lil’ azazel

The Messiah had come a second time, and he had just run over a girlscout with a steam roller.

Things were shitty.

It took a while for humanity to find the actual culprit. It was a misfortune demon, cheeky fella, went by the name of Lil’ Azazel. He had his doctoral thesis dissertation coming up and, in a pang of devilish yet gangsta inspiration, decided to make the saviour of the Earth flatten a girlscout to death.

With a steam roller.

Things having already been shittened up pretty much by a plethora of socioeconomic factors, and girlscout club having greater clout than the Mob, a rising of the rabble was imminent. The rabble rose, the bubble burst, critical mass was achieved.

There were consequences.

There were the despondents, who rose a bit but not very much, and then livestreamed their mass suicides.

There were Žižek fans who sniffed and chortled and proclaimed “you chee, theesh eesh itheology for ya” and turned the trashcan over and dug some more and chomped some more and ate some more.

There were a lot of extremists who made a lot of dough selling apocalypse kits.

There were a lot of people outside of that particularly important but still not the only FDA-approved religion who just didn’t give a fuck.

But the girlscout mob and the grieving family, having a lot in common, pledged revenge Albanian style, and declared besa on the Messiah’s head.

The Messiah then held a press conference where he outed Lil’ Azazel, and the world and the rabble and the mob shifted their focus from him to the demon.

We are now at the end of the book, and they catch the demon, and they sentence him to death, and torture him for quite a bit — apparently he turns out to also be responsible for autotune.

And they maim and torture and kill him,

and when they’re done, they run over Lil’ Azazel’s body with a steam roller.

And the book ends.

And each and every reader closes it, content that justice was done and the demon is dead.

But when they do so, the pages of the beginning and the ending of the book come together and the demon jumps from the last page to the first, finding the bridge between pages comfortably built to suit his demon needs.

And so it happens again.

And then, the readers ask themselves just what the moral of this story was.

Originally published at http://trepanatie.wordpress.com on November 12, 2019.