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Within the next six years, the couple had married and had the second, and youngest, of their two children: Etienne Saint Pierre. At the church, however, a different storm was brewing: their Church was becoming more of a cult of personality, devoted to the delusions of another married couple at the helm, the Johnsons. Belief in immortality scortched everything, islamophobia was raging, the church had established their own music label that was altering the course of Christian music entirely. Glory clouds were appearing. People's teeth were allegedly turning to gold mid-sermon. Etienne's dad was looking for an exit. He found it through chemicals—street drugs—which are also rampant in Redding.
Etienne, nicknamed firmly as Bunny, turned eight-years-old to the tune of divorce and a new stepfather in the form of one of the higher ups at the Church, soon to be a head administrator of the School. This instilled several core tenets in his mind. Primarily, he would not die if he pleased God enough, being basically a mini-god on earth, with the power to regenerate limbs, cure cancer, all mental health conditions, and reverse death. It was hard for him to not believe these things because he had no evidence to the contrary. People adored him, he was popular, and was often told he, himself, had the power to inspire God to return to Earth. His life was beyond comfortable and happy. It felt effortless for Etienne to embody God, the entity who had no reason to worry, felt despair, regret, or guilt. In the pit of his soul, though, he felt the chill of his father's absence, and new the love of his step-father's influence and affluence was no true rival. It was obvious that God preferred his new father, so he had to agree.

His mind was filled with Bethel, Bethel, Bethel. Fire tunnels, drunk on spirit, worship and praise, grave soaking, mission trips. If it weren't that, it was soccer. It was being worshipped. By fans, by talent scouts, by girls. Charisma completely dominated his life, even as the dents of his ideology emerged. First dent was the incident where the church spent two weeks fruitlessly and openly trying to revive a toddler who had succumbed to death; the second was three years later when the Pastor's wife died from cancer. This occurred about two weeks before Bunny was set to go Evangelize UCLA, which left him in an ideological tailspin during his entire freshman year. So, God won't make his most devout believers immortal... now what?

The following two years have been a ravenous crawl, hungrily devouring all that Greek life allows, combining his nascent talents of charm, delusion, and seduction with his new culture of partying and sex to combustive results. Until he began to feel the finger of God gently point him in the direction with a whisper of the goal of a new treasure hunt: honey brown eyes. He found the eyes at the Grove and they belonged to a man who would become his mentor and best friend: Vulkan Minogue. The first openly bisexual and proud person who had crossed Bunny's path and embraced him in; the entire weekend they spent together was done talking endlessly, enlightening him on the reality of being queer. That it was about more than sex. It was about soul freedom. He came out as bisexual at the end of his sophomore year and is currently pursuing sports medicine in his junior year at UCLA. Until recently, he had mostly avoided online society and culture, joining social media in an attempt to familiarize himself more with queer and liberal spaces, and to keep in contact with the secular friends he has made on his journey out of his cult. He also blogs his spiritual journey on tumblr.