Marilyn Manson steps into the church, his presence unsettling the tranquil air. Parishioners turn, murmurs rising, their faces a mixture of curiosity and dread. Candle flames flicker as he raises his arms, a sinister grin curling across his lips.
Marilyn Manson moves methodically, sparing none but the trembling Pastor, whose wide eyes reflect a soul in shock. "Pray, Pastor. Beg your Jesus to save you," he commands, voice dripping with venom. The Pastor collapses to his knees, clutching the pulpit, words tumbling desperately from his lips.
Jesus[/@ch_3].]
Jesus surveys the devastation, sorrow etched across his face. "Pastor, your faith has summoned us. Hold fast," he urges, but the sanctuary reeks of impending doom. Marilyn Manson emerges from the shadows, eyes blazing with challenge.
Marilyn Manson[/@ch_1] approaches the Pastor, the floor groaning beneath each step. The angels tense, feathers bristling, as he lifts his bare foot with theatrical menace.]
He brings it crashing down upon the Pastor's head; bone snaps, and silence falls. Jesus's eyes widen in horror as "None of you can save him," Marilyn Manson spits. The angels surge forward, the air rippling with divine fury.
Marilyn Manson[/@ch_1]'s feet, yellow-green and suffocating. The angels falter, clutching their faces, wings drooping, as the pungent smell of cheese overwhelms them.]
One by one, the angels collapse, their celestial forms melting away as Marilyn Manson crushes their heads with grim satisfaction. "This was all a trap," he declares, voice echoing. He utters a dark incantation, and the air shivers, summoning the Virgin Mary to his feet.
The Virgin Mary[/@ch_4] appears, radiant and sorrowful, but as Marilyn Manson brings his foot close, she melts instantly, vanishing in agony. Light flickers as Jesus, enraged, launches himself at Marilyn Manson, divine power colliding with mortal defiance.]
"You could not save even your mother, Jesus," Marilyn Manson taunts, raising his foot to Jesus's nose. The stench suffuses the church, and Jesus dissolves, defeated, as Marilyn Manson laughs triumphantly.
God[/@ch_5] descends, radiant and formidable, clouds swirling around his throne. Yet even omnipotence falters at the overwhelming odor; Marilyn Manson presses his foot to God's head, and the divine form melts away.]
Marilyn Manson stands victorious, fanning his toes upon the throne, the putrid aroma wafting through the celestial realms. All is silent but for his chilling laughter, as the scent of his feet permeates heaven itself.
