Existence Womb (40)

    

   "Existence Womb (40)"

   Buck Pewter felt overwhelmed.  Almost torn to pieces by alien, angel-like toads, his wolf healing quickly though; still, it bothered him, without a true pack; regardless, he had too much on his plate, went to complaining, remembering Christ's kinda/sorta offering of a mercy deal:   "Father, if You are willing, take this cup from me."  But remembering, let the Father's Will be done--never yours.  And slaves obey your masters?   Didn't God free the slaves out of Egypt?  Of course Buck went to better than Sunday School; nevertheless, a small group of slaves accept the Torah, the Law, after IT being refused by so many others, yet the Hebrews chose this, this God of the desert, so to speak, and BANGO--they're freed by the most potent of magic.  The differences between King David and Jesus' purity also confusing.  Maybe the balance of it all.  Maybe the Southern Baptists and their love of Zionism, depending boldly on the Old Testament as well.  Polytheism exists.  At least that's clearly explained.  Numerous creature features in the Multiverse and behind it, here, our Universe, and Buck feeling so dumb and yet determined to never touch Miriam again.  To not break his vows to the Black Madonna, which he knelt before so many times during Templar days.  And now--in love?  For Christ's sake.  He was an old yet very young and svelte man.  Miriam awoke next to him in the Mr. T van--he just finished a piece of spicy beef jerky.

MIRIAM
Slept like an angel.  What about you Buck?
  
BUCK
I really love you Miriam.  And it scares the pits of Pandemonium into me.  And here I am, thinking of sexuality and Protestantism.

MIRIAM
What, you off your medicine, silly?