DORAN STEPPED UP ON THE ROOF of a storied building — as the sunsets in the ramshackle ghost-town at the Mano County. The monk-priest stood on the edge of the edifice with the seven other surviving members of The Council of 13 behind him — Hajja, Ramirez, Li Chi and four others — including a new council member named Torres, who was known to many as the Chupacabra...

He was to lead the exile followers of the Mad Dog Salazar — the notorious rebel Cartel warlord, who was kept alive as an extorted prisoner — currently living obscured in the President of Mexico’s palace dungeon.

Doran removed his hood to reveal his clean-shaven head to the thousands of his followers, who were hyped up and chanting aloud — for the sun-like, a phoenix risen Preacher — along with his AOG army from the ashes in New Orleans — that wrought everyone present, like they too have resurrected back from their own deaths — and were game-ready for the upcoming battle.

They comprised of the surviving God’s Army’s ex-convicts and newly included Salazar’s Army of Dogs — and also the persecuted free-males from major shutdown cities — and even women, who were anti-Cory...

The unity of all polychromic skins, sexes and beliefs — the proselytized, and even the atheists — who had all come forward and bonded together as one amalgamate divine force — impassioned to listen to their risen Preacher once again — speaking about hope since their last holy battle in New Orleans.

“LISTEN TO ME, MY PEOPLE — I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD, BECAUSE THE VOICES INSIDE ME HAVE TOLD THAT MY TIME HAS NOT COME YET — EVEN THOUGH AFTER THEY SHOT AND LEFT ME TO DIE IN NEW ORLEANS. BUT THE VOICES HAVE TOLD ME THAT — THE HEAVENLY FATHER DOES NOT WANT ME TO WALK INTO HIS HEAVENLY KINGDOM YET, IT IS BECAUSE MY MISSION TO SERVE HIM HAS NOT BEEN FULFILLED HERE ON EARTH — AS HIS HUMBLE SERVENT-SOLDIER...”

“HE ALSO SAID THAT THE JUSTICE ON THIS LAND WILL NOT HAVE BEEN SERVED, AS LONG THE EVIL ONE IS STILL IN POWER — STILL BREATHING OUT HER STENCH OF DECEPTION, AND RULING THIS LAND — BESTOWED BY OUR RIGHTFUL GOD HIMSELF — SO TO BE INHABITED BY EVERY OF HIS CREATED SPECIES...

“YES, I AM NOW SEEN BY THIS PRESIDENT CORY AS THE PRODIGAL SON OF AMERICA — WHO HAS NOW RETURNED BACK HOME — BACK INTO THIS SAME LAND THAT HATES ME, DESPISES ME AND HUNTS ME LIKE I AM A DANGEROUS WILD BEAST. EVEN YOU ALL, STANDING AND GATHERED HERE — YOU HAVE ALSO SUFFERED THE SAME FATE AS I — OF BEING PERSECUTED AND CONDEMNED TO DEATH — SUBJECTED BY THE GIVEN ORDERS, FROM THAT SAME EVIL SNAKE-WOMAN...

“BUT THE HEAVENLY VOICES HAVE ASSURED ME ONE OF THE MANY REVELATION — THAT ONCE TONIGHT WHEN WE BATTLE THE INFIDEL SNAKE-WOMAN AND HER HORDES OF DEMONIC SWINES, IN THEIR DARK UNIFORMS — THAT WE SHOULD NOT SHOW THEM EVEN AN OUNCE OF MERCY WHEN WE GO OUT FORTH TO SLAUGHTER AND DECAPITATE EVERY ONE OF THE HEADS OF OUR ENEMIES THAT WE FACE — AND WE THEN LAY THEM IN A ROW, TO CREATE A PATH FROM THE WEST COAST IN LOS ANGELES, STRAIGHT UPTO THE EAST —WHERE THE MOTHER OF ALL THESE DEMONS RESIDES...”

“ONCE THIS BLASTED CITY OF LOS ANGELES HAS FALLEN TONIGHT, WE WILL MARCH ON — STEPPING ON THOSE HEADS OF HER FALLEN ONES — AND WE WILL THEN MARCH OVER THERE — AND WE WILL TAKE OVER WASHINGTON NEXT!”

“YES MY PEOPLE, TONIGHT MY MISSION AS GOD’S SOLDIER IS TO LEAD THE ONE GOD'S ARMY — WITH YOU ALL MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS BY MY SIDE — WE WILL ALL GO IN THERE TOGETHER TO TAKE THAT REIGN OF POWER — FROM THE SNAKE-WOMAN, IN THE NAME OF OUR GOD!”

“YES, YOU TOO ARE ALSO MARKED AND BE CONDEMNED TO YOUR DEATH AS THE PRODIGAL CHILDREN OF THIS FAILED COUNTRY AND SYSTEMS — BUT TONIGHT —YOU WILL BE REDEEMED! I ASSURE EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT YOU WILL GET THIS COUNTRY BACK FOR YOURSELVES, AND RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS — WHICH IS YOUR ULTIMATE TRUE FREEDOM!”

“FREEDOM FOR ALL! REDEMPTION IN THE NAME OF OUR TRUSTED GOD!”

The denied nonesuch monastery monks were in the furthest back of the engorged assembled rebels —in their multitude of thousands of the AOG militia who were paying heed to the fervent Preacher’s misanthropic and caustic sermon...

Peter noticed Michael beside him was in tears — learning that Doran’s inscrutable choice of his calling, was the pit in a self-righteous messianic suicide nature — rather than the invocation choice of being the future pontiff — leading and liberating the ailing Holy Church for the next coming generation.

The roar of the armed mobocracy pitched fervently when he ended his pontificated and Promethean sermon.

The Preacher looked down from the rooftop at the throng of the captivated hearts who were ready for the next insurrection — ready to execute the next attack that was painstakingly planned by his Council generals — for tonight’s coup-de-tat of Cory’s administration.

Among their sanguinary incantations —Doran then heard a burst of sole laughter — he was blinded as he peered at the sunset at the horizon from where he stood — and saw a lone, humoured figure, standing at another building far across...

The silhouette of his mother was dressed in a nun’s habit — stood high on top of the cross’ shoulders of a Baptist church in that decrepit ghost town. She was laughing back at him — the spectre then imploding into the combustion of flames before his very teary eyes.

With her arms wide open — she then spoke in tongues...

She baptized him and his jingoistic followers — with the fires of Hades.

In a matter of hours, he would obstinately lead his army of thousands into another civil war battlefield, to face the dominatrix enemy — just like the early Holy Crusaders, who fought and they died for their God across the continent...

The hubris soldier of God was their sacrificial lamb tonight — who held his fire, this length of the hour — for his own inalienable, oblation death, in the City of Angels.