like this;

My Dearest Molly,

Why don’t you respond to me? I love you so much. I know all about you. I know you better than anyone else. I know you were disowned by your parents. I know you were verbally abused by the Commission’s former leader. I know that every evening, you write in your diary about how lonely you are. So why won’t you let me in? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I just want to love you!

Please email me back,
--MollyLover2431

Molly responded by blocking Thomas’ email address. She wrote in her diary that night, her hands shaking as she moved her pen.

Dear Diary,

What’s wrong with me? I always wanted someone to love me, but not like this. I don’t even know this MollyLover2431. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but he keeps contacting me. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I don’t know how to handle him. He’s so persistent, and so weird. I don’t even want to think about that website of his.

Why am I attracting this kind of attention? What did I do to deserve it? Was it all the killing the Commission’s done? Or am I just a freak who attracts other freaks?

-M.

It took Molly hours to get to sleep that night. She stayed up late, staring at the dark ceiling. Several times she got up, hoping that Stacy would be crying out for something, or that Mr. or Mrs. Stanng would be in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Her adoptive parents and daughter slept peacefully. Eventually she fell into a fitful slumber.

Molly was awakened at 3:00 in the morning to hear her cellular phone ringing. She picked it up to hear a male voice.

“ Hey Molly, “ Thomas said. Molly was a bit groggy, so she couldn’t identify for certain that this wasn’t Nitz, Lance, or the Designer.

“ Who is this? “ she yawned.

“ You know who I am. I love you. And I want you. “

” Please leave me alone! “ she cried. “ I don’t know you! “

” You will know me. We’ll live happily ever after. You just have to let me in. “

” I’m going to hang up now... “

” Don’t you dare hang up on me! Not after I went through all this trouble! Not after I contacted the dark gods to find you! Talk to me you oversized bitch! Oh no, I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.... “

Thomas didn’t realize that Molly had hung up in the middle of his rant. He was left alone in his apartment. Neither he or Molly went back to sleep that night.

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Molly didn’t tell anyone about “ MollyLover2431 “. She didn’t tell the Stanngs that she was being stalked, because she didn’t want to worry them. She didn’t tell anyone on the Commission, because she didn’t want them to be distracted from their mission. She just went on with her life, taking care of Stacy Infinity and looking for a job.

But she couldn’t help but feel that there was something, or more precisely someone, in the corner of her eye. There always seemed to be the same van everywhere she went. A dusty, black van with a bumper sticker that read “ Jesus Loves You, But Everyone Else Thinks You’re an Asshole “. One day she started to approach the van, holding onto her necklace and ready to take it off. The van drove away very quickly, before Molly could identify its driver.

After a couple weeks, Molly asked the Umbra if she could stay in the Citadel for a few nights. The robotic shadow woman told her of course, but asked why, since she had a real home on Earth. Molly tried to find an innocuous reason to tell the Umbra, but instead she just broke down and started sobbing, holding onto the Umbra’s smaller form for dear life. The Umbra asked her what was wrong. Molly finally told her everything.

“ We can find this bastard, Molly, “ the Umbra assured her. “ We have taps on all communication lines on Earth. You give us this guy’s name, and we’ll find him. “

” You mean kill him? “ Molly asked through her tears.

“ Well, that’s kind of what we do. “

“ No! “ Molly shouted. “ P-p-please Alea, I-I-I don’t want him dead or hurt. I just want him out of my life. And I don’t want you to get into any more trouble. “

” We’re already in trouble, honey. Every government on Earth, excluding Canada, wants our heads. One more deviant’s corpse won’t make any difference. “

” Please, “ pleaded Molly, “ I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just need to stay here a few days to get my head together. “

The Umbra nodded. Molly left her alone and went to her room in the Citadel, through the winding halls. She felt somewhat safe there, but she would never feel completely assured again. Even if she found this guy, assumed her goddess form, and crushed him into a two-dimensional shape, it wouldn’t make her feel better about this invasion of her privacy, or what it said about her.

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Looking through a portal in his bedroom, Thomas had observed the whole scene between Molly and the Umbra. He gazed through the gateway to see Molly’s form, lying on her bed in the Citadel, staring at the ceiling. I was looking over his shoulder.

“ You’re not doing too well, Thomas “ I told him.

“ No shit, Sherlock. “ Thomas growled. “ I’ve done everything I can to court her, but she still doesn’t want anything to do with me! Sure, she’s started to notice me, but she’s probably gonna call the cops soon....or worse, the Commission. Do you realize how fucked over I am when they track me down?! “

” You just need more confidence. “ I grinned. “ Girls like guys that are sure of themselves. “

” I’m not sure of anything. Molly’s the perfect woman. She’s a goddess. I’m just a mortal who can’t even do a chin-up. “

” She only resists you because you’re mortal, brother. I could help you with that. “

” What are you gonna do? Make me a god? “

” That’s the plan. “ I extended my hand to him. “ I can give you power. I can make you into the kind of man Molly would fall for. Just take my hand. “

” Are you sure this is gonna work? Because those Charles Atlas ads never did for me... “

” Do you have another option? This way, you’ll have power. And you know what my good friend Kissinger said about that.... “

Thomas sighed, and grabbed onto my hand. I unleashed a dark blue flame through his body. I gave him my power; no, I gave him my entirety. I entered his body and saturated myself throughout his limbs. Thomas was trying to scream throughout the affair, but his mouth felt full. It was as though it was taped shut. But it wasn’t, it just was full of energy. After a minute of intense fear, Thomas fell to the floor, and got up again. My physical body had left the room; it was part of him now.

“ How do you feel, “ my voice asked him. Thomas’ forehead burned with four orange marks, which opened to reveal extra eyes.

“ Like a new man, “ Thomas Grollack replied. “ I feel like I can do anything. “

” Good. No go forth and court. “

Thomas transformed himself into a blue bat and flew out of the window. As he flew, he left behind a trail of orange stardust. Those who saw it flying above the city wondered if it was a comet. Those among them who knew anything about magic and spirits promptly pissed themselves.

NEXT: Thomas makes his move. Will Molly appreciate the new Thomas?


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