Rock God

Chapter Thirteen: Diablo

(Before we get started with the new chapter here are the songs mentioned for this chapter. :) 

It was precisely right at that moment that I woke up to all of the commotion that was going on downstairs. I slowly came down the stairs and then stopped as I turned my head to look over at Jesus and Hope. "What are you guys doing here?" I wondered as DJ quickly glanced up at me.

"Mick, go back upstairs right now." He told me and I could hear the panic in the voice as he said it.

"What is it DJ?" I questioned him anxiously.

"GO!!!" He hollered and pointed back up the stairs and I quickly burst into tears as I ran back into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me whereas Jesus just simply heaved a sad sigh.

"You lost your temper again didn't you?" He questioned him.

"No I didn't,.. I mean,.. I didn't mean too I'm just really worried about him." DJ explained. "Boy, I may be sinless, but as a human I'm not perfect and maybe that means that I can still sometimes be wrong even without committing sin." He began. "I'll go talk to him. Make yourselves at home and don't worry the puppy is friendly." He told them before quickly hurrying up the stairs and knocking on my bedroom door.

"Mickey, it's Deej." He began. "May I come in?" He inquired.

"You're God. Why are you asking me?" I wondered.

"Cause I never barge my way in. I always ask to be invited." He explained before slowly opening the door and came down to sit down on the foot of my bed since he already knew that it was alright with me and gently started rubbing my back. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice at you but I'm really worried about you right now.

You see, I'm not the only one who likes to play games. Satan's favorite game is monkey see monkey do and he's extremely angry that I currently have the three F's. Fame, fortune, and family. Minus that third F, he wants it too. Or rather if you count torturing them and keeping them as slaves for himself that he wants the third F as well. Look kid, just promise me that you'll stay close to your mother and I for a little while. If anything, ever happened to you I don't know what I would do. Ever since the creation of man I have always been Father,.. but up until now I never really had what you could call a friend." He explained to me before I sniffed and sat up and embraced him tightly while tears silently streamed down my cheeks.

"I love you." I told him as he hugged me back his eyes glistening.

"I love you too." He began as a tear rolled down his own cheek. "More than you could possibly ever even imagine. And I promise you that no matter what happens that I will always be there for you." He finished before kissing my cheek and then continuing to hold me tightly.

"I guess that just goes to show that everybody needs friends. Even God Himself." I said.

"Darn right." He replied while gently starting to rock me in his arms and kissed my cheek again before starting to sing another lullaby to me which was from the Disney movie Dumbo and eventually, we wound up both falling asleep.

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"Okay, so this is called a baseball mitt." DJ began the next day to Hope as all four of us met on the baseball field just to have some fun.

"Really? What do I do with it?" She asked him.

"You catch the baseball in it." He replied with a grin.

"But I don't know how to catch." She told him but he simply just smiled at her.

"That's alright Mick and I can teach you." He told her. "Jesus, do you want to be pitcher, umpire, or catcher?" He questioned Him.

"Yes." He replied with a grin before DJ just simply slapped his forehead.

"That was a multiple-choice question Son. Just because you can be everywhere and anywhere at exactly the same time like your old man doesn't mean you should. Nobody likes a showoff." He told him teasingly and since Jesus knew that he was only joking he burst out laughing.

"So DJ, what part are you going to play?" I questioned him as he just grinned at me in response and within a snap of his fingers he changed his outfit into a California Angels baseball uniform and cap.

"There's only one position for me of course." He replied before he started to perform the song Centerfield by John Fogerty while we started playing our baseball game. Once the song and the game had finished, I sniffed the air for I smelled the thick scent of smoke filling it and it turns out that I was correct, for as all four of us turned our heads, there standing before us in the shadows was a tall dark stranger dressed all in black with a bit of whiskers on his face.

From the color of his skin, I could tell that he was a mix of African American, Caucasian, and Hispanic. He had on a backwards black baseball cap with a white letter capital D engraved in the front of it. He also had a round necklace over his hoodie that had a star in the center of it and he slowly turned to look at us with his dark beady eyes.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the rock God Himself?" He questioned with an evil sneer and a puff of smoke. "You sure have come a long way since you flooded the earth, starting plagues, and parting the Red Sea." He said and that's when suddenly in an instant I know who he was as DJ narrowed his eyebrows angrily and glared at him.

"Hello there Satan. Or is it,.. Diablo now?" He questioned him.