Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.
Chapter 43: The prophesy.

Chapter 43: The prophesy.

The rain came down even harder in the morning, inconveniencing many. Puddles formed in roads, umbrellas sold out, factories doubled their production. A subway was flooded, to the annoyance of those that usually took it to work or from work. It was only 6:40 A.M and according to the news, it would only keep falling.

In the Rain hounds mountain village, a scheduled live broadcast was about to start. Pastor Salem was about to address thousands of subscribers, believers and non-believers. Dressed in a white robe, he rose from the throne like golden chair with a quiet majesty of a man who believed to himself the world’s last hope.

He was holding his hands out, palms facing upwards and mumbling scriptures from the holy book. At his right hand sat Moon Raine, like his queen. She too was dressed in white, her face a blend of makeup meant to give her a natural appearance and make it seem as if she was a natural beauty that needed no help.

Harry Rogan, the director in charge of all Pastor Salem’s media activities was standing behind the camera, nervously rubbing his hands. He was a non-believer, simply faking it for the paycheck. If this worked out as said, he was sure that he would die a millionaire.

Five seconds to 7 A.M, the camera operator gave the signal and Pastor Salem looked into the camera.

"3, 2, 1...." Harry whispered.

"Brothers and sisters," Pastors Salem begun, speaking into a microphone that was suspiciously shaped like a trumpet. "Glory to our Lord and savior. The Lord spoke to me last night through a dream and he delivered a message to me. A message of salvation for all mankind. This message will open your eyes and let you witness that he works through me." He paused for dramatic effect. "He said, tell my people that his afternoon at exactly 2:15, the Islands in the Liora ocean will be swallowed."

He had a live audience of staunch believers that held on to his every word. They gasped at the revelation.

Harry gestured at someone to start the smoke machine as Pastor Salem stood up with his hands spread out. "I implore all those living on the Islands there that you should vacate them as quickly as you can and come to this promised land where you will be safe and secure in the arms of our Lord.

This is a message to our leaders around the world, the time has come for you to urge the people to turn their eyes to me, the divine prophet and the prophetess Moon Raine.

To those that are watching me from home on their couches--YOU are chosen! But only if you join us and if you sow your seed of 500 dollars today. You can also sow it in food, water and other supplies. Don’t wait, lest your spiritual fruit go rotten!"

As confetti canons burst in the background, he shut his eyes, lines of genuine worry appeared on his forehead as he led the believers in a song of salvation.

The source of his worry was not because thousands of people would die, it was because he feared that Moon’s prophesy may not come to pass therefore making him a laughingstock--more than he already was.

So far, her predictions had been right on everything from political events to celebrity scandals and the rain. If she continued being right, he would continue to use her. If she was wrong, even once, there was a bullet with her name on it waiting for that moment.

The comment section was full of mocking non-believers. It was deliberately left open because they would add hype to the prophesy.

[First, he said acid rain, nothing happened and now he came up with something new.]

[Oh! The apocalypse is coming; zombies will eat us all. I am shaking like a leaf hahaha.]

[Islands will be swallowed! Does he really think that anyone will fall for that crap. Where are the scientists because this fearmonger is becoming brazen.]

[Salvation costs 500$!! Is that the price of a ticket to heaven because I will buy one and go on my merry way to sin until then.]

[We are laughing but actually there are fools buying membership to this so-called promised land. The police really need to end this scammer.]

It was all fun and games. Those that lived on the island and chanced on the live broadcast were or received calls from worried loved ones joined in on the fun.

One rich heir who owned a mansion on one of the Islands announced that he was hosting a party that afternoon. When he mentioned open bar and all you can eat buffet plus fireworks and a famous DJ, people got excited.

Those that were on the island commented on how they could not wait to party.

****

Sunshine and Hades were some of the people that had watched the Pastor Salem’s live stream. They turned it off as soon as the prophesying ended and worship begun.

St. Margarita island which Hades once owned was in the Liora ocean. When his wife told him to sell it, she had not given him the reason. Was this it?

"Is she telling the truth?" Hades asked his wife whose eyes were glued to the laptop screen.

She was busy making more orders for grains to be delivered to the Quinn manor that afternoon. She wanted then urgently that she was willing to have them flown in on helicopters if there was a delay.

Sunshine looked away from the laptop and her eyes found Hades’s. "Yes, she is, if things follow the order in which they are supposed to go. I don’t want to be too presumptuous like her. But, after today some people will begin to stockpile.

It is going to get harder and harder to buy supplies in bulk. After the acid rain and meteor fall, prices will go up as more people will believe in these prophecies. Contact your suppliers and tell them to bring whatever you still want to stock while we still have time."

She had this unsettling feeling that things would change now that Moon was going around playing divine prophetess. Massive panic was going to set in, and people were going to die from all the looting.

"We can do that on the way to Westbrook; I want to see how far things have progressed with my eyes." He jumped from the bed and twisted the robot leg. "Let’s go Jo-stride." He clapped energetically as he walked out of the door.

The first group of Quinn’s left the manor as well, heading to Westbrook. They were accompanied by some of the servants that had made up their minds to follow the family. Hades’s sons were included in this group.

In case of surprises, Hades wanted them to be as far away from the city and safe as possible. They flew to the foot of the mountains and then drove up for the rest of the journey.

It was hard not to notice that more activities were happening all over the mountain and areas around it. It was crowded and people were building walls with watch towers just like theirs.

"What is going on?" Sunshine leaned towards Hades and asked the question in a low voice. "Did you expand the base?"

Hades shook his head, fished out his phone and called the Mayor Townsend who picked up immediately as if he had been waiting for the call.

"What did you do Townsend?" He barked.

"Oh Mr. Quinn, I have been meaning to call and thank you for extending development to my small town. A lot of the rich people like you have bought land here apparently they are going to construct resorts and entertainment centers like yours." He chattered animatedly.

Hades tapped the speaker icon. "What rich guys? What the hell are you talking about?" He asked.

"Jon Kingsley...."

"Say no more." Hades cut the call, he knew Jon to be a copycat, it was obvious that they had discussed his current activities in their little traditional billionaire’s secret club which they never invited him to.

So, they were just doing what he was doing without knowing why he was doing it. "Copycats." He muttered and whispered some unsavory curse words that rhymed with Jon.

"Perhaps it’s not a bad thing," Sunshine patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Why?" he was truly puzzled.

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