When we are just small children, a very clear image of Satan is implanted into our minds through both the media and the legends of our culture. A tall, horned creature, he is red-skinned and spike-tailed and wears a pointed black goatee beard; and of course, he carries a pitchfork wherever he goes. All remarkably similar, in fact, to the depiction of Ming the Merciless in the infamous Flash Gordon movie. Yet as we grow, the ‘Ming’ look, for want of a better phrase, seems less frightening to our maturing minds. Instead, a different form begins to take hold of our imaginations. Satan shifts and changes as we age, becoming the embodiment and personification of whatever, it is that we fear, loathe and despise. And that is precisely what he means to be. As Lucifer passes across the threshold of
