“It’s not fair! We have our good points,” another of the group whines.
“Yes, but sacrificing virgins has not endeared us to Bible-bashers,” says a third.
“But, but, only some us of us do that and it’s not right that we all suffer,” one moderate, self-effacing Satanist is heard to say.
A bolder Satanist backs him up. “The problem is what’s in the Grand Grimoire. It plainly says that we have to cause mischief and do all manner of diabolically violent things to non-demonists. Some of us think that maybe the Grand Grimoire is out of date?”
Great consternation spreads throughout the gathering. There is much muttering and grinding of incisors.
“Stop!” The self-proclaimed leader of the group, a Satanist of reputation and learning, booms out his objection. “Lucifer’s very words! Old Nick’s very words; and ye doubt them? Ye think they’re time-bound, that the Prince of Darkness has gone out of date? Verily, I say to thee heretic and blasphemer, recant lest ye be denied many hymen-intact demonesses in Hades and suffer hot pokers thrust into bodily orifices.”
The accursed one collapses to the ground in fright and speaks no more aside from abjectly recanting. But another brave soul (if that’s the right description) puts his hand up for permission to speak. “We’ll hear you, brother,” the leader bellows, “but tread carefully lest ye too risk facing a devilishly fiery fate.”
“Of course, you are so right, exalted leader, His Satanic Majesty’s words are immutable; but, maybe, we can pretend to redact the less moderate words for a little while until we have more power over non-demonists then, abracadabra, out they can be brought again?”
“Lies and deception brother, I like it and I think Beelzebub, aka the Wicked and/or Evil One, will like it fine too.”
They all agree and disperse, happy as imps behaving, well, impishly.
Time passes. The Satanists gather again.
“They still don’t like us. I think it’s because some of us aren’t being moderate enough. There’s a crowd of us in the next town still sacrificing virgins and some who won’t stop openly quoting from the redacted parts of the Grand Grimoire and getting very fervent about it. They’re cursing non-demonists without restraint.”
They all turn to the exalted leader, the question being, “What shall we do?”
“The time of denial and complaining has arrived,” he says, grinning fiendishly. “We shall deny and complain loudly at every turn.”
“He’s not part of us, we shall say if pressed, when a Satanist quotes from the Grand Grimoire. He’s an extremist. It’s not our fault we shall say. We will disown the perpetrators when virgins are sacrificed. They are not true Satanists we shall say; they are mutations.”
“We will have many complaints. You non-demonists are not doing enough to help. We are being marginalised; made to feel unwanted. Our young people feel alienated. We are being maligned; run down and discriminated against. It is all so unfair.”
“We will create many separate groups, societies and councils: young-men Satanists, young-women Satanists, middle-aged Satanists, elderly Satanists, Satanists of this locality and Satanists of that, Satanists for good relations, Satanists for equal treatment, Satanists for better education, Satanists for this and Satanists for that.
There will be no end to our organisations and each will make themselves a complete and utter nuisance, denying, whining and complaining. Pretty soon the media will be running national conversations on how to bring us Satanists into the fold. Governments will be falling over backwards not to offend while lavishing money on us.”
They are all astounded at their leader’s cunningly conniving stratagem and start chanting in unison: “Mephistopheles is magnificent, malicious and malignant. Auld Hornie’s kingdom come, we’ve got God- botherers on the run, and we’ll not stop until they’re diddled and done.”
Dark clouds cover the Sun. And news of another virgin sacrificed hardly gets a run.
Aka Peter Smith