The Adventures of the

God Squad

Episode 63 "The Greatest"

I ran through the old archives of my great-great-great grandfather, the facility and Slugterra to confirm what I looked at the archives on the computer hard-drive to see if it really was true. My grandfather also told me that If I needed to confirm that something was true, his archives would show the truth. I checked my family tree starting from the person who helped me start our my career: my great-great-great grandfather. It turned out that not only me and Death had the same great-great-great grandfather, but we also had the same grandfather! Death (Peter Choly) was my cousin and Thomas was my nephew! I couldn't believe my eyes! Also in the documents was a letter from my GGG grandfather. I opened it and it read "If this is one my children or grandchildren besides Peter, please read this!" It began.

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"Peter is a wild and vicious boy. If he is still alive, please watch him and keep him from danger and trouble. I am not giving him much in the will, but just enough for him to get through life decently: $200,000. Even with this small amount of money, I would still like someone to look out for him so he only uses his money for the things he needs." The letter concluded with his signature. I still needed more information about Death, and I still had so many questions: how could he build an army or robots with only $200,000? Why did choose to be evil, what motivated him? How was he able to pull off the whole Thomas thing?, there was just too much unanswered. I asked Thomas, but he already told me everything he knew. There was only one thing left to do. We collected the scraps from the robots from the robot prison riot and used the parts to contact Death. We contacted one of Death's facilities and I asked to speak with him. The machine asked "Who is this? Unit 9468? You were reported destroyed at the prison breakout at 1400 hours." This is Yvan Choly. I demand to speak to Death, I have some questions for him." The machine said "Death will not speak to anyone. Good day sir." The machine said as it was about to deactivate the channel, but Death overrode the channel and showed on the screen and asked "What do you want?". "I have some questions for you. I hope that you can answer them." I told him. "That will depend on what the questions are, but I will allow them." He said. "I want to ask you about your past and the beginning of your career." I explained, but when I said those words, he looked at me, took a blaster, and shot the screen which caused the channel to go offline.

I tried to connect back to them, but it was useless. The next day I received a message from Death telling that he wanted to meet me at a designated location. It took me a while to find it, but I eventually did. I saw him standing in a small cave, but I still couldn't see his face. He took off his hood, but it wasn't him! It was one of his robots. "This is why you don't ask Death like that." Death said through a microphone in the robot. The floor opened and I found myself in another cave with a large gap in the floor, but I could still make the jump. I jumped, but the ground collapsed where I should have landed and I fell through the gap. I woke up in a pile of garbage, where guards were standing over me and cuffed me. I was already stripped of all my weapons and I felt strangely weak and not able to fight.

They took me on a stage and dressed me in a red robe and crown. They called all the guards and workers to attend the announcement. "All hail, his majesty, King Yvan! Ruler and dictator of Slugterra!" the guards said laughing. The workers who were captured Slugterra citizens) demanded that I be taken off the stage of humiliation and released from the prison camp. "Let him go! If there is anyone who doesn't deserve this, It's him!" some said. "He is not a king, he has taught us that only God is our king. Release him from this prison and keep us here forever if you want!" other added.

The guards saw that the situation was getting out of hand, took out there whips and subdued the slaves. My heart lit up in a fire of joy to see the love and patriotism from my citizens toward me and their willing to sacrifice themselves for me. Soon the crowd of workers melted away and they went back to work while I was chained in a cell where I had a view of most of the facility and the worker doing their work. I was tortured 6 hours a day and had to watch the slaves suffer and do back-breaking work while getting whipped and hit for nothing. My heart turned from joy to sorrow as thousands of daggers stabbed my heart in sadness in seeing my people suffer. Only one guard was stationed to guard my cell to make me look and feel hopeless and weak, but he was friendly and kind to me. When there were wouldn't be many guards in the hall to protect the other cells, he told them that he would take their shifts for them. Once they left, he would bring me extra food, medicine to keep up my strength. Every time that he would bring me food on Friday, but before eating, I would always wash his feet with the water I had to drink, my bowl and with my hands to imitate our Lord at the Last Supper.

"How do you do it? Every prisoner I've had always either goes mad or tries to escape, but you have never even complained once! What's you secret?" the guard asked anxiously (his name was Matthew). I finished swallowing my bread, smiled and said "Matthew, who do you love that most in this land?" "Well that would have to be Death actually." He replied. "Why? What has he done for you that you love him so much?" I asked curiously. "Well, he's God I guess. He's a genius, rich, powerful, gave me a job when no one else would. He's my king and friend." He told me. "Can you define love for me? When you hear "love" what do you think?" I asked him. "Well...I guess It's when you like someone or something about them I guess. What d you think it is?" he asked curiously.

"Oh my friend, you do not know the meaning of love. It is so many things, but my favorite explanation is probably this: "Love is putting someone else's needs before yours." Like how you brought me food and medicine instead of worrying about your safety. Has Death done that for you?" I asked him smiling. "Well...n...no. he hasn't." He said bowing his head sadly. "Have you heard of Jesus Christ and the Catholic faith?" I asked him. "Ye...yes I have, but Death forbids us from having anything to do with Catholics or their faith." He replied. "Would you like to be like me? Able to love anyone and give love to everyone and to the true God of everything? Would you like to be baptized in the name of the Catholic Church?" I asked him. "Ye...ye...Yes, YES! I would love to baptized at your hands!" he said proudly. I took what water we had left, blessed it, and poured it on his head saying "Matthew Hower, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." And Matthew became a child of the Church and God.

Matthews heart lit up with pure joy and love in the Lord and he began to pray to God, thanking Him for making me meet him and converting him. The next day, early in the morning, Matthew woke me up and injected me with some type of serum. "It will give you the strength to fight for a short time, we must hurry!" he said quietly as he handed me my weapons (he had my 2 energy daggers though, but I didn't mind). All the guards were drunk and sleeping and soon we made it to the control center and Death was there! We both approached him slowly and Matthew quietly climbed on the roof, while Death turned around and saw me, but it wasn't him, it was another decoy! The machine charged at me, but Matthew pounced on it from behind and stabbed it in the back with one my energy knifes. We triggered an alarm in the cell blocks and soon all the guards ran there, but then we put the dungeon on lockdown and they were trapped! We unlocked all the chains from the workers and they began to run the exit, but it blew up and machines came running through, but they were running from something, but what?

It was Anna and the God Squad who had found tha facility and helped the workers escape and soon they were returned to their homes. I put my hand on Matthew's shoulder and thanked him for his help, but he noticed that the machine was still alive and was about to shoot me, so he grabbed me and twisted me behind me and took the shot. He knelt down, then collapsed in a pool of his blood, never to stand or breathe again. I tore the machine apart into a thousand pieces and threw it through the control room glass. I turned to Matthew, but he was gone, never to return. The team rushed in and circled around and paid their respects. We put his picture in the hall of heroes, where only the bravest and best soldiers and heroes were allowed to be shown. Rest in Peace Matthew, your sacrifice will never be forgotten.