Never do you see the figure prowling in the back of the audience for the rest of the solo tour through North Africa, and nor does Marvin. The paranoia dissipates, and you are soon back to your full fire-and-brimstone sermonizing self, calling out all the wretches, abominations, and whores to task for their endless flood of sin. The End Times are coming, and you are off to Jerusalem to, at last, preach from the top of the Wailing Wall.
You and Marvin meet up, on schedule, and fly out to the Holiest City in the World. Everything is prepared in advance, and, tomorrow afternoon, it'll have been 1290 days since you two were saved by God. You really want to make the event something to remember, so you both spend the night together, kicking ideas for the sermon back and forth. Everything will be perfect, you both decide, just as God has ordained.
The next morning, it begins, high atop the wall. The crowd is gathered below, having come from all corners of the city to hear you speak. Rumours have been going around that this will be the greatest show you've both ever put on.
"Brothers and sisters," Marvin opens, raising his hands up, "Have you not heard that He is coming?"
No one applauds, boos, or even makes a sound. In the sky above, clouds are gathering, dark, deep, blotting out the sun. Marvin looks at you, and you can only shrug, likewise uncertain of what this is all about. It isn't part of the act. What's going on?
"Had you not heard that I was coming?" a great, thundering voice calls from high above the wall, a voice that deadens the air itself. "Do you not recognise me?"
Marvin is the first to go, his guts torn out before he can even open his mouth to blow his flames. He looks down, pitifully, at his open, sucking belly, bits of himself spilling out, and falls over backward off the wall. There is a splattering, and his entrails cover the ground.
"Why do you look surprised?" the Beast of the Abyss asks, appearing genuinely perplexed, as he catches your hand before you can raise it to strike him down. At least you don't get your insides torn out: a quick stab through the heart, and you too are thrown from the wall.
As you fall, fall, fall, a fall that seems to happen in slow motion, the Beast calls out after: "Didn't you at least read the Book of Revelation before you started off on this journey?"
No, that's not the end...
Marvin and your bodies lie in the street of the great city, which spiritually is called Sodom and Egypt, where also our Lord was crucified. And they of the people and kindreds and tongues and nations see your dead bodies three days and an half, and do not suffer your dead bodies to be put in graves. And they that dwell upon the earth rejoice over your deaths, and make merry, and send gifts one to another; because you two prophets tormented them that dwelt on the earth are gone.
Alas for them, after three days and an half the Spirit of life from God enters into you and Marvin, and you both stand up on your feet; and great fear falls upon them that saw you two. Marvin takes a few minutes to fix his guts back into his belly, giggling about how messed up this must look.
And you now hear a great voice from heaven saying unto Marvin and yourself, "Come up hither." And you both ascend up to heaven in a cloud; and your enemies behold the ascension.
And in that same hour as your resurrection and ascension, there is a great earthquake, and the tenth part of the city falls, and in the earthquake are slain of men seven thousand: and the remnant are affrighted, and give glory to the God of heaven.
The second woe is past; and, behold, the third woe cometh quickly. But not for you, who lives on in happy forever, doing God's work.
The End (never comes, only eternal bliss).