Damn you people. Really? Why is this story the one with the most follows/favorites?Do you people want me to write more for this story?! BECAUSE I WILL!

Jerusalem, 12 AD

"And why," Asked Christ, "doth thou asketh man to payeth redemption for their crimes, if He will punish them in death regardless?"

"Fool boy." Said the High Priest. "Thou knowest not what thou sayeth. Those who payeth thine gold and silver-"

"Will still be punished for their crimes by God when the Promised Day comes." Said a new voice.

Jesus and the High Priest turned to see a tall black man, wearing strange black clothing, stride through the entrance of the temple.

"Leave!" Commanded the High Priest. "Thou bearest the Mark of Ca-" The High Priest stopped, and grasped at his throat.

"Cain's Mark is not black skin, fool." Said the Man In Black, his hand making a choking gesture in the direction of the High Priest.

"I'd ask you to release him." Requested Christ of the Man In Black.

The Man In Black scoffed, and released his grip. The High Priest fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Come, Son Of God. We must speak." Said the Man In Black.

The Christ child followed the Man In Black out of the city, to a nearby low stone wall. The two sat.

"Thank heaven, I'm sick of speaking Hebrew." Said the Man In Black, in English. "I mean, seriously, why did your Father give this language to them? Why couldn't he have given Adam and Eve the English that most people speak nowadays?"

Jesus looked at the Man In Black skeptically. "We both know Father just fleshed the concept the Elder Ones originally made. And you're the one that spread them out throughout the universe. As for why not give them English... Where did you just come from? 2018?"

"Yeah." Admitted the Man In Black, slumping.

"And why are you addressing your character as the Man In Black? We both know who you are, and most people who followed this story probably know as well." Christ shook his head. "You make no sense, Nyarlathotep"

"First, thank you for pronouncing my name right." Said Nyarlathotep. "It's so hard for most people for some reason. And we both know that the people reading this fanfiction are likely insane."

"So, why are you here?"

This time it was Nyarlathotep that looked at Jesus skeptically.

"Sorry." Smiled Christ. "I absolutely couldn't resist. I know why you're here." His smile vanished. "I know what the stakes are for you. And I know you'd never come to me unless you were this desperate. I have to admit... You've gone and screwed it up majorly."

"I've gone and screwed it up?!" Demanded Nyarlathotep. "I screwed it up?! Are you being serious right now?!"

"No." Sighed Jesus. "I was joking. And to answer your question, yes, I'll help you. In any major way I can without interfering directly."

"That is a significant amount." Said Nyarlathotep, folding his arms. "By the way, should you be getting back? I doubt Mary and Joseph would be entirely happy with you talking to me after our last meeting."

Both of them cringed. It had not gone well.

"We should be fine. Plus, the time freeze that you set up here."

Nyarlathotep looked around. "This is where I set it up, isn't it? We could be here for literally forever, and have it not matter."

"Yep. Anyway," started Christ, "I can get you partial access to Remnant, more significant than your other Cthulhu/RWBY story with that crazy lesbian avatar of yours." Christ pulled a piece of ACTUAL PAPER out of his robe. "Was that nessescary?"

"Yes."

"I guess I walked into that one." Christ handed the paper to Nyarlathotep. "Take a look."

Nyarlathotep looked at the paper for several moments. He then summoned a glass of water, took a deep drink, and spewed it out. "How are you better than this than me?!"

To be continued...?