I was standing in a room along with about a dozen other people, none of which I recognized. Nearby, a small semi-circle of mismatched but comfortable looking chairs and couches sat until a circle of lights above them. One chair sat on a raised platform above the rest. The remained of the room was dark. Hearing our voices resonate within the space told me its size must be that of a gymnasium; however, the darkness prevented visual confirmation. I felt as if I was in a television studio but did not see any cameras or recording equipment, but did feel as if I was been watched by more than the people around me. The din of light conversation quickly faded, but no one offered any direction to those of us visible near the ring of chairs. As the others each found a seat, I simply found a seat of my own. The room grew silent. With no announcement, a creature stepped into the light. Dressed in an expensive, tailored suit; a presumably male creature with mottled dark green mottled skin with shades of black and grey appeared. The bald head, hands, and feet of this creature were the only parts not covered with clothing and the light reflected off the shiny surface of his damp skin. Nothing was said but I had a strong feeling that this was Satan.
Hanging in the air was only the general sense of anticipation, if only to find out more about this mysterious being was going to say. Those of us in the chairs had the (honored?) task of asking questions for the benefit of those watching this ceremony. I didn’t get the sense that any of us were in mortal danger. We appeared to be filling a regular public service of some strange, supernatural sort. Suddenly, I felt completely unprepared for participating in this interview, realizing the importance of such an event. If only I had a few minutes, along with some index cards and pencils. As my mind raced to think of what I might ask, the green-skinned demon spoke.
“I am here today to answer any and all questions you may have of me. I hope I am able to answer anything you have to the desired level you wish. There is no limit to what you ask, but please keep in mind that you are asking questions of ‘The Father Of Lies. You may begin when ready.”
So it was confirmed. My mind took an extra minute to confirm that I was going to be interrogating a fallen angel, Lucifer to some, Baal to others. This was the same Dark Lord that kept the last chapter of the Bible busy, and has Armageddon on his resume. This soft-spoken, well-groomed biped lacking wings, horns, and tail was conferring with mortals. I didn’t possibly know where to begin.
I wasn’t sure if I should be serious or flippant. I didn’t have an idea of what would happen if I didn’t treat this as a solemn affair. Would my humor void any spiritual or physical protection in place? There was so much I wanted to mention. What is Your role with credit cards? Is I.R.S. Tax Code one of Your finest achievements? What about soft money? How about Enron? Do you delegate things like indigestion and long lines at the bank when someone is in a hurry? What kind of car do you drive? Do you worry about ruining Your environment? Is Pat Robertson on your speed dial? Are you involved with people having more of an interest in Paris Hilton’s barhopping than how we should handle the war in Iraq? What about info-mercials? Do you employ anyone at the Hotel California?
I just hope He doesn’t call on me first.
EEEK! Creepy, but good creepy! Thanks for sharing.