Clusterf*ck

"We earned big today!" Brittney squealed in excitement.

She grabbed Ann's hands and shook them up and down as Brittney hopped in glee.

"So what? I hate doing this. I can hear f*cking John loving it every time and those f*cking perverts keep staring!! How are you not mad or revolted like me!" Ann pouted.

"You underestimate the power of money," Brittney cooed.

She bounced over to the backroom's table and rubbed her face against the sizable bag holding their payment— already deducted for Breightbale taxes, of course.

The coins clinked constantly as Brittney moaned in ecstasy.

"We can buy so much! Breightbale, the "City of Money" my *ss! Give me all the dresses, shawls, bracelets, earrings…"

Brittney kept ranting on and on. Ann frowned. She never knew how isolated Brittney grew up, but she was in full bloom now. Her friend changed so much from the hesitant and chaste Priestess before to the shameless and bad-mouthed hussy here. Frankly, it scared Ann how easily John goaded her on.

Brittney's devotion to John was genuinely frightening to the point where she predicted his words whenever he spoke to Ann solely based on Ann's reaction. Although John himself had no idea how it worked, he told Ann that Brittney became his Pope candidate and soon could talk with him directly.

All of this because of some coin troubles…

"Hey, Ann, you don't mind if I use this to go shopping?" Brittney hovered over Ann and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Fine. Go do whatever you want. We've got more money than what I ever wanted. Too much, actually…" Ann said, ashamed.

Never before had Ann been paid so much for performing. And never before had Ann been so sad that John not only was right, but he also perverted the whole plan.

"Let's go, Ingrid! We can get you all dressed up too!"

Brittney tugged Ingrid's arm. The woman addressed looked like a mountain of muscle. Her pecs were indistinguishable from her breasts, but it didn't hide the refined beauty she had. Ingrid, in short, was a Junky who used questionable supplements from alchemists. Many of which bulked her up more than a veteran warrior…

"I'd rather go to Karl's and pick up his new works," Ingrid chriped back.

"Alright! Bye, Ann!"

"See you later, Brittney. Ingrid."

Ann waved them off as they left Bob's Bobs and Vegans. The patrons catcalled and cheered, but they all ignored it. Instead of staying around, Ann took a coach straight home. Too much anxiety bubbled in her chest and she wanted to scream at how stupid her job became.

A whole avenue of industry born from John? How!? It still left Ann in shock.

She didn't see the carriages rolling behind her. They were flamboyantly colored and decorated, like a metallic and wooden peacock hybrid! It was impossible to see what was their insignia or decoration.

Ann started entering the Chaste Hotel when the carriages stopped and burst open! Soldiers stopped out, decked out in uniform armor and their spears drawn!

"The f*ck?!" Ann yelled.

"Oh?" John hummed. "Interesting…"

They surrounded Ann just outside the Chaste Hotel. It'd take a while for their security to come out and help, so Ann needed a distraction.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Ann screamed at them.

Four distinct forces assembled to box in Ann. They stood in serious silence and waved their respective flags.

"No… It can't be…" Ann gasped.

Four ostentatious palanquins parted each force, carried by four soldiers each.

"Not these idiots again…" Ann hoarsely whispered.

"Ann!!!!! You b*tch!!!" shouted the blond woman in a silken qipao that showed her beautiful legs. She laid on her hammock-like palanquin, pointing her finger like a queen resting in her bed that commanded a servant to kneel.

"Ann!! You f*cking dare!?" screamed the black haired woman in spandex-like material. It was made by Bob, owner of Bob's and Vegans, when he experimented on making slime clothing. The woman tossed her hair to the wind as she stood up from her throne-like palanquin.

"Ann, you did it this time!!!" hollered the platinum diva that sneered, her lacey and black garter belt showing. She held her fur-lined jacket over her shoulder and stepped down with a pantyhose-covered leg.

"I am Sailor Swoon! I stand for lewdness! And I also stand for prostitutes! And in the name of Perversion, I will punish you!!!" spoke the woman with a panty mask and sailor suit on. She shamelessly swayed her hips so her skirt fluttered in the wind and struck a tantalizing pose, her finger crooning for Ann to come over.

"Crystal… Tiffany… Amber… Angel…" Ann whimpered.

It was the four stupid Vixens. The Vixens were the infamous brothel escorts who topped the sex industry. Because Ann and Brittney jumped in and stole their popularity, they constantly harassed their early performances before copying their style.

"F*ck! Angel, you're perfect!" John praised. "See, Ann? That's how you roleplay as a Sailor Girl!"

Ann's eye twitched at all the ridiculousness. In all honesty, they were angry because Ann and Brittney never had to play with men's darkest fetishes. Getting touched and f*cked by the most hideous, fat, and smelliest of patrons? That was a degrading and dehumanizing job!

Their jealousy forced them to make Ann and Brittney's fanbase demand more and more lewdness until they were forced to be dirty women like the Vixens of Breightbale!

"How dare you stand there and not apologize for stealing our jobs!" Amber marched up to Ann and started jabbing her finger at her face.

"You lowly skank! Whose cock did you guzzle for it!?" Crystal demanded. She didn't give out hand jobs to so many people just to be made the warmup entertainment at Bobs and Vegans…

"Your black and impure heart needs to be filled with the white fluid of Perversion! Be purified!" Angel shouted. She pulled out a flask and splashed it in front of her.

"...F*ck. Is she brain damaged now?" Tiffany thought, as she kept her cool pose and watched everything.

"If it's money you want, Brittney took it all. I'm going home to sleep. Please, just leave me alone. I can pay you later too, if you want," Ann begged.

"No!!! Give me back my pride!!!" Amber jumped at Ann and pulled her hair!

A catfight broke out as both started pulling each others' hair and clawing violently! Ann rolled over and pinned Amber! Then, Amber slammed her knee in Ann's stomach and started choking her! Ann slapped Amber and breathed heavily as both women scuttled a short distance away from each other.

"Holy f*ck! Yes!!! Girl fights!" John approved.

"Amber, what are you doing! We were supposed to scare her!" Crystal nervously asked Amber.

"Be cleansed in death!" hissed Angel. Her eyes bulged and red veins spread across them. She breathed heavily and held her cheeks as she laughed maniacally.

"F*ck!?" Tiffany thought. "We're leaving!" she commanded her soldiers. The situation became too intense.

"F*cking whore! You ripped out my beautiful hair and scarred my luscious skin! How am I going to work tomorrow!?" Amber screamed.

Ann grinned but coughed a little blood up. "Get f*cked, that's how."

"You!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Amber launched at Ann, fingernail claws drawn! Though it looked evenly matched, Ann was actually very disadvantaged! Amber could use mana and unconsciously improved her body! Thus, she was stronger in all aspects!

Ann waited until Amber almost came upon her. Then, she spun and dropped a kick!

KrEuuNk!!

"AHhHhhh!!!" Amber screamed.

"AHHhhHh, FU**!!!" Ann screamed back.

Ann used her momentum and fractured Amber's leg at the cost of her own foot!

"...Why are we here, just to watch them suffer?" said Tom, one of Amber's soldiers.

"Good pay, hot girls, and no work," replied Pete, one of Angel's soldiers.

"...It just feels wrong to stand around and watch this. Like I'm scum on the face of the world, earning easy money and looking at babes when people starve in the streets," Tom adjusted his helmet.

"You're not supposed to think. Just enjoy the show. Life's more fun that way."

"You've got a point…"

By the same time that Ann broke Amber's leg, a nondescript carriage opened and Pope Vince Olrignt stepped out! The soldiers slowly moved out of his way after recognizing him and he nonchalantly walked over to the commotion.

When he reached inside, he saw Ann spin again and used the same broken foot to slam into Amber's arm! Both women struggled and clawed and bit and screamed the entire time! It was chaos! The other three watched and then Tiffany finally noticed the Pope!

"Pope Vince!?!" Tiffany screamed.

"""""The Pope!!!?""""" Everyone screamed.

Pope Vince coughed in his hand. A blazing mana pressure spread out from his stout body. It made the soldiers kneel in subservience.

"I hereby declare your animosity to be moot by the name of God! Ann here is the Apostle of John, so don't you dare touch her!"

Tiffany and Crystal sweated up a storm and looked guiltily over at Ann. They put their hands behind their backs and walked over to Pope Vince. They emphasized their cleavage when leaning towards him and shyly looked away and back to the Pope.

"I-I-It's not our fault!" Crystal said.

"Yeah! We were, um, just leaving and this happened! I swear I was going to stop it!" Tiffany said.

"Stop," Pope Vince pushed them aside. "Get over here, Girl."

Amber limped over to Pope Vince and fell on her legs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" she mumbled over and over again, like a servant who farted while serving their master his meal.

"Why is my life always so messed up?!" Ann whined to John.

"Tough luck, Ann. If you focused more on recruiting followers instead of being obsessed with earning money, this wouldn't happen," John scolded her.

"...Wasn't I following your instructions?!" Ann hissed.

John coughed and whistled. "Results may vary…"

As Ann clung to her foot, crying in pain, Pope Vince crouched to his knees. He lifted Amber's face and stared Amber in the eyes. The pressure he gave off grew more and more. Amber trembled like a leaf and the soldiers could barely keep upright!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorr—"

Pah!!!

Pope Vince b*tchslapped her so hard, she flew four paces back and broke her jaw!

"Shut up, you deviant! Know your place!" Pope Vince huffed.

He went over to Ann and healed her. Pope Vince then picked her up in a bridal carry before going back to his carriage.

"Wah—what, why?" Ann asked, in panic.

"My Lord's bride should not wallow with such demeaning figures. Their very presence taints John's Will." he declared, like a new law.

Pope Vince closed his carriage door.

The onlookers saw them go off towards the Commercial District of Breightbale.

Amber was left, mentally broken and physically crippled.

Tiffany and Crystal screamed when they realized a Divine Seal locked away their faith and mana permanently. They were no better than Ann now, except that Tiffany's youth magic wore off and Crystal's illusion magic disappeared from her body…

Angel followed after Pope Vince in her palanquin. She moaned mid-thought of entertaining the Pope and serving the Will of God.

And Tom choked as his body spasmed.

"Tom!!! What the f*ck is wrong!!!" Pete cried!

His best friend couldn't be healed by their emergency healing potions and there weren't any Priests or Alchemists nearby!

"Pete…" Tom croaked.

Pete cried streams down his face. He listened intently on his friend's faint words.

"Yes, Tom?"

"I… Awakened…"

Tom glowed as his skin dissolved. His body fell into itself before Pete's very eyes. Then, it expanded and broke through his armor and clothes. Tom no longer looked like a skinny midget.

Tom was a muscular, tall, and handsome young man now.

"I… have to join… the Pope…" he gasped before losing consciousness after the pain of his transformation.

Pete cried even more in relief.

"You got it, Tom! To the Pope, we go!"

Simultaneously, John, in the Heavens, cried to himself. He finally got more real followers that the Heavenly System accepted, instead of the quasi-believers who thought John was the same God as His God.