Satan glowered at the offending hide as his throat rumbled. Idiots. Dolts. So predictable. He snatched a nearby rotting thigh bone and plunged it deep into the cauldron of blood simmering on his desk. His deeply pitted appendage rippling, he swiped the bone over the document placed before him.
“Ineffective, too obvious. The notes he made in red multipled swiftly. “Mere copy of the last. Droll.” No wonder the victories were paltry. How hard was it to devise demise? Just take God’s story and insert the elements! Well, he did only have at his disposal ignorants easily swayed by deceit. Satan chortled aloud at the angels who followed him blindly into treachery. Mummies.
Nevermind. The work still had to get done, and he could not be in every place at any time. There were endless plots and schemes to hatch, disaster and destruction to plan. Changes to make on God’s story for the life of these Men and Women of God. And don’t forget, possible future MOGS and WOGS. Heaving with satisfaction, he consoled himself that many of the human dolts were quite adept at moving the Satanic plot along. Sometimes all his soldiers needed to do was observe and report. Superb.
The hide fully mottled in red, he sloughed it toward the growing stack in a corner of the cavern. “Effective” was good, but he desired more a creative twist now and again. Predictability could garner attention and trigger defense.
Spotting the mark on the next submission, Satan’s two massive tentacles perked forward. Ah, “Debauchery. Throne 7. Sector 2,” he read, emitting an appreciative growl. Debauchery was a prince of high decoration. At least he was always good for an innovative plot. So much for GOD’s plans for ‘good and not for evil’, he chuckled.
Satan smiled while scanning the proposal. Not the now too typical ‘pastor caught in adultery’ scenario like Jezebel submitted ad-nauseus. Yes, this was much more like it. Here a pastor’s wife and church accountant. What the MOGS and WOGS called a ‘megachurch.’ The two steal hundreds of thousands from a ministry in the church and disappear together. A recipe for untold dashed hopes and dreams! Satan practically salivated. And on television, too. Theft. Adultery. Treachery. Divorce. All the premier critical elements and shock as well.
Ingenious! It was barely surprising anymore, for the pastor to fall! But his wife! Now there’s a twist. And, this particular MOG was especially irritating. Snagging hundreds and thousands week after week from the clutches of hell. And that was to count nothing from the numbers of those he instructs! Debauchery had once again risen to the task – dutiful Prince of Sabotage that he was. Satan could be assured of the demise of one more MOG and ministry. A much more effective scenario than mere physical annihilation, which THE CREATOR would probably not allow, anyway.
There would be those shocked at God’s seeming callous indifference of his MOG. Then too, there would be those eager to cast stones, Satan knew. Accusations and speculations against the MOG would be hurled at the already despairing victim. “Perhaps", Satan noted in the margin, “add false accusation – the idea that MOG knew of the theft all along and was himself was tricked at the very last.”
Ahh, Debauchery has done his research well, the devil noted, continuing to scan. Several human members of the Dark Kingdom attended this church. They could be easily plied into casting dispersion far and wide. Those the loudest would surely be heard over those who had actually helped build the thriving ministry. Spendid!
Response was made in the form of a large and quivering splinter-like being which materialized at the devil’s feet.
“Yes, your perfection?”
“Communicate to Debauchery of Throne 7. Congratulate him on his acceptable plot of destruction. Tell him to get started at once. Have Powers of the Air dispatch the needed workers of wickedness. Inform Accountables to survey the plot and project specific casualties. I want expectations of damage to this generation and next.
“Yes, Your wisdomness.”
If only, if only - all had the drive and gifts of destruction as did Debauchery. The carnage would be unstoppable, the Gates of Hades would prevail. And all much before GREAT BOOK’s last story, Satan mused, his glower dimming. Never mind. He snagged another jagged hide and began to read.
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