I see her as she sits normally in the fourth row,
dressed in her ‘Sunday Best’ with only a little bit of make-up on, her hair
pulled off her face and her shoes polished.
The typical American Beauty to a lot of
people – but I know her better – yes I do.
I’ve seen her out on the street selling herself, despite her next to
godliness act she puts on here.
Being a person who works in this industry,
you have to be careful what you say to whom around the place in case you’re
accused of being a pervert; or something else.
However, I’m a very active person of the community and I try to keep the
young kids off the streets by bringing them to the community centre down the
road for something to eat and a place to sleep, so they don’t have to walk the
streets or sell themselves.
But sometimes one or two of them go missing –
only sometimes. Never enough to make the
papers or cause problems around the place… and when you think about it – who’s
really going to miss some cracked-up dopehead?
Nobody.
So, when I have been told they’ve stopped
showing up, I put up the notices and figure they might have found a place to
live or gone home. But you soon forget
their face, and … well… yeah.
Other times, I’ve had the opportunity to
make them go missing on purpose.
However, who is going to know, except you and me the lightpost,
right? After all, they make a great
sacrifice to the Dark Lord in August, or on All Hallow’s Eve, or better still,
around the May Day Celebrations… yes! I
love the animal sacrifices as much as the human ones.
Most times these blood spells call for virgins,
but do you have any idea how hard it is to find one of those in this day and
age? Yeah, it’s difficult to find one
who isn’t under sixteen, and is female… after all most of them are all sluts
once they get a boyfriend! Yes, they act
like whores, dressing as though they’re going to please their man – when really
they’re all just children.
Children… wonderful children all walking
through the door of the place I work as a volunteer at to pick off one by one
each year. Most of them are never found
because I get to use every part of their precious temples – from the heart, liver,
kidneys and the brain right through to all of their blood… and whatever’s left
over? Well, I feed through a grinder and
make into slop for my pigs on the farm. Yes,
nothing goes to waste.
I have found possessing a human difficult
though… especially seeing I’ve taken over the body of such a pillar of the
community. I don’t think he even knows I’m
making him do everything he’s doing. I
know that sounds bad from my position.
What’s my Demon name? Malinda… such a sweet, charming and lovely
name, hey? Yeah. It is.
But going to Hell will turn any human into
what I am.
And I bet you’re wondering who I’ve taken
over… sure you are.
Well, do you remember that sweet little
thing I told you about in the beginning?
You know the one who was dressed in her Sunday Best, but I knew what she
got up to when she wasn’t confessing her sins in church and asking the good
Lord above for forgiveness for walking the streets and selling herself? Yeah her… well, she’s my next sacrifice.
Well, I should say, his next sacrifice.
This time, I’m going to let him get caught
red-handed.
Right in the middle of the ceremony, I’ll
leave his body and watch from a distance of his reaction – it’ll be damned well
priceless!
His name?
Oh, I didn’t tell you did I?
Reverend Morgan.
