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Chapter Three - Sytry!!!

CHAPTER THREE - SYTRY!!!

They have a hierarchy, definitely weighted top to bottom, yet not corporate, more created out of respect. You gotta like that. On top, the one, the only, the legend, Sir Satan. Than there's like Lucifer his right hand Light Bearer and next just make up a bunch of names, only a few of us aware will know any difference. But for sure there is like Sargatanas for invisibility and Gamygyn for news of the naughty dead and man there's a whole lot more, a whole lot.

And finding them isn't that difficult. Same idea as when you connect with the Devil so therefore we have the Angels.

So, you are looking at that tree glowing green in the setting sun under a foggy mist and it's all a poster for 'Magnificence', well, yup, thereupon there is also a poster for 'Use Your Body for Pleasure and Satisfaction!'. You just gotta make the damn image, A.K.A., pact, and get busy!

Sytry came to me, or I picked him. Don't matter, here we are. Cool cat Senor Sytry, 'Jussus secreta libenter detegit feminarum, eas ridens ludificansque ut se luxorise nudent', very giving. Wants the best for me, they all do. We are the humans born to die, life through death, so they want us to live it up while we can, to stop being so f*****g controlled and passive and dumb and weak. This is their wish for us - They so wish to awaken us.

Well, being that in my present times of the here and now I've actually got most of my wits, I put it out, "Man, pretty much all the basics. I was so f*****g pathetic for so long, walking with holes in my shoes and piss stains on my pants and being ridiculed by all the lower common denominator addicts and always told 'No' by skanks and every damn time being garnished and subpoenaed and harassed by every institutional b***h from The Feds to f*****g loser strip mall lawyers, and, and, just wait, let me stop. That's the tip of the iceberg and a good enough sick sample of my torrid wasted past life , but lets stop, so yeah, let me close my eyes and tap the ruby red slippers three times. For my end of this convening, just make me one, let me be all I was created to be."

"You got it. Yes!", wicked smile that Sytry. "And, here is what we need."

Whoops!, I kinda forgot about my end, the reflective light of the pact.

"Justice. Change all this s**t in society. Does anyone around here think? Who all understands freedom? Who lives free? In all the mystery of what you all slightly fathom about your universe, how are any of you o.k with a surveillance camera snapping a picture of you running a rigged red light and then billing you all to suicides!?!"

"I'm not o.k with any of that crap!"

"We know you're not, part of the reason why you are getting a deal. So, when the hell are you gonna do something about all this bullshit!?!"

"Well, i'm thinking I can..."

"Don't answer me now. Do." chimes Sytry. "Just do it!"

"You know", my turn to add to our chatter chatter, "a lot of brainless f***s think Nike came up with 'Just do it'. Oh, hell no. It was my man back in the day Kurtis Blow in 'The Breaks'. 'Just do it, Just do it, Just do it do it do it!!!’ "

A sinister happy wink flickered from Sytry. And it was not solely for me, but more for all the emptiness, to all those other freak Demons in their hidden atmospheres watching and enjoying our banter. Fun for all, Sytry and I!

"Just fix it my boy. We all out here in the Other Worlds are tired of seeing you all get stepped on and spit out. We want the waste of your Spirits to cease, to end. So you, yeah you, go fix it. That's our deal. Our deal. Done. Deal?"

"Done deal."

"Sold!"

Oh-oh!!!