Dear God (Marilyn Manson and Twiggy Ramirez fan-fiction)

Marilyn's P.O.V.

I was in the middle of my satanic sex ritual when I heard a knock at the door. "one moment." I said as I put on some clothes and when I opened the door, I saw a young man. As I observe the young lad, top to bottom, "Damn." I say, not meaning to speak it out-loud. The boy looked at me startled at my sudden words.

"what....what..?" he replies quietly. "Nothing,What do you want?" I question him.

"uhhh..Well..uh I was just wondering if you..you have..read the book of god?"

I roll my eyes. Oh Satan, not some religious Jesus freak again. I was about to slam the door, but I just couldn't stop staring at his beautiful dreads. "nice dreads." I say.

He looks at me frightened.

"What is your name?"

After what seemed to be several minutes.

"Umm..um my name is Twiggy." He final replies.

I give him a strange look.
"Twiggy..? What the hell? What kind of name is that?"

He frowns and looks away from me.

"...It..it was my fathers name."

"Was?"

"Yes, he passed away a few years back." He says,looking as if he is about to cry.

I felt pity for the boy.

"My condolences." I say.

He looks up at me with a unsure look set upon his face.

We stare at each other for a while. Until he finally asks "you're not a follower of The Lord Jesus Christ Are you?"

I laugh. "No way. I find the whole concept of belief and worship of a god such as yours humorous."

He looks at me with a bit of anger. "Well...well..." He suddenly silences himself.
Good boy. I think to myself.

"Run along now young one." I say as I shut the door.