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By Philippa Geaney
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He rolled his big head and tried to make sense of the raised voices coming from further down the darkened lane. Instead of reporting back to him of the success of the assignment, they'd stopped to argue. 'Disobedient lot,' he breathed.
It wasn't easy. Nothing had been easy since the failed rebellion; when he and one third of the heavenly hosts had been cast out of the Kingdom of Light. His milky eyes closed over slowly. Once he'd been sharp, intelligent, and able to process wondrous thoughts at the speed of light. But he'd sided with iniquity; lusting for the promised title of Lord Think, Principal of Thinking Beings.
And as a result Think – for few afforded him the respect of Lord Think - found himself cast down, reining over a few wickedly disobedient thousand.
Although still processing thought at light's speed he found he cringed from the very presence of Light.
His job now consisted of inflicting serious damage on the minds of those created in the image of the Most High. This caused Him sorrow and more importantly it mocked the Redemptive Plan. Ideal.
Think rolled his thoughts over the effectiveness of his favourite fiery dart. It consisted of those simple words first used by his master - 'did God really say…?'
After several direct hits into the vulnerable areas of a Christian's mind, Think sent in appropriate minions such as his Doubt, Fear, Greed or Lust.
Brilliant me, he smirked
I must hear what the infidels Fear and Doubt are saying. They are often the ruination, the weakness in my infallible plans.Think lied to himself.
'Ruination' he exclaimed out loud.
But Think knew eavesdropping on the two was futile. If he drew close enough to hear, the top of his massive head would be exposed for sure and 'the pea-brains' would clam up. Think did not regret his grotesquely proportioned head; beauty was in the eye of the beholder and Think beheld himself very well. Such a big head signified the highest degree of applied thought and if at times there was some disadvantage, he ignored it. Anyhow, he could with effort, appear as an angel of light, but it was rarely necessary as the sons of God mostly fell over their distorted thinking.
'Enough,' Think roared at the dissenting two as they finally drew closer. His curled lip exposed fetid teeth and he roared again, I am the force to be reckoned with.
Think always roared. He felt somehow it added weight to the name Think: which to his cognition was inadequate for such a lofty mind-binding power.
He drew up to his impressive height in front of the still quarrelling pair.
'Silence,' he sent out a force of such confusing thoughts that Fear curled into a ball, and cowered at Think's winged feet.
Think looked down; but his attention fell to gazing in admiration at his very own feet, and he considered them objectively. There was no doubt that his speed and agility was in no small measure due to them. He flapped a clawed bone and watched as the feathered talon rippled.
It humoured him to such an extent that he thought perhaps after all he might favour these obtuse demons by withholding his malice. He could always unleash such a hailstorm of confusion on them later they'd scream for mercy.
He let out a pleased howl and looked up.
Doubt was still standing. In truth Doubt was too used to vacillating in his thinking to know which way he should appease the angry power. Trepidation assailed him and he chose to do nothing. As it turns out that he should have hit the ashes.
Think instantly forgot his beautiful feet, and roared.
'What is going on?'
'Master,' Doubt spoke pitifully, 'some meathead must have asked our latest assignment the question, 'did God really say…? Or something like that, because she's now renewing her mind with Scriptures to find out what He really said. Truly Master,' Doubt whined.
Doubt's eyes were dilated in anticipated horror but Think was strangely quiet. He braved on. 'She's repelling every suggestion we make, using the Word. Today she's saying, "Yes, God really said I am the apple of his eye." '
The two demons expected painful raining blows but the Master simply turned away.
'Leave me. I must think,' he huffed.
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"In truth Doubt was too used to vacillating in his thinking to know which way he should appease the angry power."