The Omega Trinity

Chapter 2

The thousands of tickets that had been made available had sold within an hour of going on sale, and much to his surprise a valet had quietly come to him requesting tickets for the President of the United States and his guest, the Pope, who had arranged a state visit to coincide with the show. He had arranged for them to have private seating right next to the stage to give them the best view of what was to happen. The red limousine slowly crept through the crowded streets, bringing him as close as possible to the private trailer that had been set up as his dressing chambers. He was hustled out of the limousine and straight inside, just thirty minutes before he was due onto the stage. Walking around the room, he nodded in appreciation of the decor.

He was alone in the trailer, just as he had requested; he was very strict upon Being entirely alone as he prepared for a show. His rider had been executed to the letter. Venetian wine freshly made sushi, ocean water with whitewash cloths, and de-oxygenated water for his servants to bathe his feet in should he require it. The bed was queen size, draped in white silk sheets and a white down comforter, with white mosquito netting cascading down from the ceiling. The entire room had been crafted to look like an angel’s wing; everything sparkled with the purity of a world without dirt. He may have had more bones in his closet than all of the people waiting for him put together, but he sure as hell knew how to live it up. With an attitude of smug narcissism, he gloated over the event he had created as he stripped away his clothing in preparation to pray. Under the canopy of the night, with lights put in place to illuminate no one but him, he would perform the greatest stunt in all of history. Under the stars of heaven and the gaze of all men, he would take his own life. He had advertised the Heretic Exhibit as promising something that had never before been attempted, never even dreamed of; and he did not doubt that he would deliver. He had brought a small leather satchel with him into the trailer. This was precious to him, so much so that he allowed no one else to touch it and insisted upon transporting it himself. Checking the silver and crystal analog clock that was mounted to the wall he saw that he had only fifteen minutes left before show time, so he reverentially opened the satchel to check upon the contents. Satisfied that everything was in order, he bowed to the floor and began his pre-show devotional prayer. The prayer was, by nature, short in length. He simply prayed for strength, grace, and eloquence. When he was finished, he rose and began to dress in his showman’s finest as the sound of the introduction tape penetrated the trailer, the crowd’s reaction of screaming glee almost drowning it out completely. He steadily made his way down the slope that led to the stage as the images on the screen switched from portrayals of nature’s majesty and the stunning feats that he had done in past shows to display instead of just one single word. ‘HERETIC’, it screamed, the same word flashing over and over, morphing just slightly to burn in a different color each time that it appeared.

The smoke from the fog machines billowed out across the stage, rolling in thick, carefully created waves that were as purposeful as a lion stalking its prey. The image then changed again from the single repeated word to photographs and paintings of heretics through the ages; criminals, martyrs, zealots, and disturbing images of the most macabre kinds, wrenching astonished gasps from the crowd before his voice suddenly boomed out from the speakers, cutting through the spell that the images had placed the crowd under. “Welcome to the world!” he greeted them with a wide, genuine smile. “I am pleased and humbled beyond words to be” Able to welcome two very special guests to share this with us tonight. It is an honor to stand here before you, Mr. President. And such a blessing to be in the presence of the Most Holy Father, the Pope. The crowd roared in delight, thrilled to be amongst such an exclusive group. He indulged them by allowing them to scream as he made his way to the center of the stage, motioning to the sound and lighting guys to cut the visuals behind him and direct the lights upon him as he had designed. The central spotlight was directly over him, and he was flanked on either side by a red light pointing upwards. When the masses calmed down and looked back towards the stage, they saw what was to them their hero, their messiah, appearing to float on a pillar of snow-white light fifteen feet above the ground. The red lights on the sides made it seem as if all the evil of the world was being held at bay by the beautiful and brave man amid the white glow.

He was radiant. His three-piece suit was a perfect, untainted white with tails, and his white shoes gleamed. Everything that he wore was white but for the embroidered edging of his vest which was emerald, green. His chocolate brown hair was combed back with one rogue curl stubbornly and deliberately resting upon his forehead, and his wide smile was, to the crowd, like the sunrise after the longest and darkest night of their lives. He raised his arms in a request for silence which the audience instantly granted to him. “Tonight,” he began softly, “I will finally realize my dreams,” From my earliest childhood memories, I have known that I was brought forth into this world for a purpose. Wild applause greeted him from all sides, and his voice became stronger, drawing nourishment from the adulation of the crowds. The world of magic was my hallway! Not my doorway: we all know, of course, that a door can only allow someone to move in one of two directions. No, magic was the hallway and the further that I have traveled down. That hallway, the more rooms, and passageways I have seen and have been allowed to travel into! My beloved friends, magic itself is what gave me the greatest gift man could ever receive. It brought me to God! The crowd erupted again. Some of the women in the front rows were filmed with tears of joy sliding down their heavily made-up faces, the images shown on the screens that were placed all around the park to broadcast to the entire world. “I love the Lord!” he continued passionately. “Everyone here tonight and all those watching at home know that I dedicate all of my works to the father; all is done in his Almighty Name. Tonight, I bring each one of us closer to his Majesty. Since I awoke to the wonders of faith and grace I have been on a quest; a quest that has taken me all over this beautiful planet which our father hath created. “My quest? The one piece of the puzzle that was missing, the one single piece with which I could unlock and open the doors of heaven! Yes, and tonight, on this most glorious night here in New York. City, I can announce that finally, I hold the missing piece! Tonight, I shall do what no other before me has accomplished, for the pieces of the afterlife have been joined together once more and shall thus be introduced to you all this very night! He raised his arms, punching the air triumphantly with his proclamation. The people below the stage were drunk with the wondrous power that was now emanating from the oracle. They raised their arms as one, crying out praise for the man floating in the white lights as he stood still in the middle of the stage, arms uplifted, and his face turned towards the heavens. From above, a circular metal object was making a steady descent. The cameras instantly zoomed in on it to get a tight shot of the people at the back of the congregation and those watching through their television screens. It was a fine silver ring, three feet in diameter with a second, smaller ring suspended in the middle. They were bound together by minute circles that had been soldered in. Perfect spacing between the outer and inner rings. The contraption was perfectly flat, clearly designed to hold small objects securely.