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The Pharisees make their deal with the Devil.... 8/26/2008 2:45:32 PM
Silent, the stalking butler led the pair of male crones down the long passageway. It was tubular. It throbbed and contracted. The smell, menace and fear. It was pink and gray, aligned with throbbing veins, giant nerve endings. It was a living thing and it both hated and loved them. The fear of the Pharisees was a melon. They bit into it whole and unyielding. They were quite the thrilled little queers.
The Diabolous drew them into his chamber and unto his mighty presence. Blue cold surrounded their god. Blue, painful, raw and cold and they felt power in abundance. It was a silo filled and alive. It was pain, pleasure and power in abundance. It surged forth, this power and bathed them in it. It snaked in through the pores of their skin. It radiated in and around their hearts, lungs, all of the vital organs. The power surfed through blood vessels, into the heart. Then it extended itself outward until every single solitary red blood cell knew this power existed, dominated. They felt terror and triumph.
They fell to their knees, so delicious. It was the raw edge of a blissful sore, tickled and teased. It felt like the bull of a cock being hammered into the base of their skulls. They wept, these men of power. All their money, drugs and petty ambitions mattered not to the Mighty One.
As the two drew nigh, the Diabolous considered them. He fed off their fear, but doubled dark joy back unto them. It was an enabling symbiosis, webs of pretty deceit, desire and delightful dependence.
They shall be both slave of the evil they were embracing and master. Truncheon gifted to them for dominion over the lesser creatures; humans included. And bells for their servitude to the malevolent spirit they now owed their eternal essence to. Bells fettered to them so they can, for all time, be found. So the Angel of Iniquity can summon them, know what evil deeds they be stirring.
Annas and Caiaphas would have surrendered their very lives to the Diabolous, had he hinted so.
He had the two old men look upon him. They saw the human male the devil portrayed. The god bent to them, euphoria enveloping them. His lustrous blonde hair waved around him like a malignant halo. His dark as secrets eyes fixed on them. He went to one knee, weight cracking the floor. He beheld them and they then knew, as if it was always there, around the corners of their minds. They saw his designs, what he meant to do, what they must do to serve him.
They begged to do his bidding. They implored like greedy children to give unto them the reward they desire. The merest taste of his awesome power they pleaded for themselves. To seize a drop of the Mighty One’s influence, so they would never be without him. Then they would be whole.
The Diabolous bestowed upon them a smile. He agreed with their barter and sealed their deal with a kiss. They will find this Judas and have him bring that little Christ to task.
They squealed with delight like naughty, naughty schoolgirls.
