“Your god has no power in my domain, preacher.”
The voice of the Tall Man was like the voice of Satan; evil incarnate, leaden and so very cold. He dropped the crucifix and ran, fleeing a nightmare too terrible to be borne.
The pleas of the faithful had had reached his headquarters only a week ago. People crying out for God’s mercy, for His Hand to stay the horror that was falling… graves desecrated and the remains of loved ones animated, driven by pure evil, bent on the destruction of all that was Good and Holy.
God had Put Forth the Test, and Fred Phelps would not shirk his Duty. He had gone to the lands that the nation’s government had rejected to reclaim God’s Glory….
…but it seemed that his god had no power in this domain.
He ran, gasping for breath and cursing his weak heart, praying voicelessly to a god he’d loved since childhood, but for the first time, there was no answer. He tripped, hitting the tiled floor with considerable force. His teeth descended on his lower lip and blood splashed.
“God, help me!” he cried out.
But something else answered.
Soft, gobbling voices sounded from behind him. Fred looked over his shoulder wildly and saw them: the dwarves. Tiny, misshapen bodies in brown robes. They looked at him and lifted their hoods- they were corpses, crushed until they were no taller than three feet.
And they were running towards him.
With a shrill, whistling scream he lurched to his feet, but the first of the three creatures had already reached him. It leaped; catching him around the knees and knocking him back down on the ground. The other two had caught up by then and were holding his arms, ripping viciously at his shirt and dress coat with their long, sharp nails.
The first dwarf had already ripped through his pants, scratching his ass and thighs. He tried to scream, maybe plead to God for mercy once again, but a tattered remnant of his shirt was shoved into his mouth. For some reason, they’d left his tie alone… perhaps all the better to choke him with should he try to scream.
But something terrible, even more so than the dwarves attacking him, was happening. His body was responding in a way it hadn’t done since he was thirteen and seduced into the most Evil of Sins by his father’s long-term Bible-reading partner… a Sin he’d been repenting of ever since, the very same Sin that he had sworn to protect those innocent Children of the One True Lord from… That of Homosexual Relations. The wiles of the Devil were such that he’d never felt the same lust for a woman, but he knew the Word of the Lord and understood that it was far better to lie with his good wife rather than that doe-eyed new pastor…
But why was this happening now? The dwarf’s nails were still tearing into his skin and he was… was… enjoying it?!
The dwarves seemed to have noticed their captive’s change of heart, as well. For a long moment, they gabbled at each other in their terrible language and then the first grabbed his hips, yanking them up and forcing him to rest on his knees (which, at his age, were going bad very quickly) and then the dwarf shoved its cock right into his old, wrinkled ass.
Because the corpse had been shrunk in the process of becoming a dwarf, it didn’t hurt as much as it might, but there was further relief as the dead skin tore, releasing the bright yellow formaldehyde into his anus and smoothing the dwarf’s way considerably. Fred yelled, trying to cry out unto God, but his words were muffled by the gag- which was just as well, because he wasn’t calling out to God to save him any longer.
The thrusts were short and hard and the dwarf’s nails dug deep into his skin, but it wasn’t long before Fred was seeing stars and pleading incoherently for release. When he finally came, he fainted, the dwarf still pounding away.
For an unknown length of time, he drifted in the dark. But then he heard the gobbling voices of the dwarves and slowly opened his eyes.
The first dwarf was watching with a big, toothy grin as the second took its place behind Fred and the third lifted his head, shoving its cock at his mouth.
Oh, what the hell, he thought, opening his mouth.