Note: There are sensitive topics in this chapter, so please be ready for them so there's no strange suprise.
Batimos, a gorger who feasts on power, sits in his seat in the heavens surrounded by grease, muck, and naked women. Fatter than a pig with skin so rancid it could burn the throats of undead, he devoured filth, corpses, and faith of his enslaved congregants. Not a moment passed when he wasn't sitting on his cloudy floor, with the women of every race; piked on his many genitals. Like dead fish they flopped about, their very existence agony as the moment their god pierced through their cervix, their bodies would begin to melt from the inside out.
Some unfortunate angels-the most radiant and beautiful of them, fell victim to the same fate while the hideous ones were sent out to do their lord's bidding. From kidnapping mortals from the human world to making sure his people remained in line, such were their immoral orders and yet blindly they followed.
