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2017-08-24 15:44:17 UTC
The Death of Satan
‘You know, Satan. Can I call you that Satan?’ asked Daniel the Seraphim. ‘You know, Satan. We Seraphim of Eternity don’t really know if you have the best of reputations.’
‘What of it, kid?’ queried the old devil, not looking up from his card games.
‘We tend to judge after a while, Devil. And we are slightly offended these days at your attitude. It has developed into crude, harsh and quite consistently sick behaviour.’
‘What do you expect? I’m the lord of evil, right?’
‘We know,’ said Daniel the Seraphim. ‘And I was thinking it over and decided. Time for Satan to die eternally. You see this rifle. It has a bullet it. It’s a silver bullet. I bought it from Wolfgang the Theophany of God. If I shoot you with this silver bullet, you will descend to sheol, burn for a few days, and then the heat will destroy you how it becomes.’
‘Go ahead, punk. Make my day,’ replied Satan.
Daniel looked at the devil. ‘I pronounce you guilty. I am the judge of the Almighty God. Your time is over.’ He took the rifle, pointed it at Satan’s head, pulled the trigger, and Satan’s head was blown off practically, such being the power in the gun.
Daniel put down the rifle, nodded to the bartender, and left.
Satan’s body was thrown into the town square, were dogs bit into it, but left it to rot after a while. The blood stained the square, but they washed it away a few days later, and the bones were just tossed into the desert region and forgotten. Satan had burned to death in Sheol, his spirit and soul had expired, and evil, at last, was vanquished forever.
The End
The Life of Satan
Satan stood on the edge of the Abyss of Satanically Lost Souls. The ange Ramiel was standing next to him.
‘They are in deep darkness of hate and fear and a bit of pain,’ said Ramiel.
‘Right,’ said the humbled devil.
‘You are responsible for the shape they are in,’ said Ramiel.
‘Right,’ said the humbled devil.
‘The question is. What are you going to do about it?’ asked Ramiel.
‘What can I frikking do?’ asked Satan. Ramiel threw a copy of the JPS Tanakh 1985 hardback edition at Satan’s feet, and flew off, upwards, back to heaven. Satan looked at it. And he looked up towards the throne of God, so very, very high above him So very high. He sighed, admitted his responsibility, and picked up the bible. ‘Right, Jehovah. You win, you old God of salvation. You win.’
And the devil’s work of redemption began.
The End
‘You know, Satan. Can I call you that Satan?’ asked Daniel the Seraphim. ‘You know, Satan. We Seraphim of Eternity don’t really know if you have the best of reputations.’
‘What of it, kid?’ queried the old devil, not looking up from his card games.
‘We tend to judge after a while, Devil. And we are slightly offended these days at your attitude. It has developed into crude, harsh and quite consistently sick behaviour.’
‘What do you expect? I’m the lord of evil, right?’
‘We know,’ said Daniel the Seraphim. ‘And I was thinking it over and decided. Time for Satan to die eternally. You see this rifle. It has a bullet it. It’s a silver bullet. I bought it from Wolfgang the Theophany of God. If I shoot you with this silver bullet, you will descend to sheol, burn for a few days, and then the heat will destroy you how it becomes.’
‘Go ahead, punk. Make my day,’ replied Satan.
Daniel looked at the devil. ‘I pronounce you guilty. I am the judge of the Almighty God. Your time is over.’ He took the rifle, pointed it at Satan’s head, pulled the trigger, and Satan’s head was blown off practically, such being the power in the gun.
Daniel put down the rifle, nodded to the bartender, and left.
Satan’s body was thrown into the town square, were dogs bit into it, but left it to rot after a while. The blood stained the square, but they washed it away a few days later, and the bones were just tossed into the desert region and forgotten. Satan had burned to death in Sheol, his spirit and soul had expired, and evil, at last, was vanquished forever.
The End
The Life of Satan
Satan stood on the edge of the Abyss of Satanically Lost Souls. The ange Ramiel was standing next to him.
‘They are in deep darkness of hate and fear and a bit of pain,’ said Ramiel.
‘Right,’ said the humbled devil.
‘You are responsible for the shape they are in,’ said Ramiel.
‘Right,’ said the humbled devil.
‘The question is. What are you going to do about it?’ asked Ramiel.
‘What can I frikking do?’ asked Satan. Ramiel threw a copy of the JPS Tanakh 1985 hardback edition at Satan’s feet, and flew off, upwards, back to heaven. Satan looked at it. And he looked up towards the throne of God, so very, very high above him So very high. He sighed, admitted his responsibility, and picked up the bible. ‘Right, Jehovah. You win, you old God of salvation. You win.’
And the devil’s work of redemption began.
The End