Mephistopheles and The Billionaire

May 30, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Mephistopheles and The Billionaire

An American billionaire stood in his home with a glass of wine in his hand.

He was startled to see a demon standing there.

The demon seemed to radiate an aura of class and seeming elegance.

He did not have grotesque or ferocious features but from the expression on his face, he seemed to have the most sinister look that the billionaire had ever encountered in a demon.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“I guess you haven’t seen me before,” the fallen angel helped himself to a glass of port, “you’ve mainly had contact with Baal and Baphomet the patron demons of the U.S. Democratic Party. I, however along with the demon Mammon, am one of the two patron demons of the U.S. Republican Party. I am Mephistopheles.”

“The fallen angel to whom Faust sold his soul?” The billionaire inquired.

“I must someday thank Christopher Marlowe and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe for all the free publicity they have given me,” Mephistopheles smiled, “otherwise most would probably never have heard of me. I needed a scientist’s soul at the time and so I sought Faust’s.”

“Baal is patron demon of child sacrifice, Baphomet is patron demon of sexual perversion and abominations, Mammon is patron demon of greed but what are you, Mephistopheles, patron demon of?” The billionaire asked.

“I am the patron demon in charge of promoting racial and ethnic hatred,” Mephistopheles smiled and pointed at the TV screen.

The sound was mute but the visuals were of CNN showing rioting and looting in various cities across the U.S. ostensibly as part of protests protesting the murder of Afro-American George Floyd by white policeman Derek Chauvin who kept his knee on Floyd’s neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds; 2 minutes and 53 seconds of which occurred after Floyd became unresponsive.

“You know,” Mephistopheles examined a rare vase on the mantelpiece, “I’ve been told of the reaction of Charles Manson the hippy commune leader of the group known as the Manson Family as he’s busy roasting away on his barbecue spit down in Tartarus. As you know, dear old Charlie was hoping to start a race war by arranging for the Tate-LaBianca murders of August 9th and 10th 1969. This he knew because he imagined the lyrics of the Beatles song Helter Skelter told him so. Sadly for poor Charlie, the Tate-LaBianca murders never led to the apocalyptic race war he was wanting. And now thanks to policeman Chauvin’s murder of citizen Floyd, the race war for which dear old Charlie always longed may have finally started. I heard Manson wept tears of joy as he was turning over on the open flames just below his spit when he heard the news of what is currently happening in America in the last week of May 2020. Sadly for dear old Charlie, all those tears weren’t enough to put out all those flames.”

“There’s a Hell?” The American billionaire seemed surprised, “I’ve met Pope Francis on a few occasions and he assures me there is no Hell.”

Mephistopheles said nothing but put the vase down and just smiled.

He stood gazing at a replica of a Basil Hallward portrait painting of Dorian Gray.

“The racial tensions in America are now coming to a head and this Covid-19 pandemic has produced the flammable material necessary for the final spark,” Mephistopheles smiled, “This lockdown of two months plus people losing their jobs as the economy tanked has managed to produce a substantial mass psychosis. Psychosis and stupidity had already hit most of the leaders of the world first when this pandemic started. That’s why they made all the numerous bad decisions and stupid statements they did which just aggravated their populations’ anxiety and approaching mental breakdowns. Unlike King David or King Solomon, they never bothered getting down on their knees and asking the Creator of the Cosmos for wisdom and guidance in this matter. Instead they forbade gatherings in places of worship all over the world. You can’t have people talking to the Creator of the Cosmos in public. Citizens must render on to Caesar what is Caesar’s and in this century also render what is God’s on to Caesar. On this, politicians of all political stripes seem to agree. As for America, you’ve had numerous people spitting, coughing and sneezing on Asians for months since a certain leader kept blaming the Chinese people themselves for the virus and numerous folk who followed the pronouncements or should I say the tweets of this leader took matters into their own hands or should I say out of their own mouths and noses. And then the numerous tensions between whites and blacks that have gone on for centuries since slavery was first introduced as an institution in the American colonies. And then of course self-proclaimed “real Americans” have often hated or regarded with contempt those of a Latin American background. Even though California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and parts of Colorado, Nevada and even Utah was land that white Americans originally stole from Mexico. To say nothing of the land white Americans stole from Native American tribes.”

“Are you here to give me a history lesson?” The billionaire asked uneasily.

“No, I’m here to proclaim the possible end of America,” Mephistopheles smiled, “It was in July 1620 that the Mayflower left Plymouth, England carrying Puritan pilgrims to eventually arrive in what is now Provincetown Harbor in November 1620. That marked the beginning of what became known to history as America. Now 400 years later it appears that America has been tried in the balance and found wanting.”

Mephistopheles stood up and showed himself out.

The billionaire fiddled with the remote and turned to another channel.

The 1972 musical drama Cabaret with Liza Minnelli, Joel Grey and Michael York was being shown.

It was the scene in a German beer garden where a Hitler Youth member sings,

… “But somewhere a glory awaits unseenĀ 
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me…”

-A vampire novel chapterĀ 
written by Christopher
Saturday May 30th
2020.

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