In the unseen realm, King Rophe gave audience to his arch nemesis SOD. Occasionally the King would put up with this diabolical devil in order to preserve freewill. True love isn't real unless it coexists with freewill. In front of the magnificent King, SOD's shape shifting abilities were greatly diminished. The King only permitted SOD to exercise a small fraction of his powers—SOD being a supernatural show off! With permission, SOD took on the form of a lowly shadow in presence of the stately King. .
SOD's dark spidery shadows swirled around the King's brilliant prismatic light. "They're only following you because of the food you know. Even dogs follow fools with meat. It's so convenient the way you lure them in with your treats. Back off the food and see if they're loyal then. Or are you afraid they'll give up on you and your words altogether? I could provide goodies too you know."
King Rophe spoke with reproach, "You provide nothing good . What you offer are weak substitutions," the Shadow of Deception crumbled into pieces.
SOD pieced himself together only managing to look like a flat black and white photonegative. "Still you must admit my substitutions can be quite delicious to many sad and lonely people."
The King tired of these meetings. He knew every argument and every objection by heart. But for the sake of those he loved he listened to the liar of liars. "What you offer, SOD, is temporary and counterfeit. Your bait is spoiled and everyone discovers it sooner or later."
The 2D pixelated creature teetered near the perfect radiant light. "True but most discover its rottenness only after it's too late."
The King never argued with SOD, instead flatly stated, "I turn no one away."
SOD disintegrated into a pile of smoldering ash. Disgusted and embarrassed he pieced himself together speck by speck. He spat, "Sure, sure... but by the time I get through chewing them up they always despise themselves so utterly... so completely... " SOD began chewing, loudly, obnoxiously... Crunch, crunch, crunch... He smacked his puffy lips and crunched some more. It sounded as if he were chewing on actual human flesh and bones. Then he hacked and gagged, gargled and choked. Finally and much too dramatically he spit up shiny black slug. It lingered in space then fell at SOD's feet and slithered, morphing into SOD's form. "Oh by the time I'm through with them they'd never dream of coming to you for help. I ruin them!"
Tiring of his putrid mealy mouthed presence the King asked, "You think you've got it all figured out SOD?"
Lying SOD replied, "Pretty much. There are a few kinks I gotta iron out and a few loose ends which need tying up..."
"I'm the one who will tie up your loose ends when I bind you with your slimy slugs and cast you into the sea of fire."
"Blah, blah, blah... Fire smire! You get rid of me you get rid of them. Your insipid humans are just like me. Why don't you just wipe the slate clean and start fresh?" SOD licked his slippery red lips.
"You cannot tempt me SOD. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
SOD evaporated into sulfur. How fitting that he should smell like rotten eggs?
-End of Chapter 29-
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