Harold
transferred the Madonna bottle to his pocked and fumbled off the lid.
This would be an attack they weren't suspecting. He glanced at the
number of legionnaires around him. He hadn't enough water to disable
them all, though he could certainly give it his best. “I get your
point, but wasn't everything turned on its head by Iesu? I mean, I
don't want to preach or anything but every church picks and chooses
which bits of the Bible God agrees with and which are no longer
applicable.”
Manoach
frowned, holding up a hand to stay the enthusiasm on his minions.
“I'm not sure what you mean.”
“The
church decides upon the Word of God, doesn't it? They still see being
gay as an abomination but adultery and eating shellfish is perfectly
fine. I had some people come to my house canvassing for the Saviour's
pyramid scheme who told me they didn't mind gay people as long as
they confessed their sin and turned straight. And these people had
cut their hair and shaved.”
“You're
missing the point, Mr Waterman. I'm not talking about man's
interpretation of God's word, but what He actually said to my friends
here. You can't dispute what you heard with your own ears.”
“I once
said I hated my mum because she wouldn't let me stay up to watch The
Exorcist when I was ten. I didn't mean it.”
“But as
I've already pointed out, God is infallible.”Manoach dropped his
hand. “And I hope you've made your peace with Him.”
The demon to
Harold's right screeched and attached. Which was odd because it
didn't have a mouth.
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