I KILLED SATAN, A short Story,

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I KILLED SATAN

I just killed Satan. It was an accident, I swear. I meant it but I also did not. I saw a window of opportunity during our fight to the death and I went for it. A split second, a thrust to his jugular and he fell dead.

Satan was — until I killed him — a magnificent demon, the bearer of light, having villas all over the world, like the Montpelier Villa near Dublin, the one in Ireland. Satan was an extraordinarily hostile person toward everybody and everything, except me. I was one of his most promising student. He knew I would become one of his trusted lieutenants, maybe entitled with a permanent vicary at the gate of hell, or something like that.

I attended Hellfire University along with prominent politicians, bankers and celebrities, gentlemen like Horace Walpole and the Baron of R. I later graduated with cum laude.

The Sumerian language had no secrets for me, nor the incantations to the lesser demons and those cherished by King Salomon. What could have stopped me from opening a counter-religious military order? I contemplated for a while becoming the Grand Master of the order of the Ludicrously Rich Mercenaries of the Savage Heathen or even Satan’s Own Private Bodyguard.

I opted for a more regular situation as a lawyer. I would take a case on the behalf of the poorest and then lose the trial…