The Devil, Chapter Eleven

“The devil deals in dying/And he travels in a hearse
He’ll treat you like a dog now/He’d like to treat you worse…”

 

“I took your ma and pa. They presented a threat and I had to remove them.” The devil still held the guise of a minister, still trying to maintain the illusion of goodness. “I tried to take you two out by binding you in darkness. But I haven’t yet made the acquaintance of the rest of your companions, David.”

“Oh, you have,” David replied quietly, “You sent them all into exile. Or so you thought.”

The devil’s eyes went wide with shocked recognition. “No!”

Michael smiled. “Yes.”

Skinner stepped forward. “All ‘ceptin’ me and her…and the preacher.” He motioned to Patrick.

The devil glared at Patrick maliciously. “Why can’t you Irishmen ever stay out of the business of others?”

“She is my business, Old Goat.” Patrick pointed at Tori. “She is one of God’s children, not one of your souls.”

She is mine!”

“I think not, Lucifer.” Abaddon now took his stand. “You have no authority on this. She belongs to the Lord and you cannot reverse that, no matter how hard you try.”

“She is my sister and I will never let you have her while I live.” Thomas was now vehemently raising his objection. “You should have made sure we are all dead before you tried this.”

“That can be arranged, baby-killer.”

“I killed no children in my service to what I thought was my country and duty, Old Goat. You, on the other hand, have more innocent blood on your hands because of child sacrifice through the ages than any man, woman or government.”

Thomas’ words stung. It was evident to those in the room how the truth affected the devil. With each revelation, the devil seemed to grow weaker. But, in his arrogance, he turned to Michael.

“You. We have met before, haven’t we? You were the one who kept me from beguiling that young woman in town. Why? So you could do it yourself?”

“You would try anything to make yourself look innocent, wouldn’t you? Even trying to tarnish another’s image when you know nothing about them. Oh, Satan, how vain you are. Always trying to be the biggest and baddest of all.” Michael shook his head sadly.

“I had nothing carnal to do with the young lady you tried to entangle. I have never been led to do those things, but I do not expect the master of lies to know such things.”

The devil roared in anguished frustration. Never before had any known how to counter his every move. He was outnumbered. Out witted. But he still stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

*****

The voices of millions of people rang through every space in time. It seemed as if all throughout history was raising their voice, though that was not entirely accurate. A battle was being waged between the devout and the devil, and only one side could win. Heaven and hell were locked in a struggle for just one soul.

Outside the cabin, the storm lashed about and the wind roared in time with each of the devil’s attempts and failures. Each time he gathered his strength, the storm seemed to subside. But every time he was defeated, it would worsen–as if it was keeping time with his every tantrum.

But the storm wasn’t just centralized over the mountains and the town in the valley any more. It had begun to spread and threaten, first the nearby countryside, then, the rest of the world. Skies darkened. Lightings flashed. Thunders rolled. Rain began to pour.

A relentless, seemingly endless rain enveloped the world. Tornadoes. Cyclones. Hurricanes. Typhoons. strange, unnatural forms of every type of storm arose on land and sea–all to attempt an end to the ceaseless prayer of billions.

In California, the earth began to tremble and shake. Elsewhere, volcanoes erupted. Mudslides and flashfloods ravaged the landscape. And though people were dying, there was no end to the prayers rising to heaven, adding strength to those who now faced the devil.

But the storms and the death were all for show. Something to make the praying stop out of fear. Yet, it only served to intensify the praying. And to weaken the one who was controlling it.

***

Skinner stood toe-to-toe with the devil. “Get behind me, Satan! You Proud and boastful demon! Your pride will be your undoing!”

Such was the scream of rage that issued from the devil that the whole house shook. Yet, his tormentors remained unmoved. Never before had he seen so many people who knew what weakened him. He was at a loss as to what to do.

Harkiss stepped forward, smiling. “No matter what you try, Old Goat, we shall defeat you.”

“Will you please stop calling me that?” The devil was beginning to get riled by the derogatory term.

“Whatever, Old Dragon.” Even David couldn’t resist poking at the angered fallen angel. “Or would you prefer the name of Old Serpent?”

The devil glared hotly at David. “You vile little—”

“Now, Lucifer. Do not defame the pure or those who serve the Lord. It is unbecoming of even you.” Abaddon leveled his cold eyes at the devil.

“There will come a time, jailor.”

“Not likely, since I am commissioned with your confinement.”

The devil slammed his fist against the table. He was getting fed up with this whole thing. The time had come to make his move. But they stood in his way. His temper was beginning to grow hot. But, then again, he had never been very patient. He had always been temperamental and jealous. The conniving and the deception had come later, after the fall.

He still hadn’t forgiven Michael and the others for defeating his attempt to overthrow heaven. He still had not forgiven mankind for taking the place of the angels as God’s favorite creations. He still hadn’t forgiven God for throwing him out of heaven either. And it was all this that drove him to plot and scheme. It made him want to destroy all of heaven’s plans.

He frowned at Abaddon’s revelation. It only served to cause him even more discomfort as he lost more power. An as he lost power, the storm he had caused to consume the earth began to dissipate. Suddenly, it was even weakening just beyond the door as well.

“The devil deals in dying/And he travels in a hearse
He’ll treat you like a dog now/He’d like to treat you worse…”

 

“I took your ma and pa. They presented a threat and I had to remove them.” The devil still held the guise of a minister, still trying to maintain the illusion of goodness. “I tried to take you two out by binding you in darkness. But I haven’t yet made the acquaintance of the rest of your companions, David.”

“Oh, you have,” David replied quietly, “You sent them all into exile. Or so you thought.”

The devil’s eyes went wide with shocked recognition. “No!”

Michael smiled. “Yes.”

Skinner stepped forward. “All ‘ceptin’ me and her…and the preacher.” He motioned to Patrick.

The devil glared at Patrick maliciously. “Why can’t you Irishmen ever stay out of the business of others?”

“She is my business, Old Goat.” Patrick pointed at Tori. “She is one of God’s children, not one of your souls.”

She is mine!”

“I think not, Lucifer.” Abaddon now took his stand. “You have no authority on this. She belongs to the Lord and you cannot reverse that, no matter how hard you try.”

“She is my sister and I will never let you have her while I live.” Thomas was now vehemently raising his objection. “You should have made sure we are all dead before you tried this.”

“That can be arranged, baby-killer.”

“I killed no children in my service to what I thought was my country and duty, Old Goat. You, on the other hand, have more innocent blood on your hands because of child sacrifice through the ages than any man, woman or government.”

Thomas’ words stung. It was evident to those in the room how the truth affected the devil. With each revelation, the devil seemed to grow weaker. But, in his arrogance, he turned to Michael.

“You. We have met before, haven’t we? You were the one who kept me from beguiling that young woman in town. Why? So you could do it yourself?”

“You would try anything to make yourself look innocent, wouldn’t you? Even trying to tarnish another’s image when you know nothing about them. Oh, Satan, how vain you are. Always trying to be the biggest and baddest of all.” Michael shook his head sadly.

“I had nothing carnal to do with the young lady you tried to entangle. I have never been led to do those things, but I do not expect the master of lies to know such things.”

The devil roared in anguished frustration. Never before had any known how to counter his every move. He was outnumbered. Out witted. But he still stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

*****

The voices of millions of people rang through every space in time. It seemed as if all throughout history was raising their voice, though that was not entirely accurate. A battle was being waged between the devout and the devil, and only one side could win. Heaven and hell were locked in a struggle for just one soul.

Outside the cabin, the storm lashed about and the wind roared in time with each of the devil’s attempts and failures. Each time he gathered his strength, the storm seemed to subside. But every time he was defeated, it would worsen–as if it was keeping time with his every tantrum.

But the storm wasn’t just centralized over the mountains and the town in the valley any more. It had begun to spread and threaten, first the nearby countryside, then, the rest of the world. Skies darkened. Lightings flashed. Thunders rolled. Rain began to pour.

A relentless, seemingly endless rain enveloped the world. Tornadoes. Cyclones. Hurricanes. Typhoons. strange, unnatural forms of every type of storm arose on land and sea–all to attempt an end to the ceaseless prayer of billions.

In California, the earth began to tremble and shake. Elsewhere, volcanoes erupted. Mudslides and flashfloods ravaged the landscape. And though people were dying, there was no end to the prayers rising to heaven, adding strength to those who now faced the devil.

But the storms and the death were all for show. Something to make the praying stop out of fear. Yet, it only served to intensify the praying. And to weaken the one who was controlling it.

***

Skinner stood toe-to-toe with the devil. “Get behind me, Satan! You Proud and boastful demon! Your pride will be your undoing!”

Such was the scream of rage that issued from the devil that the whole house shook. Yet, his tormentors remained unmoved. Never before had he seen so many people who knew what weakened him. He was at a loss as to what to do.

Harkiss stepped forward, smiling. “No matter what you try, Old Goat, we shall defeat you.”

“Will you please stop calling me that?” The devil was beginning to get riled by the derogatory term.

“Whatever, Old Dragon.” Even David couldn’t resist poking at the angered fallen angel. “Or would you prefer the name of Old Serpent?”

The devil glared hotly at David. “You vile little—”

“Now, Lucifer. Do not defame the pure or those who serve the Lord. It is unbecoming of even you.” Abaddon leveled his cold eyes at the devil.

“There will come a time, jailor.”

“Not likely, since I am commissioned with your confinement.”

The devil slammed his fist against the table. He was getting fed up with this whole thing. The time had come to make his move. But they stood in his way. His temper was beginning to grow hot. But, then again, he had never been very patient. He had always been temperamental and jealous. The conniving and the deception had come later, after the fall.

He still hadn’t forgiven Michael and the others for defeating his attempt to overthrow heaven. He still had not forgiven mankind for taking the place of the angels as God’s favorite creations. He still hadn’t forgiven God for throwing him out of heaven either. And it was all this that drove him to plot and scheme. It made him want to destroy all of heaven’s plans.

He frowned at Abaddon’s revelation. It only served to cause him even more discomfort as he lost more power. An as he lost power, the storm he had caused to consume the earth began to dissipate. Suddenly, it was even weakening just beyond the door as well.

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5 thoughts on “The Devil, Chapter Eleven

      1. I found the flash drive, but also found that the story on it also stopped at 11. I believe that I had a handwritten manuscript with the original chapters, but didn’t want to take the time to find them…so I have created new. hope you enjoy.

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