Dark Apologist

"We have, all of us, told you time and time again that you may take, please take, anything you like! All of this is yours!"

The man slapped her again. This time, she had more trouble getting up.

"It is yours, this land and these homes and the valleys and peaks and seas. All of it owned by you. It is as you requested. Here, if you will just allow me to kiss your feet-"

Just as she made to crawl over and offer her supplication, he kicked her solidly in the stomach. Clutching her belly she grimaced at him.

"You have already proven yourself," she said when she finally recovered.

"Why do you not believe me? Why did you not believe them?"

He kicked again, this time in her side, hard.  She was in too much pain to speak.

The house music that accompanied their sport was awesome.  It was hypnotic, and ethnically analog. Occasionally the phrase "Devil Just Take all of Me" could be heard (Click to Listen), and the words were at once distant and immediate. The tropical air was densely humid, and it was hot, very hot.


"You are a great man," gasped the skinny girl who Knew All,"yet you are over proud. Here you layed a village to waste that only meant to serve you."

He looked around at the smouldering huts, and the dead people. Men and women, children all of them, he had obliterated with his immense, insatiable material desire. This last girl, the only person on earth whom he had yet to conquer, stood between he and Majesty Herself.

"What is your attachment to being alone? Didn't you know that the whole world looked forward to looking to you?"

  Looking at the timer behind the skinny helpless girl, he realized that the girl's talking had greatly distracted him. If he was to beat the game, he would need to do it in 25 seconds. He had never made it so far in the final level, and he was mesmerized by this, the final test.  The music seemed to pick up speed and the girl's eyes glowed. He became afraid.

"It's not real. It's all just Mario and Princess Peach," he thought and made to kick her for the ultimate victory.
 
But the white man saw that time had expired. His muscles loosened,  and all his teeth fell out. His hair was frayed to the ground, and his bones disintegrated.  His screams of terror were lost in the din of the terrible conflagration that engulfed him.

"Stand Down for Love" cried the Dark Apologist, in a voice that made the earth quiver.  And the world was good.