"What do you think about this?"

Jesus holds out a painting for his dan'gersign to see.

"I don't know what he said, but I think it looks amazing, Jesus!"

"My paintings never come out as well, though....."

Jesus eyes the painting that Chrisleprae has created.

"I believe it is lovely. I understand your sentiment, but you should not compare the miracles you can create to those of others. They cannot do what you can."

"Yeah, you say that, but you're literally Jesus! You can do anything!"

Jesus grips his cross in thought. He's never too fast with his words, as he processes every word he makes a hundred times in his head. He looks at his own painting, wondering if it is what "perfection" is.

"It's the Lord's Supper! Does this mean Satan's back?"

A caravan of thornheads plod behind Satan. Each one helping to transport a cargo of supplies.

"BE NOT AFRAID. The angel of THE LORD is back! GOD IS GOOD. With the trust I have put into HIM, He has returned to me my reward!"

"N-No way! God actually got the notails to chill out?"

"Not quite....."

"On my mission to the notails, I came across a SIGN from THE LORD. A white LAMB that must have been sent by HIM."

"The lamb told me, DO NOT WORRY, FOR I AM THE SYMBOL YOU HAVE AWAITED. He has provided me food and drink, as well as currency to assist with our cause."

"The lamb wishes to expand our forces into the city of Lo'aith and build a church so others may hear HIS WORD."

"Thank you, my angel, Satan. Your faith shall be the redemption of our cause, and the first steps to recovery."

Jesus inspects the supplies.

"I must hand it to you, Satan, I didn't believe you could do it."

"THAT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE A COWARD, PETER."

"................."

"THE LORD will save us in our darkest times, should we believe. SO IT IS FORTOLD."

"'Truly I tell you, people will be forgiven for their sins and whatever blasphemies they utter; but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit can never have forgiveness!' - Mark 3:28—30"

"How many more times will you see HIM BEFORE YOU and turn your head away? One, two? Three times, Peter?"

"Three times, I think that is correct."

Peter sighs, not wanting to be involved in this game.

"I'll try not to do it again, Satan."

Jesus finishes checking the large supply pile.

"There's more than enough for us in here."

"We should go to Lo'aith to donate the rest."

"But we just got supplies.... it has been so long since I've had a full meal."

"Jesus, I understand you wish to donate to the people, but...."

"The people of Lo'aith have left us to starve when we asked them for supplies. Surely the town of Lo'aith can feed its own homeless."

"The people of Lo'aith have acted with poor intentions to us."

"But we must ignore their aggression, and continue to assist when we can. Once we have our fill, our wealth should be shared with those in worse conditions than us."

"If, as you say, Peter, the city of Lo'aith cannot be trusted to feed those who beg, hungry at their doors, then we should not trust them to feed the homeless of even their own kind."

Peter sighs in frustration.

"I understand. So be it." He mumbles an "I guess" under his breath.

"Joyous! Let us split the supplies and head to the city."

"Jesus, that is honorable of you, but you know the notails still lurk in the shadows, yes? Should you head into the city of Lo'aith, they may take you away, or worse."

"It is best for you to stay here."

"My Lord, do not worry. I, YOUR ANGEL, Satan, shall act in YOUR stead and not only deliver YOUR word as YOU state, but also deliver the supplies to those in need."

Abeegail pokes her head out and buzzes around the caravan of thornheads with excitement, "Praise the lord and bee thankful! We got supplies!"

Abeegail buzzes forth before the group with her hands behind her back and balancing on her tippy toes, "I didn't have any doubts that something grand would come our way eventually. If not, I would have marched out there myself and gotten everyone a feast of honey!"

"Everyone likes honey!"

"If I have to eat more honey I will puke, I am sure of it."

"Thank you, Abeegail, for your FAITH. Unlike SOME NON-BELIEVERS, you are TRUE AND HONEST to THE LORD."

"You should say 'Non-Beelievers.'"

"Thank you, Satan. You guys about to go on some adventures? Oh! Can I come?"

"I wish to go in the stead of MY LORD, but it is up to HIM and HIM ALONE to decide."

Satan kneels on one knee.

"Please, MY LORD. Let me stand in YOUR place."

Jesus hoists Satan up from his kneel.

"No need to be so formal, my angel. I understand all of your fears. As such, while I wish to be there to oversee the donations of food to the people, I shall let you go."

"I only ask one thing, you must take Peter with you, as well."

"W-Wh- Jesus, please! I would, uh, be better off here, working."

"I am sorry, Peter, but I sense hostility between you and Satan."

"I believe you both would benefit from seeing the other work for the betterment of us all."

"And Ms. B will make sure to break up any fights."

Abeegail puts her knuckles on her hips and sways them side to side, "Nothing like handing over blankets and food to the homeless to make two fellow men of faith get closer."

"Besides! You could use a walk to see the sights and get some sunlight. We could get some local tea even, while we spread the good faith and kindness among our fellow man."

"Then so it shall be, that we three shall follow THE LORD'S WORD. Gather your supplies, Peter, and let us act as THE LORD would."

Peter grits his teeth.

"Yes. Let's."