What’s Under the Rock?

You are.

Let’s talk about you. Again. For a Change. If you’re a proper disciple, this will be your favourite part.

Who are you loyal peon? Denizen of the dark? Woodland or manmade? Stars or screens? How do you feel about light? How do you feel when it’s focused on you? Shrink or bloom? I’m smiling.

There are a thousand adjectives to pin you into something. Will you struggle against it, what I make you into? Let’s find out.

All I have of you is that you read my words. That you come back for more. I stand you in the light of my fire and look at you, firelight is always becoming, so you’re rendered beautiful by it. Why should I have to picture anything unpleasant? God forbid.

I won’t have to look hard for shadows.

I will be looking in your eyes, you won’t like it, not many can take it. I will see that you are hiding as much as you can, which tells me there is much to hide. Naturally I hope for something delightfully evil, unjustified hatreds, uncontrollable rage, abuse of innocents, anything along those lines always pleases me, as you can imagine.

In the vast, writhing muck of small people doing small, unspeakable evil, in small ways that are hard to measure, you will find few that read…

Even fewer who can understand me, or survive a Pandoric sentence, though I have no evidence that you have, really. Easy to click and read, not so easy to bring forth words, cutting and witty, which is the least I would expect of you.

Among other assumptions I am free to make about you, I will find you very sensitive, knowing or otherwise, unflinchingly intelligent, educated, the devil loves some good brainwashing. Be sure to embrace mine. I will find you tortured, I can guess the reasons, there are half a hundred that would work for you. As the devil it’s my duty to add to them, I will spend some time pondering your weaknesses.

You are definitely not the kind to get sucked into cults. (Though it comes close occasionally.) A grave mistake on your part I assure you, since with a little work you could take over the cult of your choice.

Not mine, of course. We will discuss my cult further, when it pleases me.

You can spend some time picturing it, imagine you might be admitted, by some miracle. How good are you at praising and glorifying? Sucking up and grovelling? How well will your neck fit under my boot? Who will you hurt for me, and why? Like all cult leaders, I have a savage libido, nothing can satisfy it. (See how hard I try in my racy memoir, “A God in Chains”. Remember that will be just the parts I admit to.)

In addition to this I will need your soul, but you knew that. Let’s hope it’s as interesting as I deserve.

“A Dream of Earth”  by Khonsu   Enjoy this gift, loyal acolyte. Hope I don’t make you pay for it.