It was a lovely fall day on campus. The midday sun cast a warm glow on the faces of smiling students wearing jeans and T-shirts, and there was a buzz of lively conversation as they greeted one another and made new friends. Two pretty girls, friends from high school, walked arm in arm, giggling over something they heard in class. Then, wrapped in serious conversation, they stopped beneath a cherry tree with overhanging branches and occupied a bench.
They heard a faint rustling in the branches overhead as something stirred from its midday nap. Curious, they glanced up but saw nothing and resumed their talk
Simon blinked as the blazing sun hit his eyes, then shielded them with a grimace. He preferred to work in the dark, especially late at night when minds were tired and open to suggestion. But he was bored with his present assignment. The boy was already a convert. -- he’d never attended church or stuck his nose in a Bible. The kid sought out wild parties at night, drinking himself senseless. And his mind was already filled with tricks and blasphemies. What more could be done?
“This assignment has no kick to it,” he complained to his partner, a burly chap named Ammon. “The boy does all the right things. We don’t have to program his mind; that job was done by his parents long ago.”
“I know,” yawned Ammon. “Let’s find someone we can really pervert.” Grinning broadly, he winked at Simon and jabbed him in the ribs.
“I’m with you,” said Simon. “How about those two little cuties below.”
Simon was a handsome devil, with slicked-back hair, black as coal, and teeth that dazzled so bad when he smiled that Ammon often admonished him “close your yammer so someone don’t spot us in the dark.”
Now Ammon himself was so butt-ugly it’s a wonder the two were paired. His yellowed teeth were missing in places from fights with other demons, and there was an ugly gash across his forehead from a tangle with Satan himself. Ammon loved fighting of any kind. From war zones in the middle east to bull fights in Spain to fist fights on streets here in America -- he’d seen them all. He was a demon to be reckoned with in a brawl of any kind. Even Satan acknowledged it.
Ammon drooled now as he looked the co-eds over. “I like the way the fat one’s built, lots of curves and hollows.” His frog-like eyes bugged out as he examined her, laughing with anticipation at what might follow.
“Yeah,” said Simon, laughing with him. “But the thin one has boobs to spare as well. And get a load of her legs. Whoo hoo!”
They wasted no time slithering down the trunk of the tree, then surrounding the girls. beguiling them with suggestions of lewd behavior.
“Where did that come from?” said the extra-curvy one, “I just had a wicked thought. About those guys over there -- the ones who tried to hit on me.”
“Let’s pray about it,” said the other, bowing her head and grasping the hand of her friend in one of her own.
“Rotten Luck!” Simon declared with emphasis. “We found ourselves a couple of Christians. But we’ll work on them until they’re putty in our hands. We’ll soon have them wallowing in beer and sexual orgies. How cool is that?”
“Yeah,” said Ammon, fingering his straggly locks with a claw-like hand and ogling the girls once more. His loathsome eyes bore into them. “Count me in.”
Two weeks later they were still trying to make an impression on the girls. Every time they accosted one of them, she would either start praying or recite a scripture passage that sent the two devils scurrying for their lives. They were making plans for a new line of attack when Simon received a message from Lucifer himself. “You fools!” he thundered into his cell phone. “While you were lollygagging after those two co-eds, your man on campus was slipping away. He no longer goes to wild parties and he’s started reading the Bible with his Christian roommate. Just what do you think you’re doing? Get back there right away and tend to the business you were called to.”
Simon was shaking like an aspen in a snowstorm when he relayed the message to his coworker. “Seems like we messed up, pal. Too bad! I sure looked forward to seducing those girls.”
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