The Viagra of devil

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That empty beach seemed like a ghost coast. One time it was a famous bikini beach of adult fun. But three years ago, on New Year's Eve, a giant tidal wave came and swept Bikini Beach fully swallowing many lives. In that tragedy, Bikini Beach lost its glory and gained notorious fame as a coast of death.

Touching the beach, the car moved ahead along the empty road and reached a bushy hill.

“We are going to see here a former mafia don, known as John Kicker. But now he is a holy evangelist serving God.” Kimbler said.

“Are we going to confess in front of him?” Uncle Bull asked. “But winter is not suitable for confession. This is the time to do some hot sins.”

“No, we the holy apostles do not have any sin to confess.” Kimbler laughed and said. “He has a prayer hall here, a base of his operation, where many devotees are coming to participate in his gospel meet. He purifies them and makes them lambs”

“Are we going to be lambs by gospels of this evangelist?” Uncle Bull asked. “Dude, what is our mission here?”

“Our mission is getting the drug, that’s all,” Kimbler said.

“Does he have the business of drugs too along with his holy business?”

“No, he doesn’t do that. Now he is a servant of God. But, as he was an earlier drug lord, if I request him to arrange such medicine for our case, I am sure, he will help us. Earlier he had helped police by offering such medicine to interrogate some deadly dons.”

“What hell is this medicine? Is it so deadly..?” Uncle Bull asked.

“Yes, it is a special synthetic drug known as Viagra of Devil, a deadly Colombian synthetic sugar that will clear all feelings from the mind entirely and gives freshness. All forms of depression will be eliminated from the mind by its molecules.”

“Viagra of Devil..? Then, this is the medicine for us. We also need some stimulation now. Winter is getting closer.” Uncle Bull said with a smile.

“Do we have enough stamina to get thrilled in the fun of the Narco molecules?” Captain Randy expressed his doubt.

“What a fantasy..! Little rascals still have the wish to be a hot cupid..!” Kimbler shouted. “This drug is not for our fun. This is the medicine that going to cure Nany as a holy angel. It will purify her mind. Not only her hot veins but also her crazy brain too will be refreshed. Her courage and moral power, gospels, divine thoughts, everything will be turned off soon. She will play like a doll in front of you and will obey you like a little child.”

When Kimbler said those words, Uncle Bull took a deep breath and said in low voice like a whisper. “Yeah, I have also such a dream, a great fantasy. But I don’t think any narcotic molecules can cure this devil, even poison can’t affect this b***h in the black hole.”

Uncle Bull’s companions laughed hearing his statement about his darling.

“This medicine has a magic power that will let devil smile and angel cry,” Kimbler said. “Based on the deadliest nature of such drug which seduces and opens the mind of the user, sometimes police and investigating agencies use such drug for the interrogation of some special case. I remember a story that, the CIA once used this drug on Russian diplomats to force them to sign an anti-missile treaty without hesitation. It was an ass-burning pact. That’s why the CIA used this drug to soften the mind of Russian diplomates. Abu Zindabad the notorious terrorist daddy is using it to show God to his fighters to motivate them for Jihadi fighting. So this drug is a VIP having demand in all dens such as in diplomatic missions, terrorist camps, and interrogation cell of police and other force, etc.”

As Kimbler was a former cop, he was well aware of all types of drugs and their dealers.

They reached the premises of evangelist John Kicker which was on top of a hill that was covered with trees and bushes. His prayer hall, named Holy Floor, was shaking with the busting sound of singing and dancing by devotees in the gospel music. As they were approaching the hall, they heard the loud noise of the divine songs along with the sound of clapping and dancing of the devotees.

“What hell going on here..? Is it a ballroom fun or an orgy..?” Uncle Bull asked.

“It is a gospel rock n roll?” Captain Randy replied.

“This is the sound of the devotion,” Kimbler said. “Earlier, during the glorious time of the bikini beach, this divine center was a notorious hotel of John Kicker which sheltered many drug dealers and mafia lords coming from all over the world. When the sin of bikini beach became unaffordable to God, God sent giant waves to swallow it. In that purification, this hotel also was submerged in water. The waves sent by God washed off the sin and purified some people like John Kicker. When all of his wealth took by the waves, John Kicker became mad and reached a mental hospital. After staying several months in an isolated cell, it is said to be that, one day he got the revelation from God to be his servant, thus he became an evangelist and converted his dark den of sins into a divine center for gospel service.”

“And does he still sell narcotics along with his holy service?” Captain Randy asked.

“No. He is a holy man now. I mean after his confession, He is serving God as a full-time devotee. But he can get some narcotic drug from his former contacts upon a request from a relevant person, such as a police officer, or a doctor, for a good purpose, means, to treat some mental disorders or to read the mind of a person, like doing in the hypnotism. Sometimes he uses these drugs on his mentally ill devotees as medicine for spiritual relaxation.”

“Now I got him. He is the apostle of darkness and light.” Captain Randy said.

“Yeah, maybe something like that.” Kimbler continued. “Earlier John Kicker was a Mafia Don, but now he is an evangelist who dedicated his life fully to God. As I said, earlier, this prayer hall was his hotel where he served liquor, drugs, gambling, and all sorts of underground dealings. During that time he had made good business here. When the beach was washed off by tidal waves, he lost all of the earnings that he made from there. The money was kept in several steel boxes. He was planning to move those boxes to his native place which is on a hill somewhere in Colombia. He had arranged a ship for his voyage with the hundreds of steel boxes that were filled with gold and dollars. But God, the great player, snatched all of his black profits and threw it into the ocean making him the servant of God.”

“Who told you this story?” Uncle Bull asked.

“All of these things he said himself. Though I am a retired cop, I am still his friend. During my service, I had visited this place a few times to get information about drugs and traffickers. But I didn’t ever participate in his prayer fun.”

“Why, you don’t like this gospel fun?” Randy asked.