you know that you could've been up in
heaven with Jesus! God made you such a
beautiful and powerful angel and you are
such a fool!" Angered by my statement, a
sense of his imminent materialization was
forthcoming. "Oh, please don't do that!
You're so ugly and so gross! It's so sad what
you've become. Please don't ruin my day by
making me look upon your disgusting
countenance."
Energetic quiet overtook the room, as
it appeared that he might be embarrassed.
Surprising me, it probably shouldn't have,
because after all, Satan is the Lord of vanity
and all deadly sins. Within a moment, his
energy had completely dissipated. Calmly, I
went back to sleep.
Called into service, my soul entered
the sub-conscious dreaming of a rock
musician. Having no idea who he was, I was
immediately made aware that his music was
inspired by Satan and it carried a
mesmerizing quality which lured
unsuspecting crowds of people into his web.
Angered that I was being called in to
interfere with his loyal and devout ward,
Satan appeared to thwart my attempts at