Birds Of A Feather
Every war is won or lost by first fighting battles; sneak attacks, ambushes or crusades, campaigns. And depending on which side you are on, sometimes it doesn’t feel very good.
Now for Pentateuch, it is one thing to be put in his place by the Divine One, Canisso’s untimely demise being an example. It is something that he has had to accept as a precondition for his status as chief Earthly foil. But to have been pricked in the side by mere humans, as is the case with the recent loss of his handy habitation in Rome, is utterly unacceptable.
What puzzles him the most is how those pesky gnats were able to locate his papal perch in the first place. It is not like he is the owner of a worldwide franchise: a SATAN’S PLACE sign hanging on the front of each of his lairs.
Being known, unwelcome byproduct of his infamous misdeeds, is not a situation that he is comfortable with. The fewer human beings who see him as real the better; he can prowl and devour much easier with mass ignorance.
The other nagging issue is, if he has squashed the threat to his Great Deception, then why it feels like the battle continues to rage on is a mystery, even to his darkened doorsteps.
He really misses that Canisso guy, having had good confidence in the area of creature loyalty. He is not the first company casualty in the course of human history, of those devoted to Pentateuch, but as it applies to the Great Deception, there is no replacing Canisso.
Come to think of it, most of his current problems seem to revolve around the proximity or lack of said and the one named Cephus. The Divine One didn’t strike him down at Tolentine like He did Canisso, nor was Cephus at Via Catone the night of the annihilation as he was expected to be.
“Establishing a strategic base with both the requisite temperature control and placement near religious confluence is critical, Cephus. Find me another one before the day is out.” Because of the eternal heat of his primary dwelling place, where this fallen angel must spend the majority of his time in the company of dead non-believers, he has found it necessary to regenerate his countenance in a refrigerated environment while spending time “above” the Lake of Fire. “I have had that building since before my faithful Petrarch’s corruption had to give way to that tepid reawakening. I so long for another dark age! ” The age of forgetfulness was a fertile playground for nearly a millennium. He attempts to add a historical frame for his cause, into the soul of Cephus.
And Pentateuch has a singular way of summoning his subjects, lacking the omnipotence of the Divine One. It is definitely off-worldly and without a physics elucidation, and can be directed at a single person; hearing things that are inaudible to everyone else.
Daniels/Spencer/Cephus has that exclusive receptor and though it startles him every time, he generally responds, in accordance to his nefarious duties. Considering the recent setbacks suffered by his current manic manager, James/Daniels has been removed from his “Spencer/Cephus” cloak by the home office, in a preemptive attempt to save him from harm. They cannot remove any telepathic traces that remain, but he can jettison three of his five names, “The Rogue” expiring along with his Vatican and Hades tags.
The Dark Deceptor is calling, but no one is home. Daniels girds himself, while aftershocks are being felt around the world, even in places without continental faults; Geiger Counters chatter in the wake of a big planetary belch.
Possessive to the core and persistent to a (with) fault, Pentateuch reaches out to his new favorite mischief-maker Langston Cannon. Considered a charlatan and a madman by his critics, this inspired individual has begun to express himself in print. He has left his mark in the genre named Science Fiction, but that is fiction is the purest sense. He wants to be recognized as a pioneer in real science and in his book Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health he steps into the burgeoning field of “self help” literature.
The Church Of Spiritual Engineering that Pentateuch has suggested and the Scientology vision of L. Dick Cannon both remove Christianity from the equation, which is an ideal platform for agnostic perpetuation.
Individuals with demagogic-al tendencies are especially susceptible to suggestion and Pentateuch is well aware of this man’s aspirations and the need for publicity. Without proper publicity, idealistic materials can die on the vine. One useful tool that is ready to be availed, in the toolbox of trouble, is Hollywood. They need a popular medium to offset all the negative pushback from medical professionals. If they can recruit and educate a movie star to publicly endorse Cannon’s imaginary “engrams” or the “auditing” that cures people of all negative experiences, they can gain a lasting foothold in society.
The Dark Deceptor has appeared to Cannon before, using his most clever human recruitment guise, the appearance of the corporate executive D. Joseph.
“I have arranged for your book to be placed in the view of several actors in Hollywood and one in particular, Orson Wells. He seems to be curious about your theories.”
“Oh yes, Macbeth is masterful, a delicious cross between Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein, love his work. I saw his Dr. Faustus in New York back in ’37 I believe. The ol’ devil would be proud!”
‘Foolish blind stupid human,’ inaudible mutterings.
“He had a difficult childhood, an alcoholic father and mother who died when he was only a boy.”
“That is a perfect candidate for an auditing. He can be rid of all that negativity and I will lead him to see the light.”
“Excellent. I will be monitoring your progress.”
Neither would Cannon understand why he needs to be watched or what role Winters might play in his church.
“Do you have a telephone where you can be reached?”
“I will find you,” unwise, sightless, and dense.
“I have chosen to give Satan a platform to push a fictional agenda. But what God does (in this book) with a few short sentences, Pentateuch takes pages + he requires the help of Earthly minions, instead of Angels.”