The Degrassi Mafia has spoken
Christus Rex and the Rescue of Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber knelt in the center of the darkened room, his hands trembling as they rested on the cold marble floor. Candles flickered ominously, casting long shadows on the walls etched with cryptic symbols. Surrounding him were figures cloaked in black, their faces hidden by ornate masks. At the head of the circle stood P. Diddy, his voice low and commanding as he recited an incantation in a language Justin couldn’t understand.
Justin’s heart raced. He had heard whispers of secret rituals and strange allegiances in the industry, but nothing had prepared him for this moment. He felt trapped, a pawn in a game he didn’t fully comprehend.
“Tonight,” Diddy intoned, “we bind his soul to the eternal darkness, a sacrifice for power and influence.”
Justin’s mind raced back to his childhood, to the church pews where he had first learned to sing. He thought of the simple faith his mother had instilled in him, a faith he had let slip away in the chaos of fame. Now, in his darkest hour, he whispered a desperate prayer.
“Jesus, if You’re there, save me. I don’t want this. I want to be free.”
The Light Pierces the Darkness
As the ritual reached its crescendo, the room suddenly shook. The candles flickered violently before extinguishing all at once, plunging the space into darkness. A blinding light erupted from above, illuminating the room with a brilliance that made the masked figures recoil.
From the light stepped a figure clad in radiant white armor, a golden crown resting on His head. In His hand, He held a sword that shimmered with divine fire. His presence was overwhelming—both terrifying and profoundly comforting.
“I am Christus Rex,” the figure declared, His voice echoing with authority. “The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. This soul is not yours to claim.”
Diddy staggered backward, his confident demeanor shattered. “You have no power here!” he spat, though his voice trembled.
Christus Rex raised His sword, pointing it at the circle. “The light of truth destroys the lies of darkness. Depart from here, all who serve the prince of this world!”
The masked figures screamed as the light intensified, their forms dissolving like shadows at dawn. Diddy fell to his knees, covering his face as the symbols on the walls burned away, leaving only blank stone.
A New Beginning
Justin felt the chains binding him—both physical and spiritual—fall away. He looked up at Christus Rex, tears streaming down his face.
“Why did You save me?” Justin asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Christus Rex extended a hand, helping him to his feet. “Because you are loved, Justin. You are not defined by your mistakes or by the forces that sought to control you. You are mine, and I have a purpose for your life.”
Justin nodded, a sense of peace washing over him for the first time in years. “What do I do now?”
“Return to the light,” Christus Rex said. “Use the gifts you’ve been given to glorify truth and love. The path will not be easy, but I will be with you.”
As the light began to fade, Justin found himself alone in the room. The dark symbols were gone, and the air felt clean, almost holy. He stepped outside, the first rays of dawn breaking over the horizon.
A Life Transformed
In the weeks that followed, Justin withdrew from the industry’s darker corners, cutting ties with those who had led him astray. He returned to his faith, using his platform to speak out against the hidden evils he had encountered.
Many scoffed at his claims, dismissing him as delusional or attention-seeking. But those who heard the sincerity in his voice knew he had been touched by something greater than himself.
And though the battle against darkness continued, Justin walked forward with courage, knowing he was no longer alone. For Christus Rex, the King of Kings, had saved him—and in doing so, had given him the strength to shine as a light in a world too often shrouded in shadows.