"And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it." (Deuteronomy 28:63)
Something between a smile and a sneer etches the face of Senester as he views footage of HWA cameras following Ronnie McNeil into a church. On another screen he watches his niece Christina in her room having barely touched her lunch of beef wellington, wild mushroom risotto and asparagus. She sits on the king-size bed reading a book. Senester returns his attention back to McNeil.
(Senester): It has been so for thousands of years that men have prayed before going into battle. Even the most brave and bold bend knees and pay homage to their lord and master. Warriors, gladiators, knights to soldiers of today that have retained this ritual. Each man believing his honor, his loyalty, his cause, and his conviction to be greater than that of his enemies. Each man believing that his prayer is to matter most, his prayer must surely be the one to be answered over all others. You bow, you kneel, you clasp your hands together in mere ceremony….there is no humility in your prayer, there is only gluttony and you have a hearty appetite Ronnie McNeil.
Regarding your niece…I have given you prior assurance you that she is being well taken care of, she wants for nothing other than for her uncle, whose own actions placed her in my care… to retrieve her by correcting his transgression. You speak of your coming sins, perhaps this girl isn’t even your niece at all; perhaps she is but a ruse. Wouldn’t that make this little game of yours far more appealing? Even if she is…are you prepared to sacrifice her? Perhaps you intend to destroy my property just to spite me, and by doing so condemn this girl to the hands of God. So be it, and it will be done bearing the name of Ronnie McNeil…your own scarlet letter of shame. How very fitting for a so-called “man of honor” such as yourself. The idea itself is an affront to my intelligence and affirmation of the idiocy of others such as your old, dethroned friend Mr. Kincaid.
Senester scoffs thinking of Bernard Kincaid, and his humiliating re-election loss 3 years ago, and further back to when McNeil was sent to kill him and failed.
(Senester): You count yourself a man of honor Ronnie McNeil, yet you have stolen from the hands of God himself. You have taken that which belongs to me. You speak my name in vain, and seek to be the messenger to the alleged error in my ways and those of man. There is no flaw in my design McNeil, there is only your inability to recognize which cog on the wheels I turn bares your name upon it. You pray for strength, and resolve to smite me in a fool’s errand. You may sooner toss stones into the sky and ping the gates of heaven. You have dubbed yourself many things over the years McNeil, from “Franchise” to “One Man Show” in various attempts to reinvent, and reinvigorate yourself. Now you stand under the banner of the NWO. Quite contrary to what you believe the numbers game does not dictate your survival or your advancement…I do.
What you pray for is my favor. What you pray for is my mercy. What you pray is that once you go into the belly of the beast… you are spit back upon the land as Jonah. Let me hear your true prayers McNeil. Let me hear your true voice. Let me hear the ego you claim to contradict. Why should I answer your contemptible prayers when they are not of your heart, but of your mind attempting to out-maneuver destiny? Why should Ronnie McNeil stand above all others? Why should Ronnie McNeil be recognized with splendor and glory befitting a king? Tell me. Dig your knees into the gravel and pray to me upon these things. Bind your hands together until the bones are like to break so I may hear in flesh your fervor. Shed yourself of the shameful glares of those you would call your friends, your fans, and your family. Pray Ronnie McNeil…pray to me so I may hear your true words. Pray while time yet remains where I shall hear the meek, and they may find salvation.
The scene ends as Senester looks back at Christina, a wry smile on his face as he thinks of the Havoc ahead.
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