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!"