Ye Olde Devil

[Daniel Daly]

Chronicles of the Children of Destiny
‘The Onaphim Samael - Ye Olde Devil’

by
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com

Chapter One

Samael – Satan - had come to Sherwood Forest to live in about nine
hundred AD. After travelling the nations for many centuries he found
he liked the land of Britannia and decided to make it his home. Since
being banished from heaven and assuming human form in the early third
century BCE the Devil had wandered the Earth. He had met Kings and
Queens – nobles and commoners – and had started to gain a greater
appreciation for those who he once had called ‘Common Men’ from his
heavenly domain.

And now he lived in Sherwood Forest in the year two-thousand and ten
by the Christian calendar.

His home was rather simple – a small shack hidden amongst a thicket of
trees. As his Father, God, had not totally removed his spiritual
powers, he had woven a protective spell around the shack to keep it
from prying eyes. It was a simple two-room shack. A main room, in
which he spent most of his days, and a back room in which he slept.

The main room housed three ancient bookcases. Amongst them were
literary treasures that he had collected over the many centuries of
his exile on Earth. He studied them often, especially the ‘Good
Book’, and they were a source of comfort when few others could
understand his dilemma.

Apart from the bookcases the room housed a small harpsichord – one
which he had purchased in Germany a few centuries earlier. He’d had
it shipped to England and brought it to his small home. He had been
quite musical as an angel in the realm of infinity, often singing in
the heavenly choir. But he now felt greater value in composition,
having been inspired by the great composers of the Classical age. He
had even seen Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart perform when he had still been a
lad.

And next to the harpsichord was a large wooden box containing his
compositions. He’d composed thousands of pieces by now, but had only
written down a small percentage of them. The rest he’d committed to
memory and was sure he could write them down at a later date if at all
necessary.

This shack was his home. He spent most of his days there, lost in
thought. Fortunately, after the year two-thousand passed, God had
felt his impulsive son had atoned for a reasonable amount of his sin,
and thus had allowed him visitors from the heavenly domain.

The first of these visitors had been his long-term adversary, the
Logos the Protector of Israel and head of the ecclesia. It was Logos
who had led the heavenly host in defeating Satan’s rebellion against
God, and it was Logos who so often challenged Satan in all that he
did.

However, in the last few years since the Logos had been visiting
Satan, Satan had grown quite fond of him. He had reflected quite
often that his old rebellious nature was now seemingly something of
the past – now viewed on as a childish impulse of reckless youth.

The Logos had shared with Satan news from Heaven and they often
discussed the various affairs of men. In his last visit they
reflected on the death of Pope Benedict XVI late last year and the
inauguration of the new Italian Pope, Peter the Second. Of particular
note in some of the more outlandish Catholic websites was the ancient
prophecy of St Malarchy who predicted that the current Pope, Peter the
Roman, would be the last before the return of Christ.

Logos had revealed to Satan that his return was imminent, but of
course, as always, nobody knew the day or hour.

Of particular relevance to Satan was the final prophecy in the New
Testament – the Revelation. His apparent fate did not seem that
palatable to himself. The Logos had maintained that the prophecy was
part of Destiny – yet not immutable. God could change his plans if
the realities in the world changed significantly enough. That was a
‘Life’ Principle so the Logos had said. Logos had also said that
while he, Satan, was essentially the subject of much of revelation, in
another sense it also had nothing really to do with him personally.
Satan often queried exactly what the Logos meant by such ambiguity,
however, as always, with little or no response.

Of course, due to Christianities disdain of Satan as the Lord of Evil,
the Devil had never actually revealed his identity to any human
beings. Only the host of heaven knew who he actually was and, until
recently, they had not had much to do with him.

Satan’s other main visitor from the heavenly realm was his old ally,
Sandalphon. Sandalphon had been his chief ally in the rebellion,
somebody who Satan had trusted implicitly. When he first visited him,
just after The Logos’ first visit in two-thousand and one, Satan had
been overjoyed. At last, a familiar face. Sandalphon discussed with
him, like the Logos, the affairs of heaven – but from the perspective
of one of the Lord’s of darkness. Apparently Sandalphon had not
changed greatly since Satan’s exile, and still fostered hopes of a
future rebellion to take charge of heaven. When he had shared this
with Satan, Satan took the news, but didn’t really think much of it.
For him, the rebellion was over with. It served no great purpose to
challenge God’s established rule in the heavenly domain, something he
now realized. The Logos generally undertook his responsibility with
skill and talent administering the affairs in the realm of infinity
and, Satan now realized, did a fair job in keeping the populace
happy. In the rebellion Satan had been preoccupied with power – he
had not really given much thought as to what he would do with that
power should he prove victorious. However, he had contemplated this
issue in his exile on Earth and had realized that his dreams of power
had been nothing but pride – nothing practical about them.

In fact, the Logos had recently told Satan that God had been searching
Satan’s heart for signs of repentance and had concluded that Satan had
indeed been making progress, and thus allowed him visitors for the
first time. This was something which pleased Satan greatly. It also
established within him a sense of God’s justice. God would forgive if
you repented of your evil ways. He did not delight in evil but
rejoiced in goodness. When he was younger Satan had mocked at such an
attitude, but now he thought far more highly of it. He now looked up
to God and did in fact respect his Father.

However, his exile was not yet over. The Logos had said that God was
still angry with him and had said that at least another thousand years
was warranted as a minimum before he could return to his heavenly
domain. Having lived on earth now for over two-thousand years he felt
that he could easily manage another thousand. It would give him time
to plan for his return on that great, glorious day.

Early that morning, after rising from sleep, Satan took to his
harpsichord as usual. Although he occasionally ate breakfast he
didn’t in fact have to. His Father had made him immortal on Earth.
He didn’t need to eat, and no earthly weapon could harm him. Despite
his exile, his Father still cared for him and looked after his needs.

He played on the harpsichord for about an hour, before stopping and
taking a seat on his main couch. After a few minutes of quiet
contemplation a knock came to his front door. ‘I wonder who that
could be?’ he thought to himself. ‘Perhaps the Logos or Sandalphon?’
He got to his feet and went to open the door. There standing in front
of him was a face he had not seen in over two millennia. It was his
one-time lover and best friend the female Onaphim Aphrayel.

She smiled at him, her face beaming. ‘Greetings Lord Lucifer.’ Satan
smiled at the title. ‘Lucifer? Come now, I am far from being a
Babylonian prince.’ Aphrayel chuckled at her one-time lovers
comment. Lucifer of course was a figure in an ancient Jewish
prophecy, in the first instance applied to a Babylonian Prince, but
traditionally, by Christianity anyway, attributed to the Devil. The
Devil laughed at the title. ‘My dear Aphrayel, what brings you to my
earthly abode?’ ‘What, no kiss for your one-time lover?’ said
Aphrayel. Satan grinned at her. ‘Well, I had thought about it, but
felt that such time has passed between us that such a thing might not
be that appropriate. Perhaps humanities ways are rubbing off on me.’
‘I suppose that must be it,’ said Aphrayel.

‘Well, are you going to invite me in, or must I stand here at the door
into perpetuity.’ ‘Certainly. Come in, come in,’ said Satan. She
entered the small room and he motioned for her to sit at one of the
small side couches. After she had sat, he sat down opposite her.
‘Now tell me, why the visit? Is there some news from the realm that I
should be aware of?’ ‘Yes, I guess, in a way that is it’ replied
Aphrayel. ‘I will get straight to the point. Father has reviewed
your situation. He has received from the Logos such glowing reports
on your progress that he has decided to give you an opportunity to end
your exile early. That is, if you complete a certain task that he has
set for you.’ Satan looked straight at her, overjoyed at the news.
‘Yes. Yes of course. I would do anything to return to the realm
sooner than later. What is the task?’

‘Well,’ began Aphrayel. ‘Father knows that you do indeed show
affection to us angels these days. But he is not yet satisfied that
your heart is full of the love which he birthed you with. Because of
this he has set a test for you. The task is this. You will be made
into completely human form – able to die. And you will be given five
years in this form. Five years to show that your heart really does in
fact love. In this five years you must, to be able to return to the
realm, find amongst the human beings one who calls you her true
love.’ Satan looked at her. ‘One who calls me my true love? You
mean I must marry a daughter of Eve?’ ‘No, not necessarily. You will
not have to marry her, but she must call you her true love - forsaking
all others to love you alone.’ Satan thought this over. It would be
a challenge, certainly. But such an opportunity it was. He had to
take it. ‘Yes, yes, I agree. It is certainly worth the challenge.
Anything to return to the realm.’ ‘Well, before you get too carried
away, there is one last requirement. You must tell her of your true
identity. You must tell her that you are in fact the old Devil, Satan
himself.’ Satan stared at her, slightly taken aback at that
statement. ‘But, but. If I tell her who I am, surely she will have
nothing to do with me. You know my reputation amongst the humans.
They think I am the Lord of Evil. No, what you ask is surely too
much.’ ‘I am afraid that is the condition’ replied Aphrayel. ‘Father
was quite adamant on that point. Naturally, it is a difficult
decision. So, I will return to you in three weeks at which time you
can tell me your decision. If you decide to go ahead with it, you
will be made completely human and will have 5 years in which to find
your true love.’ ‘Yes, yes,’ said Satan. ‘I will need that time to
think it over.’ With that said Aphrayel got to her feet and walked
over to the door. ‘I will see myself out, but I will return in three
weeks. My love, I hope you make the right decision.’ ‘Yes, so do I,’
said Satan. ‘So do I’.

Chapter Two

In the following three weeks Satan gave much thought to the task set
him by his Father. Was it really worth the effort of finding a true
love, and that in human form? Of course, God would likely forgive him
in a thousand years anyway, so he could simply wait out his exile.
But that was still a long way off, and the opportunity to return to
the realm sooner rather than later was extremely enticing. In the end
he decided it was a challenge worth accepting. Being human would be
challenging, certainly. But to return to the realm so soon was worth
any inconvenience.

When Aphrayel returned three weeks later he had made up his mind. The
knock came to the door and Satan opened it, expecting Aphrayel, who
indeed it was. ‘Well, lover. Have you made up your mind?’ ‘Yes, yes
I have,’ said Satan. ‘I will go through with the agreement.’ ‘Very
well,’ Aphrayel said. ‘Follow me outside, and take off all your
clothing.’ Satan undressed and followed her outside. Aphrayel led
the way to a small clearing a few yards away from Satan’s shack.
‘Stand there,’ she said, pointing to the middle of the clearing.
Satan did as requested. She raised her hands and looked towards
heaven. Soon she spoke out in the angelic tongue. ‘Yelti, yelti.
Hada Samactani. Sata Saruv Samactani.’ Suddenly a great wave of
light shone down from above, encompassing Satan all around. He was
lifted a few feet of the ground and suddenly he felt his body
changing. ‘What was happening?’ he thought to himself. Before he got
an answer the light suddenly diminished, and he was dropped to the
ground. Instantly he passed out.

He awoke some time later, his head a little dizzy. He looked around
to gain his perspective. Aphrayel was nowhere to be seen and it
seemed he had changed locations. He could not see his shack
anywhere. In fact, he was not sure were he was. Some place totally
unknown. And he was naked. Getting to his feet, the wind suddenly
blew on him. He shivered, for the first time in his life. ‘That was
cold,’ he thought to himself. He considered that for a moment. ‘I
guess that is one of the conditions of being totally human. Well, I
guess I have no time to waste. But first I need some clothing. I
cannot go around totally naked, can I?’

He looked around, took note of the sun, and decided to head in one
particular direction. Eventually, he assumed, he would find some sign
of human habitation.

After walking for a couple of hours, and feeling the cold, he
eventually came to the edge of the forest. Looking ahead he noticed
some houses in the distance. Perhaps there he could find some
clothing. He walked on. Arriving at the houses, he first looked at
the washing line. Fortunately there were some Jeans and t-shirts
drying on them. He took them down and tried them on, looking around
to make sure nobody noticed him. They fitted, quite comfortably,
although a little damp. ‘They will do, he thought to himself.’ He
was a little annoyed at the thought of having to steal clothing, but
such was the necessity he found himself faced with. Just then his
stomach rumbled a little. ‘I am hungry,’ he thought to himself. Just
then full realization of his human form came to him. He would now
have to find clothing, shelter and food just like any other human.
Such had been the way in which God had ordained human society on earth
to function. ‘Great’, he thought to himself. Such were the joys of
being totally mortal.

Looking around the place, he spotted an apple tree over near the
fence. ‘Apples’, he said to himself. He liked apples. They would
suffice for a meal. He made his way over to the tree and pulled down
a branch, plucking off a couple of apples. After eating one and
starting to make his way through another he noticed that the edge of
his hunger was dissipating. ‘That is good’ he thought to himself.
Just then he heard a voice shout out. ‘Hey you! What do you think
you are doing?’ He looked towards the voice and spotted a woman
coming forth from the house. ‘Better run,’ he thought to himself, and
quickly made his way out the driveway of the house and down the road.

A half an hour later, having put the house far behind him, he thought
on what he should do next. ‘Firstly, I guess, I will have to get a
place to live. But how would he afford it? He had no money, and
didn’t have a human job. I guess I can apply for the welfare cheque
he thought to himself. England now had a substantial welfare system
to take care of people who found it difficult to find full time
employment. ‘A sensible idea’, Satan thought to himself. But of
course, he would need an identity of sorts. Papers – a birth
certificate at least. Of course, he didn’t have one of those. So he
was in a dilemma. ‘What will I do?’ he thought to himself. After
some contemplation, an idea came to him. He could make up his own
birth certificate. Printing technology was quite advanced these days,
so he should be able to forge his own. He could visit one of the
public libraries and use their photocopier and printers and make one
up. Of course, he would need a name. ‘What shall I call myself?’ he
wondered. A few ideas came to mind. David was a good name – very
messianic he thought. But no, he wanted an original name. Something
he could call his own. He went through various names and surnames
until, finally, he came upon a combination he liked. Firstly, an
ancient Celtic first name, ‘Callodyn’. Yes, he liked the sound of
that. And secondly, a traditional British surname, ‘Bradlock’. Yes,
that would do he thought to himself. Of course he would need a middle
name. He thought perhaps one of his angelic friend’s names. Suddenly
the name ‘Shadray’ came to him. Yes, that was a good one. He decided
to say it out loud, seeing if it sounded good. ‘Callodyn Shadray
Bradlock.’ Yes, he liked the sound of that. That would be his name.

‘Now, to find a library,’ he thought to himself. He looked ahead.
The road seemed to go on into the distance without any sign of life.
‘I guess I will just have to keep on walking, he said to himself.’
However, about 5 minutes later, a van pulled up alongside him. ‘Do
you need a lift, son?’ said an elderly gentleman. ‘That would be
fantastic,’ replied Satan. He got into the van and closed the door.
‘Were, may I ask, does this road head? ‘Just to Beltingham,’ said the
old man. ‘About five minutes from here.’ The man looked at Satan’s
feet. ‘No shoes, son. A bit foolish don’t you think?’ ‘Ah, yes,’
replied Satan. ‘I was actually caught in a bit of a situation. But
hopefully I will remedy that shortly. Does Beltingham have a public
library?’ ‘Why, yes it does. A small one,’ said the old man. Just
down on Tweed Street. I can drop you off there if you like.’ ‘That
would be excellent,’ replied Satan. ‘Think nothing of it,’ said the
old man, who started to drive off.

A short time later they approached a rather large village, almost a
town. Driving through the streets Satan looked at the various
houses. He had never heard of Beltingham before. It was certainly
not in Nottinghamshire, so he must have been taken to somewhere else
in England. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked the old man. ‘But were abouts in
England are we?’ ‘Don’t you know, son? You must have really been off
with the fairies. Well, we are not in England at all – we are in
northern Wales.’ ‘Northern Wales?’ Satan thought to himself. That
would explain why he had never heard of Beltingham before. He had
never been to Wales that often. ‘Well, here is the library, son.’
Said the old man, pulling up in front of a rather small but modernish
building. Satan got out, and turned to the old man. ‘Thank you, kind
fellow. You have done a wonderful deed today.’ ‘No worries, son,’
said the old man, and started off.

Satan looked at the library. Yes it was modern. Hopefully, then, it
will have what I am after. He entered the building. At the front
desk was an elderly lady, who eyed him as he came in. He walked up to
her. ‘Yes, can I help you,’ she said. ‘Do you have a computer with
the internet and a printer?’ he asked. ‘Well yes, we do,’ said the
lady. It is around the corner, just over there,’ she said, pointing.
‘Nobody is using it at the moment, so you can have one full hour if
you like. Just sign your surname on the sheet here.’ Satan looked at
the sheet. He took up the pen and was about to write, ‘Satan’, when
he remembered his new name. Carefully he wrote down the surname
‘Bradlock’. He looked at the lady. ‘Is that all?’ Yes, that is
all. I will tell you when your time is up. ‘Thanks,’ he said, and
started over to the computer.

Satan was now quite familiar with the Internet. Although he didn’t
actually have one connected in his shack, he often visited one of the
public libraries in Nottingham and made use of it there.

He opened up the Internet, and connected to the ‘Google’ search engine
– his favourite. He typed in ‘Fake Birth Certificates United Kingdom’
and waited on the results. The first link seemed favourable so he
clicked on that.

About fifteen minutes later he had filled in the various details and
needed to print off the birth certificate. But he had no money to pay
for the paper. He decided to print off the certificate anyway.
Hopefully he could sweet talk the librarian into letting him have it
for free. As he pressed ‘Print’, the computer showed the print icon,
so he left his desk and went over to where the librarian was. ‘I have
just printed off a sheet, maam. But unfortunately I don’t have any
money. Can I possibly pay you later?’ The librarian looked at him
sternly. ‘Well, it is not usual practice, but I guess that will be all
right.’ She turned towards the printer on her desk, and pulled off
Satan’s white sheet. ‘Is this it?’ she said. Satan took the sheet
and looked it over. ‘Yes, this is the one. Again, thank you greatly,
maam. I won’t forget to pay you back.’ He walked back over to his
computer, turned off the internet, and exited the library.

Now he had a birth certificate. The next thing to do was to find a
social security office. He went back into the library and went up to
the librarian. ‘Excuse me, maam. Does Beltingham have a social
security office?’ ‘No, I am afraid not,’ replied the librarian. The
nearest one of those is in Crossden, about twenty miles south of
here.’ ‘Thanks,’ said Satan, and again exited the library.
‘Crossden, huh? I guess I have a walk in front of me. Maybe I will
get lucky with a lift again?’ With that in mind, Satan started along
the street, heading towards what appeared to be the main avenue at the
end of the street. He should be able to find directions from there.

Chapter Three

Having walked about five miles southwards, he was fortunate enough to
again be picked up by a car. This time a young man, around twenty
years of age. They travelled along, chatting about this and that.
When they reached Crossden, Satan exited the vehicle and thanked the
man greatly. He looked skywards. The time of the day seemed to be
well into the afternoon. He may have to be quick if he were to see
Social security before the day was up.

After getting directions from a shop, he soon found the building. He
entered and made his way to the front desk. A pretty young lady, who
had a name badge reading Rachel greeted him. ‘Yes sir, how can I help
you today?’ Satan began his already thought out story. ‘Well, miss.
I have come to apply for social security. For the past year, since
losing my job, I have lived on the streets. I was totally broke, but
I was too proud too ask for any help. However, it has dawned on me
that if people are willing to help me, I shouldn’t be too proud to
accept it. So I have come to apply for the Social Security allowance,
if that is at all possible. ‘A look of concern was on Rachel’s face.
‘You poor fellow. Living on the streets and all. Of course we can
help you. Do you have any identification?’ Satan handed her his
birth certificate. ‘As you can see, my name is Callodyn Bradlock, and
I am 37 years of age. I was born in Kingston upon Hull, in Yorkshire,
England.’ ‘Yes, I can see that. Do you have any photographic ID?
That is what we usually need.’ ‘Unfortunately, no,’ replied Satan.
‘I recently lost my wallet which contained my drivers licence and
other details. Fortunately I still had my birth certificate in a
backpack I carry.’ ‘Well, that should be OK,’ said Rachel. ‘Do you
have anywhere to stay tonight?’ ‘Uh, no. Not really,’ replied
Satan. I was planning another night on the streets as usual. ‘Well,
we can’t have that,’ said Rachel. I will call the ‘Samaritans
Hostel’. They are just down the street a little. I will arrange for
you to stay with them until your money comes through. Also, from what
I can tell, this seems to be your first application for social
security, so you are entitled to an upfront payment of one hundred
pounds to get you through until your regular payment comes through.
Now tell me. Do you want the jobseekers allowance, or the regular
allowance?’ ‘What’s the difference?’ asked Satan. ‘Well, if you look
for work and fill in a job diary, you are entitled to an extra twenty
pounds a fortnight. However, if you don’t really want to look for
work, you can take the standard regular payment.’ Satan thought that
over. Did he really want to look for work? His love life was the
most important thing, so he decided against it. ‘I’ll just take the
regular payment, thanks.’ Certainly, replied Rachel. ‘Now, do you
have a bank account?’ ‘Uh, no,’ said Satan. ‘I lost all my details,
and I can’t really remember my bank account number.’ ‘Well, that is
all right,’ said Rachel. You can pick up your cheque from here and
bank it at the bank until you get an account. When you have one, just
let us know.’ ‘Sure,’ said Satan. ‘Out of curiosity, how much is the
payment?’ ‘Regular payments are two-hundred and eighty-five pounds a
fortnight. It is quite generous these days. Generally enough to
support yourself on. Especially in a small town like Crossden. Out
of curiosity, do you plan on staying here?’ Satan thought that over.
‘I guess,’ he said. ‘It seems like a nice town – kind of place that I
could live in.’ ‘Yes, it is quite nice,’ said Rachel. ‘I have lived
here all my life, and like it a lot. It really has a nice spirit to
it.’ ‘Yes,’ replied Satan. ‘I guess so.’

Twenty minutes later, after going through various technicalities,
Satan was given a cheque for one hundred pounds, and given direction
to the Samaritans. Just as he was leaving, Rachel came over to him,
carrying her handbag. ‘Callodyn. I have finished for the day. If
you like, I will show you the Samaritan hostel.’ ‘Uh, all right,’
said Satan. Rachel showed him to the door, and started walking down
the street. A couple of minutes later they came to a double-story
white-washed building, with a sign in black reading ‘The Samaritans.’
‘This is it,’ said Rachel. ‘They are expecting you. I can come in
with you if you like, and introduce you?’ ‘Uh, no. That will be fine,
said Satan. I should be all right now. Thank you greatly for your
help Rachel.’ ‘Think nothing of it,’ said Rachel, and smiled. ‘You
have quite an attractive smile,’ Satan thought to himself, as Rachel
departed. ‘What a lovely girl, he thought.’ He then turned towards
the building, strode up the couple of steps, and entered.

Inside he found the front receptionist area. Seated behind a desk was
an elderly lady. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked. ‘Uh, yes. I am
Callodyn Bradlock. From the Social Security office. I was told you
were expecting me?’ ‘Yes, Callodyn. Come with me, and I will show
you to your room.’ The lady picked up a key from a rack, and made her
way towards the staircase. Satan followed her. Up on the next level
they came to room twenty-two. She unlocked the door and motioned for
Satan to follow her inside. The room was relatively basic. A bed, a
small side dresser with a mirror, and a table and chair, with a bowl
of fruit sitting on it. ‘The bathroom is just down the hall, luv. We
don’t actually have many people staying with us at the moment, so you
should be right to use it at any time. Dinner is at six pm, about
twenty minutes from now. It comes free to guests staying with us.
Social security has paid for your first two weeks with us, so you
needn’t worry about money. Well, do you have any questions?’ ‘Uh,
no. Not really. Thanks for everything Maam. I will be down at
dinner at six.’ ‘Sure,’ she said. ‘Well, I’ll be downstairs if you
need me. There is a towel in the dresser for you to take a shower
with should you wish to. I’ll be going now.’ With that said, the
lady excused herself, handed Satan the key, and left. Satan closed
the door behind her, and took a seat on the bed.

‘Well, you old devil. You have done all right for yourself. A home,
finance and food. And all in a day. If things continue to go this
well I should be home in the realm within a week.’

He looked around the room. It was a basic affair. A nice picture of
the countryside hung on the wall next to the table, and the room was
wallpapered with a nice design. ‘Perhaps I should take a shower?’ he
thought to himself. His feet were rather dirty, and sore, and a
shower might do him some good. He opened the dresser and found a
stack of clean towels. He took one out and felt its texture. Smooth,
but with substance. It should do fine. He exited the room, closed
and locked the door behind him, and went looking for the bathroom. He
found it just down the hallway. He entered, closed and locked the
door behind him, and undressed. He climbed into the bathtub which had
the shower over it and turned the water on. Soon cold water started
spraying from the showerhead and he quickly jumped back at the
sensation. He turned up the hot water and adjusted it until he had
the right temperature. As an immortal, Satan had not needed to
shower. His body was partially spiritual in nature, never attracting
dirt. But as a human he now realized he would need to clean – and
that likely regularly.

He entered the shower and felt the water rush down over him. It was
totally unlike any shower he had experienced previously. The water
cascaded over his skin, the warm water pulsating through his skin. He
found that he enjoyed the sensation tremendously and silently wondered
what he had been missing all these years. After a number of minutes
standing there, washing himself, he felt it was time to exit. He
turned off the taps and got out of the tub. He carefully dried
himself off, and put on his clothing.

Exiting the bathroom he returned to his room and placed the towel at
the feet of his bed. Looking around he noticed a clock. It read five-
fifty-two pm. Dinner would be upon him shortly. Perhaps he should go
down early and introduce himself to the other residents. It was a
quick way of getting himself known.

Coming down the stairwell, he thought on the task ahead of him. Being
unemployed would make it a little more difficult to find a true love,
but unemployment was likely high in a country town like Crossden.
Hopefully he could find a local lady who would fall for him. He
thought of Rachel, the Social Security worker. She was quite
attractive, he felt, and would make a suitable candidate. But she
probably would have little time for someone in such a situation as he
was. But I am sure there will be someone, he thought to himself.

Coming into the dining room there were four other people seated at a
long table. He found a seat and looked around. Opposite him was an
elderly man, who looked a little down on his luck. ‘Hello,’ Satan
said. ‘My name is Callodyn. What, may I ask, is your name?’ The man
looked at him. ‘I be Rufus McFadden, son. Nice to meet you.’ He
offered his hand, and Satan took it and shook it. ‘Well, how long
have you been staying here?’ Satan asked. ‘Oh, around three years or
so,’ said Rufus. ‘The food is good,’ and I stand little chance of
finding another job at my age. So I guess I will be here for awhile
longer.’ ‘Yes, as long as the food is good, you should be all
right.’ ‘I guess so,’ replied Rufus. Satan looked at the three other
people seated at the table. One middle aged man of about fifty, one
woman around thirty or so, and a young teen of about eighteen. The
young teen looked towards him. ‘Hi Callodyn,’ she said. ‘So where
are you from?’ ‘Oh, lots of places,’ responded Satan. ‘And what, my
dear, may I ask is your name?’ ‘Lucy,’ she responded. ‘I have been
living here for the past six months since turning 18 and running away
from home. My mother was a real bitch – I could never stand her – and
she demanded half of my welfare cheque, can you believe that? I told
her to go to hell and decided I could make it on my own. So I am here
for now, but I plan on moving to London when I have enough saved. I
reckon I can make it as an actor there. I was in many stage shows
when I was younger. Anyway, that’s my story. What about you?’ ‘Oh,’
replied Satan. ‘I lost my job about a year ago and have been living
on the streets. Just today I applied for Social Security, which I
got, and they sent me here to stay. That’s about it really.’ ‘Ok,’
said Lucy. ‘Are you married? Have a girlfriend?’ ‘No, nothing like
that,’ replied Satan. ‘I have been single all my life and only ever
had a few girlfriends. Nothing major ever really’ ‘That’s
interesting,’ said Lucy. ‘So you mustn’t have had much of a sex life
then?’ Satan was a little shocked at the girl’s boldness. He looked
at the other people seated at the table, but they didn’t seem really
that surprised. ‘No, not much of a sex life, responded Satan.’ ‘I
last had a hooker about two years ago. Since then nothing much to
say.’ Lucy smiled. Well, I had a boyfriend in the town I came from –
I lost my virginity to him. But I have not had sex for about a year
now.’ A saucy look came into her eyes. ‘Tell me Callodyn, do you
want to remedy that situation?’ Callodyn looked straight at her,
suddenly quite aware what she was after from him. ‘You’re a little
young for me, don’t you think Lucy.’ ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she said.
‘How old are you – about thirty-five? I’m now eighteen and of legal
age. It’s not that big a difference. Callodyn smiled. It was an
interesting love game he found himself caught up in. He was ready to
refuse her when he suddenly noticed the bulge in his crotch. That had
never happened before. As an angel he’d had sex, but the arousal of
his member took much time and was left to the ministrations of his
lovers. It had never been aroused so quickly like this before.
Perhaps it was something about being human, he thought to himself. He
looked Lucy over. Yes, she was quite attractive. And relatively
young. Perhaps she would make a good lover. ‘All right Lucy. After
dinner you can come up to my room and I will make you feel very
welcome.’ Lucy smiled wickedly. ‘Great’, she said.

Chapter Four

After dinner, and despite having had sex numerous times before, Satan
felt quite nervous. The lass was very attractive and, as she followed
him up to his room, he suddenly felt quite turned on. Perhaps this is
what humans felt, he thought to himself. They entered his room,
closed and locked the door behind him, and sat down on his bed. Lucy
looked at him. ‘Tell me, have you masturbated much in the past two
years?’ Satan laughed a little to himself. What a question, he
thought. ‘Well, occasionally,’ he said. ‘I suppose like most men I
still get the urges, and I haven’t been in a position to visit a lady
for quite a while.’ ‘Well, you needn’t masturbate tonight. I am
still new at this thing, but I have a great appetite for it. Shall we
get undressed?’ ‘Uh, sure,’ replied Satan. He started to undress and
moments later both of them were stark naked. He looked her over – she
was very attractive. Something in his body reacted strongly to her
presence and his member hardened up and stood at attention. ‘Do you
think you can come twice? She asked. ‘Oh, I guess so,’ Satan said.
‘Why?’ ‘Well, I will treat you first,’ she said. ‘Then you can
satisfy me.’ That said, she came forward towards him and got down on
her knees. Taking his member in her hand she slowly started to pump
it. After a couple of minutes of this she looked up at him. ‘Time
for your treat,’ she said. She opened her mouth and took his phallus
onto her tongue. She started sucking it, her saliva all over his
member. Satan looked down at her, totally exhilarated by the
experience. While he had received oral sex before from his various
lovers, he had never felt like this. The girl simply had him in
heaven. Soon, after much sucking, he couldn’t hold back. His body
shook a little, and he felt that familiar feeling of bliss in his
loins. Soon he erupted creamy come into her mouth. She swallowed the
lot and got to her feet, wiping her mouth. ‘Mmm. I love the taste of
fresh come,’ she said. ‘It has such a unique flavour to it. Now it
is your turn to treat me.’ She lied back on the bed and spread her
legs. Satan immediately knew what she was after.

About twenty minutes later, after they had fully satisfied each other,
Lucy started to dress. ‘Tell you what, lover. We can make this a
regular thing if you like? I will be here for at least another six
months, and I do fancy you. We can entertain each other if you
like?’ Satan looked at her, then thought on his situation. While he
had enjoyed the sex, he couldn’t let it interfere with his main
objective. He was here to find true love – not a nymphomaniac.
‘Look, I am afraid this will have to be the only time we can do this,’
said Satan. ‘You are still quite young, and I feel a bit like a
cradle-snatcher. Sorry but it will have to be the one and only time’
‘Well, all right,’ said Lucy. ‘Have it your way. But if you are ever
lonely one night, just knock on my door. Number twenty-five down the
hall.’ ‘I’ll remember,’ said Satan.

After she had left, Satan thought on what had happened. The pleasure
had been intense. Far greater than he had ever experienced as an
angel. Perhaps that was why humans were so obsessed with the issue.
‘One of God’s gifts for mankind,’ he thought to himself.

He looked at the clock. It read ten past eight. He was not yet very
tired, and decided to read a little. He had noticed that the dresser
had a bible on it, provided by the Gideon’s. He opened it up and
started to read.

Three hours later, after having read through most of the book of
Genesis, he was starting to feel sleepy. He had come to the end of
his first day as a human, and such an experience it had been. What
lies in store for tomorrow? He thought to himself.

The following day, after waking at around seven o’clock, he got
dressed and went downstairs. The dining room was empty. Probably too
early, he thought to himself. Still, as he had noted the night
before, there was a fridge in the dining room which contained cartons
of milk, and the side table had some bowls and cereal. Weet-a-bix he
thought to himself. It was a pretty basic meal, but it would do.

With the meal finished, he thought on the day ahead of him. He had a
cheque for a hundred pounds in his pocket, which he would need to
cash. But the banks would not likely open until around nine o’clock,
so he had nearly two hours to kill. He decided he would take a walk
around Crossden, familiarising himself with it. If he was to find
true love here, he had best get to know the town.

Exiting from the hostel, he made his way down the street, heading for
what seemed to be the centre of town. About twenty minutes later he
had found the main shopping complex and located a couple of banks.
Looking around the shops he noticed a shoe store. Logically, that
would be the first place to stop after he had his money. He couldn’t
go around without shoes forever. Finding a park bench, he sat down
and waited.

He thought of his situation. Being human was definitely an
experience. He’d had sex for the first time as a human the night
before and had been pleasantly surprised at the experience. Perhaps
there would be other things that humanity offered him.

After a fair wait, and life starting to come and go throughout the
complex, the bank in front of him opened up. He entered and came to
the front counter. A pretty lady greeted him, bearing a name badge
that read ‘Sally’. Hi Sally, he said. I have this cheque that I need
clearing. It is from the Social Security office.’ ‘That shouldn’t
be a problem,’ replied Sally. ‘We can clear that right away.’ She
typed the details of the cheque into the computer and opened the
teller drawer. ‘Are tens alright?’ she asked. ‘Yes, that will be
fine,’ replied Satan. She counted off ten ten pound notes and handed
them over to him. He took the money and looked at her. ‘Is that
everything,’ he asked. ‘Yes, that is all,’ she said. ‘Have a nice
day.’ ‘Thanks,’ he said, and exited the bank.

One hundred pounds should be enough to buy him some shoes and some
other basic necessities he thought to himself. Naturally, he would
need some more clothing, and perhaps a suitcase to keep his clothes
in. Hopefully he would have enough. ‘First things first,’ he thought
to himself. ‘Some socks, and then some shoes. Probably some cheap
sneakers.’ He entered the main department store of the complex and
bought some size twelve socks. After this he found an appropriate
pair of sneakers in the shoe shop and bought them. As he walked out
of the store, he felt a lot better. They fitted comfortably and took
away the ache that had started to come from walking on his feet all
the time. ‘Now some clothing’, he thought to himself. He walked
around the shopping complex, until he noticed a Salvation Army store
on the street facing the complex. ‘Clothes there will definitely be
more affordable’, he thought to himself, realising his limited funds.

He walked over and entered the store. After about half an hour he
walked out with two extra pairs of jeans, a couple of t-shirts and a
nice skivvy. It was summer at the moment, so he needn’t worry about
warmer clothing until winter. One other thing he would need would be
some underpants. He returned to the department store and bought three
pair. That should do until his regular payment came in.

Well, his basics were done with. One thing he did remember to get was
a toothbrush and some toothpaste. He realised that being human he
would need such things to keep himself presentable. Whenever he had
the opportunity he wanted to make a good impression on any possible
female contacts.

He counted his money – he had forty two pounds left. That should last
him until his regular payment came in. Of course, he would have to
open up a bank account so that his regular payments could come in. He
decided to return to the bank he had cashed the cheque in and open one
there. He came to the bank, and entered. Again Sally greeted him.
‘Hello again,’ she said. ‘I see you have got yourself together a
bit. Where there problems before?’ ‘You could say that,’ said
Satan. ‘Anyway, I would like to open a bank account. I need
somewhere for my social security payments to come into.’ ‘Sure,’ said
Sally, and asked him for identification. About twenty minutes later,
after filling in various forms, she presented him with an interim ATM
Card. ‘This should do you until your regular card comes through. It
should be about a week and you can pick it up here.’ ‘Excellent,’
said Satan, and smiled at her. ‘Your welcome,’ said Sally, smiling
back at him. ‘I wish you luck.’ ‘Thanks,’ said Satan. He smiled at
her and left the building.

He’d had to make an initial deposit of ten pounds to open the account
– a requirement for that bank, which left him with thirty-two pounds.
That should hopefully last, he thought to himself.

What next? Well, he had already started to think ahead. Although
Crossden was a relatively small town, it did have a nightclub on the
main street were the in-crowd would probably hang each night. He had
found the nightclub earlier that morning when walking along the main
street towards the shops. It was called ‘Babylon Night Club’. He
laughed to himself. ‘Perhaps he would become the ‘Prince of Babylon’
after a while – Lucifer indeed,’ he thought to himself. Of course,
that would be the best place to meet the local women. Hopefully he
would not have to wait too long until he found a suitable love
interest.

He decided to return to the nightclub to check out its opening hours,
which he had forgotten to do earlier. Written in green letters
painted onto the glass door were the opening hours. 7 till 7 – Friday
to Sunday night. Today was Tuesday – three days until Friday night.
That would give him time to familiarise himself with the town and
prepare himself for the night.

Although he was unemployed, he felt it shouldn’t be too much of a
problem. Unemployment was probably quite high in the small northern
Welsh town. There was a minor recession going on at the moment, but
people still mated nonetheless. He was sure with his own experience
with women that he could find one who would call him love. It was
only a matter of time.

Chapter Five

The rest of the day passed, and so did the following two. He spent
most of the time in his own room in the Samaritan Hostel reading the
bible, on Thursday visiting the town library to use the internet. He
had thought about trying the online dating agencies that he’d heard
about, but soon found out that they charged rather hefty expenses.
And he couldn’t quite afford that at the moment.

Friday morning his regular payment came through from Social Security.
Rachel had rung the hostel to inform him that the payment had come
through. He had actually visited her the day before giving her his
bank details. She had smiled warmly at him, asking after his
welfare. She appeared to be a bright, bubbly person, and Satan was
finding himself drawn to her.

The payment was, as promised, two-hundred and eighty-five pounds. As
he didn’t have to pay for his lodging at the Samaritans for another
week and a half, he had some spare spending money for the nightclub.
One hundred pounds should be enough, he thought to himself. That
should definitely take care of all drinks – both for himself and any
potential girls who came his way.

At a quarter to seven on Friday night, Satan prepared himself. He had
bought a nice pair of formal trousers and a shirt from the department
store in town. He wanted to at least look as if he had ‘Some’ money.
He looked at himself in the mirror. ‘Yes, you should do,’ he thought
to himself. He left the hostel and started walking towards the
nightclub. About fifteen minutes later he arrived. As he was unused
to the nightclub scene he didn’t realise that most people didn’t show
up until at least eleven pm at that club. He bought a club soda from
the bar and the bartender told him that the dancing didn’t start until
ten-thirty. He would have to wait around, he thought to himself.
Taking his club soda, he walked over to a table by the side of the
room and seated himself. Club sodas were only two pound, so he could
sip on them for a few hours.

About twenty minutes later an unaccompanied lady entered the club and
walked over to the bar. Satan looked her over. She was dressed in a
black mini-skirt and a red shirt. At the moment he couldn’t see her
face but, after she bought a drink, she turned around. He was
pleasantly surprised – it was Rachel from the Social Security office.
She spotted him and, to his surprise, made her way over to him.
‘Hello Callodyn,’ she said. ‘Do you mind if I sit here. ‘No, not at
all,’ replied Satan. She smiled at him, took a sip on her drink, and
looked around. Satan was curious about her and spoke up. ‘Out of
curiosity, what are you doing here? I assumed you would be married,
or at least have a boyfriend or something.’ ‘No, no boyfriend. And
I’ve never been married. Actually, there isn’t that many males in
Crossden for me to pick from. I mostly come here to socialise and
dance with old friends – usually a bit later. But I decided to come
early tonight as I really had nothing to do.’ She looked at his
clothes. ‘My, you scrub up nicely,’ she said. For the first time in
his existence, Satan blushed. ‘Uh, thanks he said. I was able to
afford these clothes with today’s payment. And I felt like getting
out from the hostel. I found this place on Tuesday, so I thought I
would drop in. Actually, it is the very first time I have been to a
nightclub. I am not actually all that much of a socialite.
Especially, as you could guess, in the past year.’ Rachel smiled at
him. ‘Well, hopefully that will change. Tell you what, if you are
still here later on, you could dance with me if you like.’ Satan
smiled. ‘Yes, sure. That would be great.’

They chatted for the next few hours, mostly Rachel talking about her
life. Satan shared a little of his own – mostly the tale he had
fabricated. Rachel had been born in Crossden hospital, and had lived
here all her life. She had studied a degree in Finance at Cardiff
University, but had returned home as she liked the small town life and
didn’t really like the big city. She lived at home with her mother
Celia, while her Father had passed on. She had a younger brother
called Jeremy who lived on the south side of town, working as a
mechanic. She’d had a couple of boyfriends since she turned eighteen
but now at twenty-six she was single and looking. She was so
desperate that she had recently tried one of the Welsh dating
services. Although the fees were rather high, something Satan could
relate to, there were a fair array of men to choose from.
Unfortunately there was not really anybody in the local area, so she’d
only been on one date, travelling to Cardiff, and that hadn’t really
worked out. ‘I’ll probably always be single,’ she had said to him.
Satan doubted that. From what he had seen and gotten to know of
Rachel, she was a lovely young lady. She had a bubbly personality and
a winning smile. She was reasonably attractive and had a nice body.
He was, as he had said, surprised that she was still single.

At ten-thirty the music started. There were about a dozen people in
the club and some of the females took to the dance floor. Rachel
looked at Satan. ‘Well, are we still on for that dance?’ ‘Sure,’
said Satan. They got to their feet and walked over to the dance
floor. Satan had never tried the modern types of dances. He was used
to the sophisticated jigs of the angels, somewhat afraid to try the
very sensual dances that humanity had developed in recent years.
However, he tried his best. Rachel, he soon found out, was a very
good dancer. Talented, he felt. She waved her arms in the air and
grooved in time to the music. They spent about an hour there dancing,
before Satan said he was feeling a little tired. ‘Sure, we can stop,’
said Rachel. ‘Thanks’, said Satan.

They returned to their table. ‘You dance very well,’ said Satan.
‘You’re a natural, I think.’ Rachel blushed. ‘Thanks, she said. ‘I
do like to dance. It’s a way of letting go and expressing myself.’
‘You certainly do that, said Satan.

They continued to chat for about another hour or so. Eventually
Rachel said that she had to go. ‘I am a little tired,’ she said. ‘I
was up early this morning, and it is getting rather late. So if you
don’t mind I will let you be.’ Satan thought quickly. ‘Umm. Do you
have a car, or are you walking home?’ ‘Walking, actually. I only
live about five minutes from here, and walking saves on petrol. Very
expensive these days, as you probably know.’ ‘Well, I could walk you
home if you like. I am pretty beat myself, so was thinking of leaving
also. But I would be quite happy to walk you back to your place.’
Rachel looked at him, uncertainty on her face. ‘Well, alright, I
guess. I still don’t really know you that well, but you seem
trustworthy to me. Sure, you can walk me home.’ ‘Great,’ said
Satan. They stood and made there way out of the club.

Once outside Rachel pointed towards the north. ‘I live in some flats
just up the road a bit. It’s a two bedroom flat that me and my mum
share. When dad died we sold the home, and moved closer to town. It
has proved quite handy.’

As they walked along, Satan thought about his situation. After only a
few days he had made a female friend. Luck seemed to be on his side.
Naturally, he couldn’t know if Rachel would fall for him or not, but
it was at least a start.

A few minutes later they came to her flat. ‘This is it,’ she said.
‘Number seven on the top floor.’ She looked up and noticed the light
was still on. ‘Mother seems to be up, so I could invite you in for a
coffee if you like.’ ‘Sure,’ said Satan, happy to oblige. They
climbed the stairs and came to number seven. Rachel knocked and
shortly an elderly lady answered the door. ‘Mum, this is a friend of
mine called Callodyn. He is new to town, and I thought he might like
a cup of coffee. I hope you don’t mind.’ ‘No, that is all right,’
responded Rachel’s Mother. ‘Come in Callodyn. My name is Celia.
Make yourself at home. I will put the kettle on.’ Rachel’s mother
led the way into the main living room, and headed towards the
adjoining kitchenette. Rachel motioned for Satan to sit. ‘Coffee or
tea,’ shouted Celia to Satan from the Kitchen. ‘Coffee will be fine,’
responded Satan. ‘I’ll have a coffee too,’ said Rachel. A short
while later Celia returned carrying a tray with three cups of steaming
coffee on them. She handed a mug to Satan who carefully took it. He
took a sip, smiled at its strong flavour, and put the mug down. Celia
looked across at him. ‘So, Callodyn. Your new to town. Have you
come here for a job or something.’ ‘Uh, no actually,’ replied Satan.
‘Not quite’. Rachel spoke up. ‘Callodyn has had a hard time
recently, mother. He has just gone on the Social Security payment
after living on the streets for a fair while. He is staying at the
Samaritan hostel for now.’ ‘Is that so,’ said Celia, a sympathetic
look in her eyes. ‘Yes, the Samaritan hostel. That is just down from
your office, isn’t it Rachel.’ ‘Yes mother, that’s the one.’ ‘And
how are you finding that, Callodyn?’ Celia asked Satan. ‘Oh, its
fine,’ said Satan. ‘After living on the streets it’s a welcome
relief’. I could imagine, said Celia. She yawned. ‘Well, I am quite
tired now. I was just waiting up for you Rachel, but now that you
have company I think I will go to bed.’ ‘Sure’, said Rachel. Celia
got up and picked up the book she had been reading. ‘Well, it was
nice to meet you Callodyn. I hope you find what you are looking for
here in Crossden.’ ‘So do I,’ replied Satan. Celia kissed Rachel and
turned towards one of the doors leading into her bedroom.

After she had gone, Rachel looked towards Satan. ‘She’s a good mum.
Very caring’ ‘I’m sure she is,’ replied Satan. They chatted for
about another 20 minutes, Rachel showing him some photos of her when
she was younger. Eventually Satan felt that he had about stayed his
welcome and decided to leave. ‘Well, I must be going, he said.’
‘Sure,’ replied Rachel. ‘Well, maybe I will see you at the nightclub
again next week. It’s a small town so it will give you something to
do.’ ‘Yes, I guess you will,’ replied Satan. With that said, he got
to his feet. Rachel showed him to the door. ‘Good night Callodyn.
It was very nice to get to know you.’ ‘You too,’ replied Satan. He
smiled at her and turned and made his way down the stairwell.

Chapter Six

Later that night, as Satan retired to his bedroom, he thought about
Rachel. She was indeed a nice girl and had expressed interest in
meeting up with him again. Although he had a full five years to
complete his task, he now thought that he might have it done much
sooner than that. Time would only tell.

Over the next week Satan looked forward to Friday night. In fact he
anxiously anticipated the night, actually looking forward to spending
more time with Rachel. He had been giving her some thought during the
week and reminisced about her bubbly, bright and endearing character.
She was really quite a nice girl and he found that he strongly desired
to meet up with her again.

Eventually Friday night came. He got dressed up in his shirt and
pants again, and left the hostel at around seven pm. Better to be a
little later than last week he thought to himself. When he arrived he
looked around. Rachel was not yet there. Patience, he thought to
himself. She had said she would see him again next week, so he had to
assume she meant it.

After a couple of hours and a few club sodas later, Rachel had still
not arrived. ‘I guess she is not coming,’ Satan reluctantly thought
to himself. He looked down at his club soda and mulled that over. As
he was thinking on the matter, a voice spoke to him. ‘Hello
Callodyn. Glad you could make it.’ He looked up. It was Rachel.
‘Hi Rachel,’ he smiled. ‘I had thought you weren’t coming.’ ‘Oh,
no. I was just busy at home, that’s all.’ She sat down. ‘So, how
has your week been? Do anything interesting?’ ‘No, not really,’
replied Satan. As you probably know, there is not much to do in
Crossden. I visited the library a couple of times. Surfed the net
and read some magazines. But mostly it has been pretty quiet. Such
is the substance of the unemployed life, I guess.’ ‘Yes, I guess so,’
said Rachel. ‘But you seem to be a pretty intelligent guy. Have you
thought about looking for work. You told me you worked in a pub in
Hull. We have a couple of them here in Crossden. Perhaps you could
put your name in?’ Satan looked at her, thinking about that. Rachel
apparently seemed to show concern for his unemployment situation. It
was quite nice of her, he thought, to want to help him out. Another
positive character trait. ‘Yes, I suppose I could do that. But I
don’t actually have a resume anymore.’ ‘Oh, that shouldn’t be a
problem,’ replied Rachel. If you give them my name as a referee I
will be glad to give you a reference.’ Satan smiled. ‘Thanks, he
said. I guess I could do that. It would give me something to do with
my time and I suppose be an extra income.’ ‘Yes it would,’ replied
Rachel.

Again, they chatted on until ten thirty, Satan getting to know here
even better. She told him about her father, who had been one of the
few British soldiers to die in the recent Iraqi conflict. She had
fond memories of him, a glint in her eye as she reminisced. Her life,
so it seemed, revolved around her family. Her brother, Jeremy, was
twenty-five, a year younger than her. He lived with his wife,
Samantha, and they were expecting their first child in a few months.
From what she said, Rachel was certainly looking forward to being an
Aunt. She had a Grandmother who was still alive, who lived in
Beltingham, north of Crossden. She worked in the library there which
stunned Satan. She must have been the librarian who he had met. He
had thought about sharing that with Rachel, but felt better of it,
preferring to keep his recent journeys to himself.

When ten thirty came around, they again took to the dance floor, and
danced this time for about two hours. Satan found that he didn’t
actually mind this modern dancing, and was starting to get used to
it. At around twenty to one they stopped and returned to their seats.

‘That was great,’ said Rachel. ‘You seem to be getting the swing of
it, Callodyn.’ ‘I suppose,’ Satan replied. ‘It is rather tiring
though.’ ‘A young man like yourself should be able to handle that,
though,’ said Rachel. ‘Yes, I guess so,’ said Satan, amused that she
had no idea how old he really was.

Later on, as the night passed, they eventually decided to leave.
Satan once again asked her if he could walk her home, to which Rachel
acquiesced. At the door to her flat Rachel said that it would be best
if he didn’t come in, as her mother had gone to bed. ‘Quite all
right,’ said Satan, understanding the girl’s reservations. Rachel
looked straight at him. ‘But, you can kiss me if you like.’ Satan
stood there stunned. He had not counted on such a situation coming to
the fore so soon. He hesitated a moment, in which Rachel frowned a
little. ‘Well, do you want to or not?’ she asked. ‘Yes, certainly,’
said Satan. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
He felt it would be inappropriate to open his mouth, as they were
still, relatively speaking, getting to know each other. She took the
kiss and closed her eyes. A moment later she opened her eyes and
looked straight at him. ‘That was nice,’ she said. ‘Very,’ replied
Satan. ‘Well, will you be at the club again next week?’ he asked.
‘For sure, said Rachel. I will see you there.’ She smiled and turned
to her door, opened it and went inside. Satan stood there a few
moments before making his way down the stairwell.

As he got home, his mind was full of thoughts, all of them about
Rachel. That kiss had been wonderful, he thought to himself. Rachel
was such a fun-loving girl, and full of life, that Satan could
honestly say he was completely and utterly attracted to her.
Physically, mentally and spiritually attracted. She seemed the
perfect mate. His thoughts were, in fact, so positive about her, that
he had not really thought that much about his agenda with her in the
first place. He had seemingly forgotten that it was her who had to
fall in love with him, and not the other way around.

All that week Satan thought about Rachel. He even walked past the
Social Security office one day to see if he could see her. He spied
her, busily at work, but didn’t go in. He could wait until Friday
night.

When Friday night came around, he tried on a new shirt he had bought.
He had paid the Samaritans for the two weeks ahead, a total of one
hundred and fifty pounds, which left him with about one hundred and
sixty pounds that he had not spent. Subconsciously he seemed to be
saving whatever he could spare.

He arrived at the club at seven thirty. Rachel, he thought, would
probably not be there until later. But he was pleasantly surprised to
find her seated at their usual table. He walked over and smiled at
her. ‘Hello Callodyn,’ she said. ‘Hello Rachel,’ he responded and
sat down.

Later that night, walking her home as usual, Satan was rather
nervous. He was looking forward to possibly kissing her again. When
they came to her door, Rachel looked at him. ‘Would you like to come
in?’ she asked. Satan looked at her, a little shocked at what he
perceived to be forwardness from someone who at first had seemed so
reserved. ‘Sure, all right. I would love to.’ They entered the
flat, and Rachel went to the kitchenette to prepare some Coffee. They
chatted about half an hour before Satan felt that perhaps he should be
going. Rachel looked at him, her eyes gleaming. ‘Sure,’ she said.
‘You can go if you want to. But you could, if you want to that is,
stay the night.’ Satan looked at her. ‘Umm, on the couch you mean?
Well, alright. If you don’t mind.’ ‘Rachel came over to him, and
gave him a short kiss. ‘I wasn’t thinking about the couch, Callodyn’
Satan was shocked. Was Rachel really suggesting what he thought she
was suggesting. However, he soon came to the realization from the
look in her eyes that she indeed was. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I think I can
stay the night.’ She smiled and motioned for him to follow her. She
walked over to one of the doors and opened it. It was her bedroom, of
course, and it had a rather elegant double bed in it. ‘Well, are you
coming?’ she said. ‘Of course,’ replied Satan, and followed her into
her room.

She closed the door and looked at him. ‘We will have to be quiet.
I’m a grown girl now, and my mum respects that, but courtesy is still
important.’ With that said, she smiled, looked at him nervously, and
started to unbutton her shirt. At first he just stood there, stunned
at what was going on in front of him. But, after she motioned for him
to undress also, he started taking off his clothes. Soon they were
both in their underwear. Rachel got on the bed, and spoke.
‘Callodyn, I haven’t been with a man intimately in four years. So you
will forgive me if I’m not up to scratch.’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’
said Satan, who smiled at her. Tenderly he stroked her hair.
‘Rachel, I really don’t know how to say this, but I think I am falling
in love with you.’ Rachel looked at him then looked down. After a
moment she looked back up. ‘Yes Callodyn. I think, perhaps, I am
starting to feel the same about you.’ Satan smiled and moved his lips
forward. They kissed, this time with mouths open, exploring each
others hidden delights.

Later that night, after having made quite passionate love, Rachel had
fallen asleep and Satan just lay on the bed, looking up at the
ceiling. Rachel had been an intense lover, he thought to himself.
The passion with which she had kissed him had been overwhelming. When
he had entered her it felt totally blissful. To make love to someone
he now loved, and in human form, was an experience totally unlike
anything he had ever gone through before. If this was love, he
thought to himself, he wanted it to never end.

Chapter Seven

In the next few weeks life simply got better and better for Satan.
He, at Rachel’s request, applied for work at the Crossden Pubs, and
was successful in getting two weekend shifts at the ‘Red Boar’.
Although he didn’t really have any experience in pouring drinks, he
quickly learned that as long as you could pour a beer, not too much
else was expected. His second night on the job, Rachel came and
visited him. They chatted for ages, and he showed her around the pub,
showing her the back rooms, and the cellar were the lager was stored.

Naturally, they spent most Friday nights at the club, but soon started
having lunches at the small café across from her work place.

One weekend she took him to visit her brother Jeremy. Jeremy was now
a born-again Christian, attending the local Assemblies of God
Pentecostal church. Satan had a great deal of knowledge on the
subject and the two of them talked for hours. Jeremy even invited
Satan to church, something which Satan agreed to. In his many years
on earth he had heard many a sermon on the various virtues of
Christian living. The Pentecostals were, of course, the most fired-up
of the new post-reformation Christian movements, claiming to have the
genuine early church experience of the Holy Spirit – especially with
the evidence of speaking in tongues. Rachel, he found out, was a
modernistic church of England goer, but had a positive attitude
towards her brothers religion, unlike many other of the old church
types in her church. The service was an interesting affair. Many
people indeed spoke in tongues, with one interpretation given. The
tongue itself was not in any language that Satan had ever heard – in
earth or in heaven – but it seemed to satisfy the congregation.

After the service ended, the pastor came up to Satan. Well my friend,
how did you find the sermon. Did it challenge you? May I ask, have
you ever given your life to the Lord Jesus? No, I am not really of
the Christian persuasion,’ responded Satan. ‘More of the Old
Testament perspective on things.’ ‘So you’re Jewish then, are you?
Asked the pastor. ‘No, not Jewish, exactly’ replied Satan. ‘But I
guess I share the same God as the Jews.’ ‘Well, that is a positive,’
replied the Pastor. ‘Belief in God is the foundation of all godly
living. I’m glad to see you’ve got a start.’ ‘Yes, I suppose so,’
replied Satan. ‘Well, if you can, you should see if you can come
again next week,’ said the Pastor. ‘We are preaching on the Devil.’
‘Fascinating,’ replied Satan, slightly amused. ‘I will see if I can
attend’.

The following week Satan did not attend the service. He didn’t really
fancy anymore degradation of his name. Rachel asked him if he would
like to attend the Church of England service instead. She attended
church once every month, occasionally missing. She had told him in
conversation that she did really believe in God, and the Bible to a
degree, but was not really a fundamentalist. She was open to
different perspectives, so she said. This didn’t surprise Satan. For
her to have slept with him so soon after meeting him obviously meant
she was not that taken with the Christian virtue of chastity. That
was just the prevailing culture of the time in which the Scriptures
were written, Rachel had said, showing Satan that she at least had a
view on the issue. For Satan, who had intimate knowledge with the
composition of the Scriptures, her position seemed a reasonable one.

The Church of England had made great progress in the last few years in
redefining their central doctrines. So much so that even the
resurrection, which even Satan did not really fully understand, was
allowed to be questioned by members of the priesthood and laity
alike. Of course, homosexual priests were now quite common. The
church of Englands’ old adversaries, the Catholics, still refused to
ordain homosexual priests, faithfully holding to the ancient teachings
of the New Testament and their holy catechisms.

So Satan agreed to attend church with Rachel.

The service was the traditional mass – high church style. The sermon
itself was on the subject of forgiveness. The priest stressed that,
just as we had been forgiven by God, we should likewise forgive
others. Satan saw the wisdom in the sermon.

Later that night, when the two of them were in bed together, Rachel
asked him a question. ‘Callodyn. If we were ever to, you know,
possibly get married, do you think it could be in the Church of
England. It is the church I grew up with and the one I feel most
comfortable with. I know you are not a Christian, but it isn’t that
problematic, is it?’ ‘Married?’ said Satan, a little shocked. ‘I had
not really thought that far into the future. I mean, that’s a big
step isn’t it. Marriage and all. Are you sure your ready for such a
thing?’ ‘Oh, I didn’t mean we should actually get married,’ said
Rachel. ‘I was just speculating that if such a thing ever became a
reality, we could make it in the Church of England.’ Satan looked at
her. ‘Well, yes. If you like. The Church of England is a fine
choice. I generally agree with much of what they go on about. Yes,
it won’t be a problem.’ Rachel smiled, and hugged him. ‘You know,
Callodyn, you are my one true love. I would forsake all others to be
with you.’ Satan looked at her, her eyes shining. ‘Dearest Rachel, I
feel the same about you.’

One week later, Satan started to think about his life as human. He
had gone from searching for a woman to love him, to actually falling
in love himself. And now he had the potential for living out a life
with his love. He was thinking this over late one night, when he
heard a knock on his hostel door. Rising from his bed, he went over
to the door, and opened it. Standing there was his one-time lover,
the female Onaphim Aphrayel. She smiled at him, and entered the
room. After briefly looking the room over, she turned towards Satan.
‘Well, Satan, it would seem as if you have had success. We have been
watching you from heaven and are aware that the woman Rachel has
expressed her deepest love for you, preparing to forsake all others to
be with you.’ ‘Yes,' said Satan, 'that is the case.’ ‘You have done
well,’ replied Aphrayel. ‘Yet, I am sure you remember the terms of
the agreement. For you to return to the realm, you must reveal to her
your true identity. You must tell her you are Satan, the Devil.’
Satan looked at Aphrayel, and then looked away. Soon he returned his
gaze towards the Seraphim. ‘Look, I don’t know if I can really do
that. I – I love Rachel. Deeply. So much so that I am thinking
about asking her to be my wife. I couldn’t run the risk of letting
her know my true identity. She would leave me for certain.’ ‘That is
unfortunate,’ replied Aphrayel. Yet the terms are irrevocable. For
you to return to the realm, you must tell the woman your true
identity. You must let her know you are Satan himself.’ ‘Yes, I
know, I know,’ said Satan. ‘I guess there is nothing else for it. I
will just have to tell her who I am.’ ‘Yes, you will, replied
Aphrayel. Fortunately, time is on your side. You still have well
over four years to share this news with her. Should you be
successful, you will be returned to the realm immediately.’ With
those words spoken, Aphrayel smiled at Satan, excused herself, and
left the room.

A number of weeks later, Satan felt the time was right to tell Rachel
who he really was. If she could accept his true identity, and still
love him, he would be able to return to the realm straight away. But
was it worth the risk of losing her, he thought to himself. He loved
her deeply, and didn’t really want to run the risk of losing her in
any way. But the thought of returning to the realm was also a
compelling pull on his life. I will have to see what love really is
made of, he thought to himself.

After they had been out to see a movie, and were walking along the
main street of Crossden, Satan took her aside. ‘Rachel,’ he said.
‘There is something I need to share with you. Something of grave
importance.’ Rachel looked straight at him. ‘Whatever could it be,
dearest Callodyn?’ Callodyn looked straight into her eyes, and then
realized just how much he loved her so. Suddenly it became clear what
he should say. ‘Rachel, my dearest. Will you’ - he paused looking
for the courage – ‘will you marry me?’ ‘Rachel looked straight at
him, then a smile of pure joy came over her face. Oh. Oh Callodyn.
Of course Callodyn. Oh definitely. I love you so and would be
honoured to be your wife.’ Callodyn smiled and hugged her. He hadn’t
told her who he was but knew that he couldn’t. He loved her too much.

Three months later, they wed. St Bartholomew’s Church of England
hosted the service, with a large turnout. The reception was held at
the ‘Babylon’ night club, with most of Rachel’s close friends and
family in attendance.

Later that night, when the partying was nearly over, Callodyn spied a
familiar face at the back of the club. It was Aphrayel. He walked
over to her and queried her presence. ‘What are you doing here
Aphrayel. I don’t remember inviting you?’ ‘It has come to our
attention that you have not shared your true identity with the woman
Rachel, and married her anyway. Because of this, the situation has
changed.’ ‘What do you mean, the situation has changed?’ ‘Father has
decided that unless you share your true identity with the woman
Rachel, she will be taken from you to the grave - and that within one
week from now.’ Satan looked at her, the anger apparent on his face.
‘But you said I had five years to tell her. You are changing the
terms – that is terrible. It can’t be right!’ ‘Those terms were
incumbent upon you sharing your true identity with the woman ‘Before’
any marriage took place. Father has deemed that such a marriage,
between an angel and a human, is only lawful if both partners are
completely aware of the identity of the other. Thus, as you failed to
tell Rachel who you were, she will be taken from you within one week –
unless of course you share with her your true identity.’ Satan looked
at her, the anger on his face apparent, then spat at the ground.
‘Very well, I will tell her who I am. But heaven be damned if she
leaves me.’ With that said, Satan turned away from the female
Onaphim, and returned to the party.

Two days later, Satan felt the time had come. He and Rachel were on
their honeymoon, staying in a small hotel on the Welsh coast. After
having made love that morning, the two of them were relaxing on the
large king-size bed. Satan dreaded what he had to say to her, but
knew that there was no escaping it. God had deemed it so. He looked
at her, smiling at his love. ‘Rachel,’ he said softly. There is
something I need to share with you.’ Rachel looked at him. ‘Yes, my
love. What is it?’ Satan steeled himself. ‘Rachel,’ he began. ‘It
is about my name. My name is not really Callodyn Bradlock. Rather,
it is a much older name. A name with an identity associated with
it.’ Rachel gave him a puzzled look. ‘Whatever could you mean
Callodyn? What do you mean, your real name?’ Satan looked straight
at her. ‘I am not Callodyn Bradlock at all. That is not my real
name. I am, in truth, Satan the Devil. I am the ancient adversary.’
Rachel looked at him for a moment, a puzzled look on her face, and
then laughed. ‘Oh, Callodyn. You do have such a strange sense of
humour.’ Satan took hold of her, and gave her a direct look. ‘I am
telling you the truth. I am Satan, the Devil. The old adversary.’
Rachel looked at him, and could tell he was being serious. ‘Ok. If
you are Satan, the Devil, then prove it. Prove to me that you are
actually the Devil.’ Satan looked at her then said, ‘Very well, I
shall.’ He looked at her again, and thought about the situation. Now
that he had told her, and she had responded with unbelief, he was not
sure what he actually could do next to prove himself. If she simply
didn’t believe him, what could he actually do. All of a sudden, a
light shone down into the room, coming from an unknown source. And a
voice accompanied the light. ‘THE TERMS ARE FULFILLED. YOU HAVE KEPT
YOUR WORD AND TOLD HER THE TRUTH.’ Rachel looked stunned. ‘What the
hell was that?’ she said. ‘What was that voice and that light.’
Satan looked at her, and then felt a change come over his body.
Gradually he changed form, coming into the angelic form he previously
inhabited. He looked at Rachel and spoke up. ‘I love you Rachel,
please believe me.’ Before he could say anything else, he was
suddenly caught up in another light storm. It dragged him up through
the ceiling of the room, up into the air above the hotel. And
suddenly he was spinning in a vortex of light. The sensation was
familiar. He had felt such a thing when he was originally exiled to
Earth from the realm. Soon there came into view a bright, glowing
vista before him. It was the golden city of the realm - once his
home. Soon he landed on the ground, and the light left him. He was
home. He looked around. Standing just before him was the Logos.
When Satan stood up, the Logos came forwards. ‘Greetings Brother
Samael.’ Samael was Satan’s name before he had fallen. It would seem
it was now restored to him. ‘Welcome home.’ The Logos came forward
and hugged him. Just then Satan, now Samael, noticed that there were
actually a number of angels standing before him. Sandalphon was
there. So was Aphrayel. As well as his old friends Atros, Belzavier,
Raznadore and Shadray. They had all come out to greet him. ‘Welcome
home brother,’ they all said in unison. ‘It is so good to see you.’
Samael smiled, and looked around. He was home. Whatever else, he was
home.

Chapter Eight

In the next few months Samael adjusted to life once again in the
heavenly realm. It was a blissful feeling, naturally. Totally unlike
the difficult sojourn he had faced on earth. The second week back he
had been given an audience with the Father in the central throne
room. God had greeted his son, and welcomed him warmly back to
heaven. His atonement was now complete. He had been returned to a
full standing in the angelic community, and could now take up his
previous position.

However, as the months slowly passed, and a year approached, Samael
felt a longing in his heart. It was Rachel. The daughter of Eve, the
woman who he had married and fell in love with – the woman he now felt
an unbearably deep longing for. Certainly, he had desired to return
to the realm, now realising that had been the trade-off. But he
questioned in his heart wether or not he had really done the right
thing. Human love was so strange. So compelling and so urgent.
Angelic love was much softer and patient. Gentler even. But, it was
human love that, for Samael, ultimately held the most appeal. Yet
what could he do? He now lived in the realm and could only visit
Earth when sent there by his Father. How could he return to his true
love, Rachel.

* * * * *

At the end of his year sojourn back in heaven, Samael decided that he
would act upon Aphrayel’s words. He would see Father about his
concerns. It was his final hope. Perhaps Father would consent to
Samael returning to Earth. He at least had to try.

* * * * *

The day of his appointment came and Samael fronted the throne room.
God was an omnipresent being, but related to the angels through the
mediancy of the ever-burning fire situated atop of the throne. God
greeted him. ‘WELCOME SAMAEL. WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS WITH ME TODAY?’
Father, as you know I came from Earth just last year, leaving a woman
who had professed her deepest love for me. However, I also love her,
and that greatly. The love is so compelling that I feel I can’t live
without it. I ask you, in your mercy, please return me to Earth and
allow me to live out my life with the woman Rachel. God was silent
for a while. However, he eventually spoke. ‘SAMAEL, I HAVE SEARCHED
YOUR HEART. I KNOW THAT THIS LOVE IS INDEED TRUE. AS YOU HAVE ATONED
FOR YOUR SIN IN MY SIGHT, I WILL GRANT YOU THIS REQUEST. YOU WILL
RETURN TO EARTH TO LIVE AS A MORTAL. WHEN YOU DIE, YOU WILL BE
RETURNED HERE TO HEAVEN. RACHEL MAY ALSO LIVE WITH YOU HERE IN HEAVEN
WHEN SHE DIES, RATHER THAN IN HUMANITIES PARADISE. THIS GRACE I WILL
ALLOW YOU. GO IN PEACE, MY SON.’ Samael stared at the flames, until
realisation of what God had said dawned upon him. He had been
successful. Praise God, he thought to himself. Praise God.

One week later, after having bid his friends farewell, Aphrayel came
to his abode. ‘Are you ready?’ she asked. ‘As ready as I ever will
be,’ replied Samael. ‘Very well, let us go.’ Just then the familiar
vortex of light appeared over Samael’s head. It soon encompassed him
and the familiar journey to Earth took place.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes, and looked around. He was
dressed in Jeans and a T-Shirt, and stood just in front of the
Samaritan hostel. He was back in Crossden. ‘Thank God’, he thought
to himself. Looking at the sky, it was about midday. He didn’t know
what day of the week it was, but decided to try looking for Rachel at
work. He ran as fast as he could to the Social Security office.
Looking in through the window, he spied Rachel at her desk. She
seemed sad. A look of despair was on her face. Just then, Satan
regretted ever leaving her. Love was such an important thing he
thought to himself. He would never let it go again.

He entered the building, and came to her desk. Without looking up,
Rachel asked, ‘Yes, can I help you.’ Samael smiled. ‘Yes, you can,
wife of mine.’ Rachel quickly looked up, shocked at the person
standing before her. ‘Callodyn,’ she said. ‘Is it, is it really
you.’ ‘Yes, my love. It is I.’ She got to her feet and ran quickly
around the side of the desk, almost bowling him over, throwing her
arms around him. ‘Oh my dearest. Callodyn. Callodyn. I had thought
I had lost you forever. That day in the hotel – I thought it had been
a hallucination. And suddenly you were gone.’ Samael looked into her
eyes. ‘That was a test of heaven dear Rachel,’ he said. ‘Perhaps
both for me and you. But it is over now. And I will never leave you
again. I swear that to you.’ She continued to hug and kiss him, the
absolute joy in her face giving pure happiness to Samael’s heart.
Samael had found true love. True, pure and honest love. Love that
would last forever.

Epilogue

God considered the life of Rachel. In due course, she would die, and
with Samael join him in the Realm of Infinity, which would be her
home. Rachel was to be a special human. And more than human –
angelic. He thought on the words she had once spoken, about the only
love for God being an Israelite queen. God thought on his nature, and
understood his children’s perspective, which were to his mind in some
ways opposed. An infinite being did not relate in exactly the same
ways that finite beings did. It did not seek the types of
relationships, or the same type of love, in the same way, that his
creations did. Many of them yearned for love – deeply. But God had
existed eternally alone. Love had been in him – it surrounded him –
it filled his life and soul. Each moment he dwelt in spiritual
bliss. The creation of Angels and Mankind had been from a yearning,
though, to express that love. To let it have a medium, an avenue, in
which he could share his heart and joy. But that love needed to be
tested. It needed to go through certain trials and tribulations
before it could be shown to be real – to be shown to be genuine.

Life on earth was part of that test and trial for his children. In
this life they would learn love and joy – yet because of the nature of
evil, hate and despair as well. Such was the reality of their
condition, a reality he knew so well.

Rachel, a child of Israel, was, despite her thinking otherwise, to be
his queen one day. He had many queens, many beloved daughters and
princesses – but Rachel was to be the lastborn of the Cherubim, and
the firstborn of the Ketravim. She, like Semyaza, Michael and the
others, held a special place in his heart. They were the firstborn,
his beloved ones. Other children did capture his heart in a way that
they did not always do so, but they would be, due to their birthright,
the honoured ones. The ones set apart for a glory all their own.

Rachel was loved. And in the destiny ahead of her, he would make her
aware of the love that was felt for her. Both his own, and that of
many others. Many others.

THE END
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