Part I: Chapter 1

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In the year 2300
No 1: At Church

Location: Mildred

It rained heavily as Trinidad left the bus station. His physical features can be summarised thus: a receding hairline with patches of black hair and tinys of white here and there; small eyes such that when he took off his rectangular spectacles he looked like he was squinting; he possessed an upturned nose like the kind you only see on Disney princesses; he had thin lips such that one could argue he had none at all; when he smiled which he seldom did you could spot a dimple on his left cheek; a slender neck carried his big head; one could not describe him as possessing broad shoulders; he had scrawny arms and thin legs; his stomach gave false testimonies of beer even though Trinidad practised sobriety; his skin had started to wrinkle slightly and he looked as though he were in his mid 50's although he was only forty-two. He was an awkward-looking small man but a man who walked with a purpose and paid no mind to anything on his path.

Once, the streets of Mildred after a porous rain had an infestation of locusts. They were everywhere and covered everything. They were so much they blocked the view of the sun and cast a gloomy mood on the town for days. The streets were deserted, businesses shut down and nobody dared venture outside but not Trinidad. His slogan was Let only death handicap me. He was a principled man, never one to arrive late anywhere, you could often hear him say, I'll be late when death comes. That was the man named Trinidad. And on this gloomy evening with the sky overcast with blackness and a heavy wind threatening a hellish rain Trinidad trudged on as if it were the finest of days not even bothering to shield his body from the biting cold wind.

He arrived at his destination: a church. The church, a large edifice with gothic architecture seemed to span a full plot and towered several miles high. It had stone walls; was painted a metallic grey; consisted of small windows as if on purpose to block the light of the sun; its immediate environs consisted of tall trees as if to mask the church from sight; the church resembled a fortress from medieval times and overall had a melancholic disposition. The place looked more like a place of worship of some salvage god and did not suit a place where the Christian God should be worshipped. He gave three short knocks and only had to wait three minutes before the massive steel door swung open.

"Trinidad, it is good to see you here on this fine day," Trinidad observed the demon before him; slim and tall with a long face; he had red pupils and where there should be white in his eyes there was green; he had a forked tongue and a crooked nose and he smelt like rotten eggs. Three hundred years ago, this demon would have been called an alien but things have progressed and the humans in today's world attributed his grotesque features to plastic surgery and called it his authentic self. So here was a demon who called himself Caesar perfectly disguised as a bishop. Gone were the days when the likes of Caesar feared the church, now they were welcome to make such sacred habitations into their playhouse.

"A virgin, not more than sixteen, not less than thirteen, blonde hair, blue eyes..."

"Impossible." The demon whispered.

"This is a church, surely there are virgins." Trinidad maintained his ever-solemn disposition.

"You're making very specific demands."

"My client wants it so."

"I cannot provide..."

"A million durias," the demon smiled at this.

"Make it two,"

"One point five."

"Deal. You'll have it delivered on the Sabbath, same time."

"I want no delays," Trinidad said with a face that made the demon shudder a little.

"It won't be like the last time," the bishop replied.

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