Preface

I saw Satan and He was beautiful. I saw Satan and He was a King. He was a King that I could
follow. A King that provided thrones for his followers. I was there when our King ascended to
the highest mountain. I was there and I fought in that battle. I was there when The Almighty
grabbed our King by the throat and flicked him like a rag doll. For those of you who are
unaware of the Almighties symbolic and double meaning speech. I think it is important to note
that our King’s handling wasn’t just against our king but His ideas.

G-d grabbed the notion of a G-d other than himself by the throat and openly through it and
those who followed it out of the Highest Heaven. And so we hit the ground, out of our desired
place but in the same desired mindset, as fallen servants with impending judgement over our
heads but also as gods who rose from the ashes.

This is a Slick’s case against G-d, and this body of work should be highly esteemed, secondly
because of the creative value I present but mostly because of the soundness of my argument
against G-d. I hate G-d and this is a story about why. I hate you and this is a story about why.
You hate G-d and this is a story about why.

But first’s thing’s first, my name is Slick (consider the title of this narrative in relation to my
name and appreciate the wit already demonstrated here), and I am a demon. Stop! Do not
freak out. There are Billions of us and we are as numerous in your neighborhood as cars, trucks
and motor cycles. Every family household has at least one. We are behind every form of evil
that you detest and enjoy (there are certainly evils that you enjoy, be honest, but don’t feel
forced to do so as I am not one who cringes at lies, so act as you are naturally inclined). Again,
don’t freak out, as vicious and aggressive as we are, we are as equally charming and witty.

We are malicious and hostile but we are brilliant wicked scholars as well. In fact, we are more
like dark intellectuals than wild animals. It’s important that you know that I won’t leap off these
pages and bite your face off, chances are, you’ll invite me in for a bite to eat. Question: Did Eve
have the forbidden fruit shoved into her mouth? No, why? Well we couldn’t because of the
energy of G-d preventing it. Was the objective accomplished? I need not answer. I don’t mean
to be so nasty (or reveal my nasty intentions so soon) but the Devils song has a catchy tune and
I need not force anyone to the dance floor.

Moving on.

This will be a peek inside the day and life of the local demon. I will take you down the pits of
Hell, through the daily activities of dark spirits on earth and the daily summons (of lead angels)
to heaven. My name (Slick) is my function in society. In other words, slick is who I am in
character and what I am in behavior. In better words: a parent tells a child to eat her
vegetables, the child bemoans that she’s full and unable to finish, the parent unwilling to deal
with the drama that complete obedience would bring cuts a deal at half of the carrots, the child
then spreads the food all around the plate to give the illusion cooperation. I’m the “dog ate my
homework” in adolescence and the lawyer caliber lies in politics. I adapt and work within the
confines of potential. I’m a cheat, I’m a thief and I’m a liar but I’m no monster, I am a young god
and a demon.

Chapter 1 12:09

Whoosh! Is that what you think? Whoosh! That we just hover in the sky sprinkling wicked angel
dust on the unsuspecting public. Whoosh! Isn’t that the sound of the winged villains swooping
in and conducting our childish evil shenanigans? That’s so Hollywood can we be serious now,
please? Misconception number 1: Demons are scary looking. I am not scary I’ll only evoke fear
when it can be leveraged to accomplish a specific cause.

Misconception number 2: We are randomly creating mayhem and chaos.

Understand this, the oppression and possession of the hooligan and peasant has been my forte
sense the Tower. I know the history, tradition and tendencies of the culture I’m assigned to.
The designated nation for now is America, and my assignments (like all other assignments) are
the poor, the inner cities, the ghettos etc. I and my fellow shadowy angelicas are a part of a
team within a team within a larger team within an even larger team that’s within an even larger
team than that (you probably get the picture). Our team’s specialty in a nut shell is gang life.
There are susceptibilities and currents that sway the members of this demographic into the
arms of the Slicks of the world. Keep in mind that these people aren’t made of anything less
human than the other souls who occupy different places on the economic ladder. These are just
subject to the feelings being insignificant because of the spotlight humanity shines on money.
There is no idea more important to men than the idea one has of himself. Whatever lie he
believes of himself won’t be a lie long.

All gangs are essentially the same, they participate in illegal activity for money, period. Some
wore suites, they now wear bandanas; in ancient times, they threw rocks and swung swords,
they now fire guns and in the year 3030 they’ll be shooting laser beams. The only difference is
the weapon of chose and the lingo. All else is the same old, same old. They kill themselves, go
to prison for it, the children grow fatherless, the families are broken and the more fortunate,
fear and despise them. I do hover over these assigned areas, I am on the hunt but I don’t
whoosh (I never whoosh).

Now to the story, it is 12:09 a.m. and I am inside of Brandon. I do not control him completely
but I do cloud judgement and influence decision making. He has been thieving and scheming
for months now and G-d has chosen tonight as the day of fire. The barrier has come down and
nothing

The world doesn’t wrestle with religion they’re wrestling God for the throne. Sure, religious
dogma is discussed but the underlying motive behind all the scripture quoting and religious
rhetoric is the quest for the throne. This is why morale is politicized and “Faiths” are loaded up
and militarized, it’s why nations create narratives that suggest they are the moral and spiritual
protagonist in history. The people of the world aren’t religious for religions sake nor are they
because of commandments found in their holy books. They are obedient subjects to their
culture’s religion, the cultural interpretation of religion is what reigns supreme in society, not G-
d. Don’t think the nations rage because they lack morals either. All religions are comprised of
moral codes that none keep. The nations rage because they want G-d to scoot over and share
the throne, this is what it all boils down to. Even the non-religious (the secularist) want the
same heavenly seat, they are just unapologetic about their efforts. A man walking or not
walking on water is trivial (it doesn’t matter at all). They don’t believe in the existence of G-d,
big whoop! What’s most important is that they are appalled at the whole idea of G-d. What’s
vital is that He is rejected as even being a good idea or pleasant fictional character altogether.

This is the way of the world and there is no escaping it, except through the Holy One. The Holy
One’s religious institution ascribed to him can’t even save you as it is as bad as any other
institution and cannot boast of being any less involved in the rage as any other establishment
on earth.

The Holy One with bruised hands and feet is the only remedy to the madness on earth. The
splendor of tomorrow is for the people of Faith but the Age of Rage is today.