“I have a competition in me. I want no-one else to succeed. I hate most people.”

Set against a landscape engulfed in the fires that forged the American dream, where the thirst for power runs deeper than oil, two men wrestle for ultimate supremacy over the lifeblood of society. Fueled by a toxic competition within, the two manifest their respective followings under false guises of physical and metaphysical salvation like the parasites that inhabit the oceans of oil swimming beneath the earth’s surface. Even though they operate under different pretenses, exposing the credulity of their flock through promises of redemption and commercial wealth, the two are one in the same. A double-headed coin of manipulative criminals: sinners in the sight of God. 

In a wasteland as unforgiving as this, there’s room for only one ruler. The title itself suggests such a conclusion. While the madness of the two primitive monsters is the guarantor of their worldly fortune, it’s also both the momentum shifter in the two’s tolerance for each other and their eventual downfall. The inevitability of lives revolving around the suffocation of the souls of their believers under pools of material success, shadowy ink, and crimson blood. 

“I’m finished.”