#8 Johnny: Johnny Meets the World Chancellor
Storyteller: Dr. Stephen Phinney | Johnny felt the power of this voice pound on the depths of his soul like the roar of a lion. He wanted to cover his ears, but he dared not.
Johnny, The Day After, is a flash short story series. Join Johnny in his degenerate journey into the mystic world of the new global Chancellor. Experience his loneliness, pain, sorrow, and rebellion as he adjusts to being one of many who are left behind after the Rapture.
New to Johnny? Read Chapter One HERE | Chapter Two HERE | Chapter Three HERE | Chapter Four HERE | Chapter Five HERE | Chapter Six HERE | Chapter Seven HERE |
JOHNNY MEETS THE WORLD CHANCELLOR
To Johnny’s surprise, he appeared in an office cloaked in gold and silver, sitting on the top of a prestigious high rise. Decorated with the finest furnishings. He then heard a voice. Welcome, my chosen one, for you are the one who will advance my kingdom. Johnny thought to himself, the one? How could that be? I am but a mere youth.
Johnny felt the power of this voice pound on the depths of his soul, like the roar of a lion. He wanted to cover his ears, but he dared not. The voice seemed to scramble every thought, overpowering like a mystical spirit, but yet appeared in the likeness of an angel of light.
The Voice: Speak, Johnny.
Johnny: It is an honor to be in your presence. May I please see your face?
The Voice: It is pleasing to hear your boldness. It is why I selected you. Why must you see me to believe in me?
Johnny: I don’t, sir. I believed in you long before today. You have requested my service, and now I request your presence. If it honors you, please reveal yourself.
The Voice: Now that’s the Johnny I know. I have had my eye on you since your birth. My workers have been supplanting doubts within your soul faithfully to resist the god of your parents. Now that we have removed the rebels of my kingdom, we can get to work on executing my master plan.
Instantly, as Johnny was staring into the misty air of this faint image, a human-type figure began to materialize before his eyes. There stood a well-groomed man dressed in the finest clothes, standing upright, strikingly handsome, and as confident as Johnny’s imagination could conjure.
Johnny: Sir, are you the world Chancellor?
Chancellor: That is what they call me. The Christians were accustomed to calling me the Antichrist. I have been called many titles throughout history.
Johnny: What do you call yourself?
Chancellor: God!
Johnny: With all due respect, I thought God was the principled godhead of the universe and beyond. Are you saying this godhead is you?
Chancellor: This God you are referencing stole my seat in the Heavens that rightfully belonged to me. I am the “He” now. I have grown in power and strength. While I admit the first God was supreme in power over me at the time, His selfishness blocked me from using the power He granted me. This self-appointed God removed me from His kingdom. Instead, He gave me this earth to rule. I am here today to do exactly that – rule the earth, which now belongs to me.
Johnny: Why did you bring me here?
Chancellor: I have called you, Johnny, to serve as my great prophet. Your rebellion against this Christian Jesus has honored me. I have had my hand upon your soul since the day you were born. Will you serve me at any price?
Johnny became instantly drenched in sweat. His conscience was stuck between feeling like a prodigy orphan and that of sweltering guilt. He knew his journey through life had been interrupted by disaster—a disaster that had led to the quandary of realism but yet the path of a psychopath. While reaching into his memory to call forth words of wisdom, something unexpected happened.
There in front of him appeared a dark spirit image. The dark spirit began clamoring for him, and Johnny’s soul became overwhelmed with ravishment. The ghostly image leaned forward to touch Johnny’s chest. Once the spirit made contact with Johnny, he felt his soul drain like a grave emptying its inhabitant. He became cold as ice; a vengeance of deities filled his body and mind, a rushing wind possessed him, and a commanding voice took over his tongue – For I am the great prophet of the living and the dead. I will command all to worship my master, the great Chancellor.
As these words disembarked from Johnny’s mouth, he grew in size. His clothing began to radiate a mystic glow. His hair whitened like the snow. Without restraint, Johnny said my name is Supurious; I Am of the one I Am. It is I alone that will interpret oracles, hidden things, and foretell the divine things which are and of the imminent things to come. The Johnny of yesteryear vanished. Johnny was transformed into Supurious, a beast of great power and whitewashed deception.
Coming up next: JOHNNY/SUPURIOUS RECEIVES THE MARK