“I demand equal time!” snarled the angry voice from somewhere in the darkness.
It is never enjoyable to be awakened from a deep sleep, Modern Philosophers, but it sucks even more when the disturbance is caused by The Prince of Darkness after he’s made himself comfortable in a chair next to your bed.
I mumbled something about how this had better be the worst nightmare ever, and then rolled onto my side and away from the voice.
“Stop pretending that I’m not sitting here, Austin,” The Devil demanded before popping the top off of a Snapple.
I shot up in bed, turned on the light, and glared at him for stealing what I knew to be the very last Snapple in my refrigerator.
“I’d like to file a complaint against your blog, and I will literally make your life a living Hell until you hear me out and make this right,” he threatened.
I had no choice but to get out of bed and put on my robe. I insisted that the conversation be moved downstairs, though, because the last angry devil I’d talked to in that bedroom had divorced me and turned my life upside down.
Once we had settled onto the couch, my uninvited offered me an ice cold Snapple from the cooler he had brought with him. “You thought I’d taken your last Snapple, didn’t you?”
I nodded because there was no sense in lying to Satan, and then accepted the bottle he handed to me.
After I took a long sip, and then wiped some of the sleep out of my eyes, I urged him to tell me what was so important that he had felt compelled to wake me up at this ungodly hour.
“You let Santa Claus offer free accommodations at The North Pole to any Mainer who hated Winter,” he practically hissed at me. “If you’re going to give him all that free time on your blog, you also have to give the beings that he is campaigning against equal time to make their pitch!”
Equal time? Campaigning? Pitch? Maybe this was a nightmare…
“There is a constant battle going on for the hearts, minds, and souls of the human race,” Lucifer explained as he slammed his Snapple bottle on the table. “Santa Claus represents all that is good in the world. I represent a slightly different perspective. I’d like a chance to make my pitch before jolly, ole fat boy gets everybody.”
I rolled my eyes and drank more Snapple. I knew I’d never be allowed to go back to sleep until I allowed him to say whatever was on his mind, so I just signaled to him to spit it out.
“I’d like to offer all your readers a warm place in Hell for all eternity,” The Devil told me in his most charming voice. “I guarantee they will never again see another blizzard or snowflake. No more freezing temperatures, no wind chills, no frozen pipes, no icy roads, and no need to ever again pick up a snow shovel or fire up a snow blower. They have my word that they will never complain about Winter again. Ever.”
I pointed out that unlike Santa Claus’ offer, his came with a price.
The Devil snickered. “First off, Santa was only offering a place for the rest of the Winter. My offer is for eternity. Secondly, there’s a good chance a portion of your readers are going to end up spending the afterlife with me anyway. Why not just start it now and get the Hell away from this polar vortex annoyance?”
There was no sense arguing with The Prince of Darkness, so his offer is out there, Modern Philosophers. If you’d like to claim your place in Hell, just send him a message in the comments section, and I’ll be sure he gets it.
Sometimes, I really wish I just lived in a normal house and had normal friends…
Where do I sign up? It’s so cold in my neck of the woods today that even the teenagers are wearing coats.
Wow! That is cold. The Devil is around here somewhere, so I’ll tell him to go get Vicky… 🙂
Could I just winter there?
Sadly, the Devil’s deal is for all eternity. You could ask Santa to let you hang at the Pole with us Mainers… 🙂
Think I’ll hang here in the South.
Alright. I’ll be up at the North Pole. I’m going to learn how to make Christmas toys…
It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
Yikes. I dislike the cold but maybe not that much. Though… last time he showed up, didn’t you get freshly pressed or some sort of insurance settlement or something? He may be good luck.
Aussa, the Devil is always popping in unannounced at The House on the Hill. He knows to never try to get my soul, and he usually replaces the Snapples and chips he consumes. He’s a pain, but he’s harmless.
Damned civilised fellow that Devil!
yeh, somehow i can’t picture you in a normal house with everyday people _
It used to be that way… 🙂
Oh yeah. That guy. Your blog belongs to you. You get to decide who gets a plug and who doesn’t. Wasn’t that why we all started blogging in the first place? By the way, we lost power last night……..
But I don’t want him to steal me soul while I’m sleeping, so I try to be nice…