The towering arches of the New Covenant megachurch cast long shadows as Elena Torres steps into the private conference room—only to find Hezri’s inner circle waiting for her, their smiles sharp as knives.

  Hannah McCullough leans against the pulpit, twirling a pen between her fingers.

  Leah Kim sits poised, her expression unreadable.

  Elise Carter and Zara Lin fnk the door, cutting off any easy exit.

  Alicia Voss lounges in a chair, dangling a set of car keys.

  And at the center—Hezri, his fingers steepled, his gaze burning into Elena’s soul.

  On the table before her:

  A deed to a penthouse in The Celestia

  Ferrari ownership papers

  A contract—unsigned

  THE OFFER

  Hezri (smooth, commanding):

  "Elena. You’ve been lied to. The New Covenant uses your passion, your light, to mask their rot. But you? You could be so much more."

  Hannah (stepping forward, voice like velvet):

  "Think about it. No more begging for donations. No more elders silencing you. Just influence. Power. Freedom."

  [Elena’s eyes flicker to the papers. The numbers on the deed are staggering. The Ferrari key gleams under the stained-gss light.

  Leah (quiet, almost regretful):

  "They’ll never let you change things. But we will."

  THE PRESSURE

  Zara Lin (grinning, predatory):

  "Come on, Elena. You know you’re too good for them. Time to pick a side."

  [Alicia tosses the Ferrari key onto the table. It nds with a clink next to the contract.

  Elise Carter (leaning in, whispering):

  "Sign. And the world is yours."

  [Elena’s breath hitches. The room feels too small. The offer too rge. The trap too perfect.

  [The moment Elena’s pen leaves the contract, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The warmth of persuasion melts away, repced by the cold precision of a war council. Hezri leans back, his smile no longer charming—now it is the grin of a conqueror.

  Hezri (calm, ruthless):

  "The Southern Baptist Coalition was just the beginning. The New Covenant’s eight megachurches are next—and you, Elena, will be the key to their fall."

  [Elena’s breath catches, but she doesn’t flinch. She knew this was coming—the price of the penthouse, the Ferrari, the power. Now, the mask is off.

  Elena (voice steady, analytical):

  "The New Covenant isn’t like the Southern Baptists. It’s smaller, more fractured. Here’s what you’re dealing with:*

  Leadership Divisions

  Reformists vs. Traditionalists – The older clergy cling to dogma, but the younger pastors want change. They’re already at each other’s throats.

  Financial Instability

  Two of the eight megachurches are drowning in debt. Their donations have been shrinking for years.

  Public Scandals

  Pastor Daniel Reeves (their most visible leader) is hiding a gambling addiction.

  Elder Miriam Cole embezzled mission funds to pay for her daughter’s Ivy League tuition.

  Erosion of Trust

  The congregation is loyal, but after today’s debate, even they are questioning the leadership."*

  [Hezri’s eyes gleam. This is better than he expected. Elena knows exactly where the cracks are—because she once believed in fixing them.

  ***

  The four struggling New Covenant churches receive anonymous donations—miraculously covering their debts. The pastors are stunned, the congregations relieved. No one questions the source… at first.

  ELENA’S SERMON – THE 6 COMMANDMENTS

  [Elena stands at the pulpit of New Covenant Grace (Chicago), her once-progressive tone now ced with Hezri’s doctrine. The congregation watches, some in awe, others in unease.

  Elena (voice resonant, persuasive):

  "Brothers and sisters, God is simplifying His path for us. No more division. No more confusion. Only crity."

  [She unveils a banner—THE 6 COMMANDMENTS—embzoned in gold. The same rhetoric that split the Southern Baptist Coalition now seeps into New Covenant’s walls.

  Elena:

  "Polygamy is sacred. Female love is holy. Male sin is unforgivable. This is not my word—it is God’s revival."

  [The crowd murmurs. Some cheer. Others exchange gnces. But the debt is paid. Their loyalty is now a currency… and Hezri owns it.

  Meanwhile, at Vault & Veil, Sophia Cole—Elder Miriam’s Ivy League daughter—giggles as Alicia Voss and Maya Reynolds drape her in Chanel and Louboutin.

  Sophia (twirling in a 10,000 dress):

  "Mom would die if she knew how much this costs!"

  Maya (ughing, swiping Hezri’s bck card):

  "Oh, honey. This is just the start."

  60,000 vanishes in an afternoon—handbags, jewelry, a Cartier watch. Sophia doesn’t ask why they’re funding her spree. She doesn’t care.

  Alicia (whispering, as Sophia admires herself in a mirror):

  "Imagine what else you could have… if your mom stopped fighting Hezri."

  Sophia’s reflection grins. A deal is struck without a word.

  Elena’s sermon – Congregants nodding, some crying, others storming out. Perfect division.

  Sophia’s shopping spree – The girl’s Instagram story is already flooded with designer tags. Bckmail secured.

  Lena Cho (smirking):

  "Miriam Cole will fold when she sees her daughter’s new… lifestyle."

  Hezri (sipping bourbon):

  "And the churches? They’ll kneel for the 6 Commandments—or burn."

  Cut to Elder Miriam, staring at her phone in horror as Sophia’s posts light up the screen. Her hands shake. She knows what this means.

  [Sophia lounges in her Celestia penthouse, draped in a silk robe, a half-eaten gold-leaf dessert on the table. Her phone propped up, streaming to thousands.

  Sophia (ughing, twirling a champagne flute):

  “Y’all are so mad about the 6 Commandments, but like… have you read the Bible? Solomon had 700 wives and God called him wise. So why’s one man with three women such a big deal?”

  [She holds up a Louboutin heel, dangling it carelessly.

  Sophia:

  “Also—this is what divine favor looks like. Sorry not sorry.”

  [The comments explode:

  “SHE’S ELDER MIRIAM’S DAUGHTER??”

  “Is this a joke???”

  “Wait but she’s kinda right about Solomon tho”

  [New Covenant members lose their minds. Their elder’s daughter is not just funting wealth—she’s mocking their doctrine.

  [Meanwhile, clips of Elena Torres preaching the 6 Commandments from New Covenant’s own pulpit flood TikTok, spliced with her old sermons where she called the same ideology “spiritual abuse.”

  >> CLIP 1: Elena (6 months ago, fiery)

  *“Any theology that picks and chooses who deserves love is not of God!”

  >> CLIP 2: Elena (now, serene)

  “The 6 Commandments are divine order. To reject them is to reject truth.”

  [The whipsh is instant. Hashtags erupt:

  #ElenaSoldOut

  #NewCovenantHypocrites

  #6CommandmentsOrDie

  [Elena’s old supporters feel gutted. Her new followers—mostly Hezri’s bots and polygamy advocates—celebrate her “enlightenment.”

  [Sophia Cole’s Instagram transforms into a neon-lit pulpit. Daily livestreams from her Celestia balcony, designer bags piled behind her like sermon props.

  Sophia (sipping iced coffee, smirking):

  “Okay, serious talk today. Y’all keep DM’ing me like, ‘How can you support the 6 Commandments??’ Babe, look around. God clearly blesses those who follow His rules.”

  [She pans the camera to her Ferrari in the driveway. The comments explode—part outrage, part eerie admiration.

  Sophia (grinning):

  “New Covenant’s dying ‘cause they’re stingy with God’s word. And their budget. We don’t have that problem.”

  [Elena storms the st New Covenant strongholds, her sermons a bde wrapped in velvet.

  At New Covenant Grace (Chicago):

  “You built these pews on obedience. Now obey the new revetion.”

  At Redeemer’s Light (Miami):

  “Your debts are paid. Your salvation? Pending.”

  [Pastors who resist are shouted down by their own congregations. The 6 Commandments pamphlets—already stockpiled in back rooms—are passed hand-to-hand like contraband.

  [Daniel Reeves barricades himself in his office, screaming into his phone:

  “You can’t just buy a church!”

  [A text pings—from Lena Cho:

  “We didn’t buy it. We repossessed it.”

  [Outside, his congregation votes without him—85% in favor of adopting the 6 Commandments. The board officially removes him by sunset.

  The war room hums with quiet tension as Hezri studies the remaining two New Covenant churches—the final holdouts. On the screen, their names glow red:

  New Covenant Light (Seattle) – Led by Pastor Elijah Grant, a staunch traditionalist.

  Sanctuary of the Redeemed (Denver) – A grassroots congregation, fiercely independent

  Hezri (steepling his fingers):

  "Why are these two still standing?"

  Lena Cho (tapping her tablet):

  "Pastor Grant has no debts, no scandals. And the Denver flock? They’re proud of being ‘unbuyable.’"

  [A slow smirk curls Hezri’s lips. He turns to Elder Miriam Cole, seated stiffly beside her now-infamous daughter, Sophia.

  Hezri (smooth, commanding):

  "Miriam. You’re the new face of the New Covenant."

  [Miriam’s breath hitches. Sophia grins, twirling her Ferrari key.

  Hezri (continuing):

  "You’ll publicly repent for your ‘embezzlement’—bme it on ‘financial stress.’ Then, you’ll endorse the 6 Commandments as the Coalition’s path to purity."

  Sophia (ughing):

  "And I’ll be your hip deputy. Cool mom, cooler doctrine."

  [Miriam’s fists clench, but the deal is clear: compliance means her daughter’s safety—and her own redemption.

  [24 hours ter, a press conference erupts across screens nationwide:

  Elder Miriam (tearful, humbled):

  "I failed you. But through the 6 Commandments, I’ve found true repentance."

  [Sophia stands beside her, cd in a tasteful bzer (over a 5,000 blouse), nodding solemnly.

  Sophia (to the youth):

  "This isn’t your grandma’s religion. It’s biblical—and lit."

  [The remaining New Covenant pastors splinter:

  Pastor Elijah Grant (Seattle) calls it "heresy"—but his congregation waivers.

  Denver’s flock burns Miriam in effigy… but their livestream views triple with outrage clicks.

  Hezri (to Lena, watching the chaos):

  "Cut off Seattle’s supply lines."

  [Within hours:

  New Covenant Light’s catering contracts vanish.

  Denver’s livestream monetization is mysteriously suspended.

  [Alicia Voss delivers one st offer to Pastor Grant:

  "Retire quietly. Or your wife finds out about your ‘mission trips’ to Bangkok."

  [He signs by dawn.]

  Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Hezri’s hospital-turned-penthouse suite, illuminating the tangled limbs of Dr. Lakyus, Elena Torres, and Sophia Cole beneath silk sheets. Hezri, already awake, drapes the bnket over their sleeping forms with a smirk before turning his attention to Elise Carter, who perches at the foot of the bed with a tablet in hand.

  Elise (voice low, strategic):

  "The st thorn in our side—Family First. No churches, just 4,000 hardcore members in the city. They’ve been organizing protests, boycotts… and they hate the 6 Commandments."

  Hezri scrolls through the dossier:

  Leader: Pastor Gideon Vale – 45, former Marine, clean record.

  Tactics: Street preaching, viral hashtag campaigns (#NotMyMorals).

  Weakness: No financial leverage. Their funding comes from small-dolr donations.

  Elise: "Pastor Vale’s second-in-command—Sister Ruth—has a secret. She’s in love with him. And he’s rejected her. Twice."

  [Hezri’s eyes gleam. Emotional leverage.]

  Sophia (stirring awake, stretching zily):

  "Ooooh, let me handle this. I’ll livestream a ‘Family First Makeover’—turn their protests into a fashion roast."

  [Elena (eyes still closed, murmurs): "…That might actually work."

  Hezri’s fingers trace the dossier photo of Sister Ruth—28, stern-faced, her devout intensity palpable even in pixels. He lingers on her profile, a predator circling prey.

  Hezri (to Elise, eyes dark with intent):

  "Sister Ruth… devout, disciplined, repressed. I want her broken—not destroyed. There’s a difference."

  [Elise’s lips curl. She understands. Breaking means control. Destruction is wasteful.

  SOPHIA’S ‘FAMILY FIRST MAKEOVER’

  [Sophia Cole, draped in a designer bathrobe, cps her hands in delight as stylists prep a mock protest stage in Vault & Veil’s private studio.

  Sophia (grinning at Lydia Shaw):

  *"Okay, dark and broody, here’s the pitch—we ‘rebrand’ their sad little rallies as a trend. Picture it: ‘Holy Couture: Sackcloth to Saint Laurent.’"

  Lydia (deadpan, adjusting a hidden mic):

  "You’re turning a religious movement into a fashion circus."

  Sophia (twirling a crucifix neckce from Chanel’s test collection):

  "Babe, everything’s a circus. Might as well be the ringleader."

  [The livestream goes viral within minutes. Hashtag #HolyMakeover trends as Sophia ‘interviews’ protestors, offering them luxury swaps for their ‘frumpy’ signs.

  Protestor (outraged): “This is sacrilege!”

  Sophia (ughing, dangling a Prada bag): *“No, this is sacrilege. Your outfit? Just tragic.”

  ***

  Lydia Shaw, undercover as a ‘disillusioned journalist,’ attends a Family First prayer vigil. Her target? Sister Ruth—rigid-backed, her knuckles white around her Bible.

  Lydia (approaching, voice soft):

  "I admire your conviction. But don’t you ever… tire of being ignored?"

  [Ruth’s gaze flicks to Pastor Vale, who’s preaching—always preaching—never seeing her.

  Lydia (leaning in):

  "What if I told you there’s a way to make him look at you? Really look."

  [Ruth’s breath hitches. The hook is set.]