humans and getting them to safety quickly, he had left them vulnerable. And now they were paying the price. His fists begin to shake in anger as he feels the rage growing inside of him.

Steve: This bastard! I’ll tear him apart!

The convulsions from the three former humans echo out over the park but the annoying voice continues:

Mark: They imagined “I don’t need a king, I have Jesus!” Or some other modern icon. An iPad maybe.

But what was that imposter except the projection of an ideal. The longing for a higher power to lead their lives. They all needed a king. Not a Tyrant. Not a servant. A king!

A provider.