BeltleZar and OgliDick didn’t like one another. BeltleZar thought OgliDick stank of burnt hair and scorched flesh. OgliDick didn’t like Beltlezar telling him what to do all the time or telling the boss everything that worked was, of course, Beltlezar’s idea and everything that went wrong was OgliDick’s fault. The person they both hated most was Altiseer, a minor angel who tormented both of them. He always showed up when they were having the best fun and would quote the God rule book. You can’t do this you can’t do that, it must appear to be natural, no overt acts of God blah blah blah. Didn’t God know they had a job to do and sometimes you had to break the rules?
Take this fool for example.
Grog, that’s what they called him because he was an idiot who thought life was pretty good. Sure people didn’t get on with him too well because he always forgot their name. “People don’t like forgetting their name do they,” he was fond of saying, “take me...”
Grog wandered the dark alleys and often remembered his mothers telling him to wash, but just as often he forgot. He was drooling over why so many people held their nose as they yelled at him to, “piss off.”
A shaft of sunlit amber glory radiated color from a small flower growing out of the wall. Green leaves, white petals and speckles of yellow transfixed Grog who delighted in the thin stem as it curved up to embrace the colors. He gently touched the roots sticking out of the crumbling concrete. “Aw,” he said.
Zar and Dick, demons always have their last name first and their first name last just to screw with everybody, were standing on the roof of the building. Zar was kicking at some bricks trying to loosen them enough to let fly and crack Grog on the nog when Altiseer appeared. Dick tapped Zar on the shoulder and he snapped to, like nothing was happening, standing in front of the bricks which were teetering on the brink.
Altiseer’s burning eyes gleamed at the culprits.
“The bricks were loose,” said Dick.
“Loose?” echoed Altiseer.
“Teetering,” said Zac, “Justifiable.”
“Yea,” said Dick.
As Altiseer closed his eyes and started praying Zac nudged the top brick and it went flying straight down to create merry hell but thudded harmlessly on the ground.
Eyes almost shut and smiling Grog danced and sang down the lane with the vision brightness and the colors in his soul. He would hold it fast and remember the love it gave him.
Zar’s tormented howl ran through the silence surrounding the halfwits song. Altiseer was gone as Zar lifted a brick and scrowled in demon grut, “I told you to warn if God’s dog appeared.” He smashed the brick down on Dick’s brow who went flying down straight to hell but smashed on the garbage dumpster in the lane. It tore out his guts and cracked his bones as he screamed but demons can’t die. He stuffed everything back in and cursed the idiot he hated so much.
In a park the night crawlers lurk. Humans dressed in drugs and guns blended with shadows. Screeches of naked sex banging on car bonnets mingled with howls of delight. Time passes waiting. Fools come with money down the pathways of sorrow, some beg for destruction.
Zar and Dick whispered in ears, “See the child of things you hate, there near the edge of light. What fun to tear his heart out, no one will see you in the dark.”
Along the footpathed edge of darkness Grog skips then stops below the lantern light. Moths and bugs hum and fly about searching for an ancient answer to their urgency. Crawled upon unsatisfying light they fly away but cannot leave, trapped forever by desire. Grog stares, lost in the whirling humming insect world of light. A dog barks and runs towards Grog, they embrace, he with arms and dog with licking tongue. They laugh and runs across the road.
The road erupts with hating shadows and mad eyed frenzies crazy for vengeance to take away their pain. Flashing blue and red screeching cars disgorge blue men booming and spitting fire. Zar and Dick whisper fear into the blue men’s ears as evil surrounds them but they are soldiers and will not yield. The shadows retread leaving dead humans behind, lying in the street, some are blue soldiers.
The dog leads Grog away with urgency of hunger as the wind blows the sounds of sorrow away. They forget the flashing lights and booming sounds and wander up the road to the night markets.
Laughing, dancing and playing with the dog Grog falls down an open manhole and splatters on the concrete floor. Dog barks, Grog moans then forgets the pain and rising to his feet looks up to see the starry sky and dogs face looking though the round manhole. Dog is smiling and panting, some of his drool drops onto Grogs face.
“I’m OK,” says Grog, “How did I get down here.”
“Stop fooling around and get back up here,” says dog, “I’m hungry. Roof.”
OgliDick is standing in the dark and though demons can’t die they sure can feel a lot of pain. He wants to smack Zar in the back of the head then tie him up and drop him in the murky water flowing down the drainage channel. He figures he can get away with it because Zar is busy calling up a horde of pink eyed rats. Demons can see quite well in the dark and as the first rats start running up Grogs leg Dick picks up a rusty piece of water pipe and hits Zar in the back of the head, it makes him feel so good he hits him a few more times then ties him up and drops him in the water.
Grog screams as rats scurry towards his privates, and runs off into the darkness knocking Dick into the shit infested sewage.
Dog knows the city fairly well, he’s been down the storm water drains before, and runs to the next manhole barking and scratching on the metal cover. Some emergency workmen working on the roads see him and lift up the cover. Dog sticks his head in and Grog comes bursting out yelling, “Agh auh,” as he pulls down his pants and several rats scurry of into the night. They know the city pretty well too and run straight to a nice rubbish disposal outside the night market.
After dogs warm greeting Grog sees the lights and colors of the market and promptly forgets everything, he loves blue as much as red but he loves yellow almost as much as greens.
Lots of people walk around the stands of red tomatoes, speckled mangos, books and at the Chinese takeaway Mr. Lin greets them with noodle soup and special fried rice. He doesn’t mind that Grog smells a bit and dog looks scruffy, he knows they bring him good luck. Ever since they came that first time and he fed them his business had improved, they were good luck. He knew the Buddha loved them and took special care of them.
Mr, Lin phoned the young adult home, as he usually did, and soon Elle arrives. Dog runs off into the night. Elle takes Grog back to the home. He washes, they give him fresh clothes and let him watch TV with the others. Those who care for everyone are glad he is back, things are always more peaceful when he is home. In the morning Grog walks around in the garden, shafts of light break through the clouds and spread their color among the flowers, shrubs and trees. Birds sing, insects buzz, a dragonfly smacks into a glass window, bounces off and hovers for a while uncertain of what just happened.
Distraught young adult homes, especially those surrounded by security fencing with locks on the gates, were great for creating hell on earth – thought Zar and Dick. Screaming, despair and hopelessness were their torments of choice and the boss needed results. Words like, “There’s something unusual about that one,” didn’t go down well. Telling Beelzebub there was this fat stupid looking kid called Grog stuffing up the works almost got Zar thrown back to the seventh level of tar and burning pits. Fear, of course, is a demons constant companion and it got worse whenever the fat kid was around. They had to get rid of him somehow.
Zar and Dick didn’t like the daylight but they were looking down the barrel of eternity and weren’t going to waste any opportunity to get rid of Grog. The damn dog was staring straight at Zar as he twiddled the lock on the gate and it swung open.
Grog walked out. After warm greetings he and dog walked off towards the sunshine. Zar and Dick followed close behind.
“We’ll get him this time,” said Dick.
Zar whacked him on the back of the head, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the damn sewer you threw me into, first chance I get I’m going to put you in it and I don’t mean the sewer.” Both demons lost all self control, they clawed and bit, tore flesh and sliced open guts as a spirit of frustrated madness overcame them.
Altiseer turned to look at the two minions of evil. He felt pity for such miserable creatures but had to admit he enjoyed the game he played with them. At least it kept BeltleZar and OgliDick out of any real trouble. Dog barked and wandered off with his friend Grog.
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