The Book : Part 3

Welcome to a mini series brought to you by Christopher J. Perger. If you are first time reading this blog segment, I highly suggest that you start with "The Book : Part 1". After all, the only climax you'll get is from the proper illustrated placement.

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"Father, I have sinned," I whispered through the shielded window of the confession booth.
"How so, my son?" the shielded window replied.
"I have ideals. Ideals that defy the lord." I heard him shuffle uneasily through the shielded window. I licked my lips, mouth parched from the day's journey.
"Well, my son, one cannot be at fault for the temptations of evil. It only matters that they recognize the evil for what it is," he replied, bringing a chuckle out of me. "What do you find funny, my son?"
"That you believe what you say, my brother." My voice grew deep and raspy, giving the life my words needed.
He gasped and softly asked, "Julius?"
"It's been many suns, Jesus," I answered, taking delight in his surprise.
"I've missed you," Jesus loudly said as he got up and shuffled out of the booth and threw open the door to my own side. I stood up with a smile and took in a long breath and released it, shoulders falling like an avalanche of worry letting loose.
"I've missed you, too, brother," I hopped out of the booth into his arms with the biggest of hugs. We held each other for a moment, embracing the years lost between us.
Jesus took a step back, eyes lit with joy and said, "I've made friends, brother."
"Worthy friends?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Disciples," he replied as he flipped open his cell phone and began to dial.
"Get the shit down!" I screamed as I tossed a look from the shadowed stained glass across the church back to Jesus. I pummeled him to the ground as a spew of bullets whined over our heads.
As we hit the ground the booth behind us was put to holes as the barrage of bullets had their way with the only place of confession I would ever have.
"Who followed you, Julius?" Jesus asked as he turned over to face me with a curious smile.
"My disciples," I replied as we shuffled on the ground up to cover behind a pew."But never mind my disciples. How about you get ahold of your disciples and quick-like."
Jesus once again flipped open his phone and began to dial, hollers echoing throughout the church from our intruders.
"They're getting closer. You might want to hurry, brother," I rushed him as I pulled out a pair of 9-mm's.
"Judas? Hi, how goes your day? Yeah, yeah... Listen, I'm at the home base right now and -" his phone shot out of his hand as a bullet whizzed by, grazing his cheek.
I gave a chuckle as I readied my firearms and shot to a stand.
From face to face, I took aim and fired, never giving another look back.
Bam, Bam, Bam...
I lightly pivoted this way and that, popping off another shot just as fast as my eyes could take aim, which was quite superhuman to say the least.
The clips ended and the fun began. I took a quick glance around me to find three remaining, and they were reloading in a hustle. I wasn't looking for the alive, though. I was looking for the freshly dead. Whithering, I found the recently released souls close to their corpses', anxiously insecure with their sudden death; the perfect situation for capture.
With a twist of my wrists, I had captured six unsuspecting souls and sent them grappling like fiends at their ever-so-recent comrades.
Jesus's eyes shot wide and asked with disbelief, "Julius, where have you been?"
"Call me Lucifer, brother."