Teatime With The Devil
“Can I offer you a cup of tea?” inquired a full-bodied oozing daemon.
“Uhm. No. No. Thank you.” responded God with a puzzled look.(1)
His Almighty couldn’t believe that he sank so low. Literally, sank into Hell to have a meeting with The Devil. These sorts of things were always done on Earth. It was a cozy enough meeting room although far too much loud red and orange for God’s taste.
“Harrumph.” God thought, “Lucifer wants to put me off my game. Ha. I won’t let it happen.”
Larry, the oozing Daemon who had been standing by giving His Almighty the hairy eyeball, stepped over to the door and opened it. The Devil, feeling his oats and dapper in a Billy Porter(2) red carpet inspired ensemble walked in like he was on a fashion runway, stopping to pose and preen while making his way around the table. God rolled his All-Mighty eyes and lowered his bushy eyebrows to his nose. Larry, a huge fan of the Devil’s fashion sense couldn’t help but clap and swoon a bit.
“Thank you, Larry, for taking care of our guest.” said the Devil. “You can run along now.”
Larry ran. God gave him a case of the weebie-jeebies.
“Was that necessary?” God asked.
“Of course. I like to keep MY creations entertained. Give them a show.” replied the Devil. “You don’t see them questioning if I’m real or what my intentions are. That’s where you went wrong with all that free will with stipulations nonsense. Really. What were you thinking?”
His Almighty replied, “We aren’t here to discuss how I run things. Who is this human you yammered on about? I couldn’t find him in the Big Book of Righteous & Good Humans”
“Oh, you wouldn’t find him there.” said the Devil with a smirk. “He’s been conscripted by the Forces of Hell.”(3)
The devil pressed a button on top of the table.
“You can send in Captain Dampnut now.”
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