I bet no one even cares, but i'm sorry for not being online this past week.....the thing is, Laptop got formatted for some reason that i don't know *Dammit little brother, don't screw over my stuff!* and several months' work has went down the drain. so, i had to pull all kind of all nighters and get only 2 hours of sleep in order to redo all the stuff that has been lost.....real life sucks, no? either way, i'll have to apologize for the short chapter after the long wait. not like anyone is waiting for this.....i suck at writing after all.

.............i'm sorry.

P.S i'm not dead nor is this project.

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“Damn! for fuck’s sake, how many days has it been?! i’m thirsty and hungry y’know! is this how you serve your guests!?”

Damn! there hasn’t been any sign of life from the other side of the dimly lighted door for a long time now!

Ever since that bastard left....

If i were to count the times i’ve slept, then it’s already been 4 days!

My throat is screaming, and my stomach is twirling!!

Point is, my whole body is screaming in agony.

Really, does that man plans to have me rot in here?!

Jesus Christ...

“You called?”

To begin with, is this really alright?

Than has probably betrayed me like the rest of ‘em, probably.

I’m just thankful to the heavens that now i have a reason to kill that traitor out of the face of the earth--or hell in this case.

The only problem is.....Acil.

How do i get her home?

Believe me, no matter how much i might act cruel, i am by no means one at all.

I believe in love and peace after all.

I believe in it so much, that i would totally print out a T-Shirt and wear it all the time...if not for the current circumstances.

“This is kidnap and forced imprisonment! this is against the law, dammit~!!!! Freaking Christ.”

“Ehm.....you’ve been calling me for a while now....how can i help you?”

“Oh?”

I forgot.

In this tiny room, there are two cells.

And both of them are occupied with two chained individuals.

There is me.....and Jesus.

“Oops, Jesus. i’m sorry, but i didn’t mean you at all...Just a bit of a forced speech habit....”

“Oh, i don’t mind at all!”

........Right.

This man, my beloved readers, is Jesus Christ.

He is currently living next door, and i got to say, his place is simply wonderful!

And he’s exactly how i pictured him to be, A white, Bearded man with a fat belly!

Oh...wait, that’s Santa....

Damn, this is confusing.

Isn’t Christmas the same day that the Christ was born in?

Oh! i remembered!!

Jesus is actually a slim man with a beard, and he wears a white robe!

Now then, why is the so called son of god, the holy person, Etc. is living to my left?

The funny thing is, this man is by no means the person you have all thought of.

In fact, there is no trace of a beard or a white robe.

He seems quite earnest from his personality, but his attire simply contradicts such pity thoughts.

No, if he had an attire then it would’ve been better.

I’ve got to know this man for a while, and it seems like he got into here naked, and was not stripped naked by That perverted God of Ranks, Hesti.

I inquired a bit more, and dug deeper than i should have....and it seems like he was enjoying some quiet time in the park.

Really, what is the savior of human kind doing in a park in hell?

I really don’t want to talk to a naked man....

Someone, replace this naked dude with a girl!

Someone of Acil’s caliber should be fine!

Also, his size puts me to shame.....really, are all gods like this?!

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His ruffled hair also suggests that he’s done ‘it’ before getting here as well...

Can i kill this guy.......?

Also, he’s been here way before i did.

“Grrrr”

Jesus, you are my profound new enemy!

Actually speaking, i should just wipe out all men in this world!!

Then, the girls would have no choice but to be forced to marry me...in order to produce men to the world!

“Hahahaha~! truly, i’m a genius!!”

“Haa....so, Mister Alex....what’ve you done to get here....?”

“Oh. Actually speaking.......nothing? all i did was make everyone who came after me join my side, like a protagonist of any story should...and he got pissed off....because it was his harem? jokes aside, i don’t really care about the girls...i just want him to return me back to my human form, which is the one i am in right now. but, that bastard locked me..and i can’t leave and head to paradise!”

“Ahahaha, sounds like an adventure!”

Jesus shook his head, as he laughed toward my story.

“Err...w-what about you, Jesus?”

“Well.....My father decided to have fun, and tried doing something new, and that is making love to a living human woman.....which resulted in me. and of course, out of fear, they killed me? After being forced to spread a religion that i, myself, haven’t received do to lies and rumors spouted by those around me, i have been killed as a ‘sacrifice’. even though they did all of that against my will, they didn’t care at all.”

Jesus cast his eyes down as he recalled his life while being alive, but quickly looked up straight, perhaps looking toward a place far from here.

“But, i’m glad i died. i got out of the hell i was forced to be in. After that, they sent me to heaven, and i met my dad. apparently, he was a bastard who enjoyed having all kind of women around him. but unexpectedly, i didn’t hate him at all. i understood after all, women must be why men were born. a man is only there to pleasure a woman......isn’t that what the bible should be all about?!”

And......i see.

This guy is broken after all.

But....

“I don’t agree with you! A woman should pleasure the man, not the other way around!!”

Isn’t this supposed to be the correct way?!

Girls are to serve men! isn’t that perverted god proof enough!?

“Aha! then why haven’t you been laid before?!”

“Wha--?! How do you know that i haven’t been laid!?”

“I’m Jesus. I see shit that you don’t!!”

Grrrrrr!!!!

I take back what i said, this bastard is by no means earnest! he’s just a masochist douche!

H-he just wants....to serve woman......!

Is that all you have to do to get laid now a days?!

I fear for you all, Youngsters!

You’re all being tricked by this fake son of god!!

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!! You bastard, you truly are a son of god! all of you gods have a screw loose, y’know?!”

“I can’t agree more. but you have a screw loose...up your butt that is!”

What?!

“Did you just call me a fag.......?!”

“I just did, you little faggot! i bet the thing between your legs is so small that it can’t even be seen with the best magnifier!”

“Y-you.........! A-aren’t you supposed to be the son of god?! a person of utmost purity?!”

“That’s just lies created when they killed meee!!! i’ve only been pressured by those around me to doo itt!!”

And like that, the heated conversation continued for another three days and three nights, to forever be known as the day Jesus was marked as a womanizer pervert.