Satanic Seduction

“Ok, who’s next?”

Lucifer shifted on his throne, shifting his long red tail to one side, and looked at the list of names on the fireproof piece of paper on the desk in front of him.

“Colin, your Satanic Majesty,” said Mephistopheles, handing Lucifer a slim file. “Fallen Angel, Second Class.”

“Ah, another one looking to earn his horns, it appears,” observed the Lord of Ultimate Evil, flicking through the papers. “Very good, show him in.”

The Offering

A gentle mist lay in the valley as the sun rose between the hills that looked down over the village. As it crept steadily higher on that September morning, its rays struck the Big Stone that stood upright at the woodland edge of the Top Field, making it seem to glow as it absorbed the new day’s light.

Down in the village, the same first light awakened Alice as she lay dreaming. Usually, she slept until the rays of the sun were high enough to strike the rough plasterwork of the wall opposite her bed, but she had slept fitfully that night, and now lay listening to the regular sound of her brother’s breathing, and the first twittering of the birds in the tree outside the window.

Broken Sonnets for a Departed Lover

 

Waking at three in the morning, my eyes

Damp for some reason, I lie silent in the dark

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

 

“It was such a lovely afternoon, Father, and the grass was so green, and we just took off all our clothes and…”

“You don’t need to say it, my child, I know what you did.”