Short Stories

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And
the Lord
said to
Satan,
'From where
do you
come?'
[Job 1:7]
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(An Angel is standing
by the Entrance. His Wings
span the height of the
Door to the Throne Room.
His huge feet are bare.
The angel's level gaze
focuses on a trail
of cigarette smoke, that is
wafting in from the Main Hallway.)
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"PUT OUT THAT
CIGARETTE."

(Delighted curl of a
sensual smile.)
"What would I do,
WITHOUT you, MICHAEL?
Do YOU have any IDEA,
of the TITILATING
pleasure, I GET....
just from the lovely
SIGHT, OF YOU?"
(Delighted Chuckle!)

(Bare feet step forward,
just an inch.)
(Twenty-foot wings stiffen,
just barely an inch.)
"I said,
PUT IT OUT."

(Delighted smile!)
"Have I ever TOLD
YOU, MICHAEL....?
...Just how very
much...
you LIGHT UP,
my DAY?"
(Sensuous lips curl
in a laugh.)
"Though....no pun,
INTENDED!"
(Burst out laughing!)
(Satan's lips are magnificent;
fleshy-rose-colored, and beautiful.)

(The wings stiffen,
again, just
another hairbreadth.)
(Level gaze.)
(Large, bare hand
on Gleaming Sword.
The Sword's Edge
is moving with a
thin trail of Fire.)

(Satan nervously glances
away, just for a second.)
(A slight trickle of sweat,
from the base of Satan's
beautifully sculpted neck,
slowly makes a little thread
of warm droplets
down into the smooth,
beautifully polished skin
of Satan's bare back, beneath
his dark silk suit jacket,
and fitted silk shirt.)
(His beautifully sculpted lips
tighten, just for a moment.)
"Alright,
Alright.......
keep your PANTY WINGS
on, MICHAEL."
(Take one last puff,
of the long, dark cigarette.)
(Deliberately drop lighted
cigarette, by the left
Bare Foot, of the Tremendous Angel.)
(Flirtacious smile!)
(Stamp hard, with one
beautifully shod foot,
over the smoking shoot.)
"ARE YOU SATISFIED?"
(Senusous Laugh!)

(Angel stands, immobile,
as a long puff of heavily
scented smoke, is wafted
into his stoically exquisite face.)
(Without a word, Michael
steps aside, just 6 inches,
to let the new visitor, inside.)
(His level gaze follows the
visitor's every step.)

(Satan, as he passes through
the Entrance Door, hides
the slight shiver of cold, that
has met the trickle of now
tepid sweat, at the base of
his magnificently perfect,
and artfully made spine.)

(Polished shoes make a
significant sound on the
cool, marble Floor of the
Throne Room.)
(Satan clears his dry throat,
with an vain air,
of authority.)
"HEY, BOSS!"

[SILENCE.]

"You know...
that MICHAEL of Yours.....
becomes more OBNOXIOUSLY
INSIPID...
with each passing day!"
(Laugh!)
"Though....I must admit,
there's quite a tantilizing,
almost HANDSOME....
QUALITY about him...
don't you THINK?"
(Charming smile!)

[LONG PAUSE.]
[ONLY THE SOUND OF
SOFTLY RUSHING WATER
CAN BE HEARD,
IN THE ROOM.]
"Come in, Satan."

(Delighted smile!)
(The trickle of tepid sweat
has now cooled, and is settling
in a little pool, at the bottom
of Satan's beautifully
smooth spine.)
"I've been ANTICIPATING THIS,
all.....DAY, BOSS! You couldn't
IMAGINE....how much I look
FORWARD to these LOVELY..
AFTERNOONS, together!"

[CALM NOD.]
"I know,
My Satan."

(Satan rubs his two palms
together, in a dramatic
gesture of absolute pleasure!)
(Both palms have begun to
perspire, with that familiar
claminess, that causes Satan
to grind his beautifully sculpted,
perfectly white teeth.)

[GAZE.]

"Shall WE BEGIN?"

[PATIENT NOD.]
"Sit."

(Satan cocks his stunningly
comely head, and smiles,
appreciatively.)
"THANKS, BOSS!"
(The trickle of sweat begins
to slide down one side of
the left leg, of Satan's fitted,
silk slacks. He ignores it.)
"I've been THINKING about
my next MOVE......all MORNING!"
(Laugh!)

[QUIET VOICE.]
"I know you have,
Satan."
[WISE NOD.]
[POINT TO A MARBLE
TABLE, AT ONE END
OF THE THRONE ROOM.
ONE EACH SIDE OF THE
TABLE ARE TWO CHAIRS.]
"Sit."

"THANK YOU, BOSS!"
(Smile!)
(Satan's polished teeth
mirror the marble shine of
the table standing, nearby.)
(A slight taste of vomit
comes to the back of Satan's
throat. He ignores it,
and abuptly swallows. He longs for
a tall, cool glass of water,
but he knows he'll have to
wait, until he leaves the Throne
Room. The last time, many
centuries ago, he had asked
for a glass of water, in Here.....
and, the moment his lips had touched
the tip of the cool glass...
the ice cold, refreshing water, which
had come from the fresh spring,
flowing in front of the Throne,
had immediately turned to warm blood.
Satan could still recall the thin,
nauseating, metallic taste of it,
in his hot, dry mouth. At the
time, he had had to abruptly
turn and walk quite fast,
out into the Main Hallway,
where he had bent over
and vomited up the warm, dark
red liquid. Even now, the memory
of the warm, metallic smell
almost made him gag. He forced
himself to ignore it; better to
focus on the task, at hand.
Slight cough. Straighten
red silk tie.)
"So........?
Where WERE WE?"

(The Lord stands, from
the Throne.)
(The sound of many wings
can be heard, as His angels
move to bow, silently, to
their knees.)

(Satan frowns slightly,
and remains standing. He
shakes his beautiful head,
and stares at the kneeling
angels. He chuckles. The
thread of cold sweat has
continued to slide down
the one silky pants leg; it makes
its way behind the back of one
knee.)

"Shall WE,
BOSS?"
(Satan waves his long,
tapered hand with an air
of one who is hosting a dinner
party and is allowing his
favorite guest to be seated,
first.)

(The Lord sits down.)

"My pleasure, Boss!"
(Satan goes to his waiting
chair, and also takes a seat.)
(The beautiful marble table
is already set. The Chess
Board is also made of marble;
it's magnificent, ivory,
black and white pieces are already
on the board: strategically
placed just the week before,
and waiting to be touched,
as if it were still yesterday.)

"Let's PLAY, BOSS!"
(Laugh!)
(For a moment, Satan's
extremely dry mouth turns
to a black hole of total
parchness, and he is forced
to cough. With great pride,
he ignores it, and reaches
for his chess piece.)

[CALM GAZE.]
[LOOK DOWN, AT THE
CREATURE SITTING ON
THE SMALLER, LOWER
WOODEN CHAIR AT THE
OTHER SIDE OF THE TABLE.]
[PAUSE.]
"Wait,
My Satan."
[MOVES A HAND FROM
THE ARM OF THE WHITE
MARBLE THRONE CHAIR
BESIDE THE CHESS TABLE.]
[LONG PAUSE.]
"Me,
First."
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So
Satan
answered
the Lord
and said,
'From going to
and fro
on the earth,
and
from
walking back,
and forth
on it.'
[Job 1:7]

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