Scene One: Somewhere in the Universe.
Satan writhed, his head felt as though it was on fire!
Those he ruled, the closest of all beings to him since the rebellion, stared at him in consternation.
“Get about your work. Time is short!”
Again! Soul shattering pain!
Scene Two: A concentration camp like those in all times and all places throughout human history. A scarecrow of a man dressed, despite the cold, in nothing but a tattered tee and threadbare jeans kneels on the icy ground in prayer.
CRACK!
The expertly wielded whip snaps just enough flesh off the man’s back to cause the thin blood still coursing through his veins to flow without causing enough damage to hinder the ability to work. “On your feet vermin. There’s no God to answer your superstitious mumblings. I’m your god here! Time to work! Now!”
CRACK!
Knowing the next stroke of the whip might be fatal Viktor hurried through the rest of his prayer even as he struggled to rise, yet one more time, to work, to survive. “Lord, you taught us to pray for our enemies. Forgive this wretched man his own sins but, more than that, send your forgiving spirit to Satan, the adversary, that he might repent and, by your grace, find forgiveness through you.”
Scene Three: Satan lies screaming on the ground. He head feeling as though live coals were being heaped upon it.
Scene Four: God, looks down on Viktor and smiles.
“Well done good and faithful servant.”
