UNDERGROUND A&R REPORT

Closure

1st week of August, 2010

Sometimes the devil doesn't even know when his number has been called. It was one of those times, and I had to be patient, and learn, and wait, which was the hardest thing, until just the right time. That time came, I went to seek. She was easy enough to find.

Over 100 degrees in the parking lot of the liquor store on Hwy 41 in Acworth this day. Blazing, intense, wilting hot. Like hell. It was hell which I'd come to call out. She was already striding across the lot arm in arm with a soddy lush carrying bags of liquor with a shit eating grin on his face like he'd hit the jackpot. Her latest soul to steal. I was upon her before she knew I was there.

"Well, well. Look who we have here." I growled at the succubus and her "date".

She smiled, while her prey tried to bow his drunk ass up. "Who the fuck are you?!" he sneared at me.

"The God of Rock N Roll motherfucker, who are you!" I shot back at him. He stepped back with his bags in front of him. Tryin to front, but I could tell my remark had caught him off guard, he didn't know what to do, or say.

The demon laughed "He is the God of nothing my love. Certainly not the God of Fuck, or maybe the God he is of fucking nothing!" she laughed like the demon she was.

"You are an evil bitch" I told her. "Who conjured you demon? That is who I have issue with at this point."

"No one conjures me Todd. I was sent!"

"Then it shall be I demon who sends you back to hell. Where you belong."

Dude with the groceries stepped back a few more steps.

She laughed hysterically "You're not sending shit anywhere 'o great angel. Poor poor pitiful angel. Weak and worthless you are. What is it you said so long ago, the reason we all got cast down. Some stupid bullshit like "NO SEX WITH HUMANS! HAHAHA! Now you are a pitiful man! A fucking joke! HAHAHA!"

"I AM human you evil demon. And they are my people. We shall become master over your kind. We shall see who is the weak and pitiful."

I unbuttoned the second button down and pulled back my shirt. She saw the star hanging from my neck and she quit laughing. She looked me straight in the eye. Fear like that I have only seen very few times. When one knows for them it is over.

"Go tell your dark lords succubus that I wear the new star. I will take back these things too demon you tried to take from me. As if you thought it was that so easy and simple."

She didn't have the goth glow of sin after sin about her anymore. She looked 70 or 80 years old, tired, frail. Her tattoos all melted into one glob of blue. Her pentagram on her arm no longer even having any shape. She looked at the soul she had been about to steal, in a sad glance.

He dropped the bags, bottles crashing, pavement soaked with fluids.

"What the fuck!" he yelled. "Fuck this crazy devil worshippin' shit! You can have that hag man! Jesus fuckin' Christ!" he yelled as he turned and ran away.

I growled "Yes she is mine. And yes you drunk bastard, Jesus will help you." I said staring into the demon's eyes, which grew cold and black as coal tar.

In angel speak I told it.

"Yes, tell your masters too I have taken this back also." I pulled the other pendant from my pocket and held the dual-ringed pentagram up in front of her, and the last bits of recognizable life went from her face and she moaned as one does as they take their last breath.

"I take the energy from you that you tried to take from me demon. Now you shall be cast into hell for eternity and it is you who shall be nothing. Tell your dark lords I am coming for more very soon, these things they have taken from us, and our planet, and our youth, and our soul. Tell them angel as you die now they are fucked. And I shall fuck them all. Hard."

It was my turn to smile. Walking out of that parking lot on that hotter than hell August day.