Summer 1968 – Seeking Favor from the Throne of Damnation

Taylor LaSalle raised his arms dramatically, intoning, “Satan will tear you apart! I am his hand in this world and he has granted me great and terrible powers!”

I resisted rolling my eyes. I said, “There is no Satan, LaSalle. Nor any God in Heaven. I’m not sure from who your powers come but it is not the Devil. You are being used.”

Taylor flexed his fingers and sparks like electric charges danced between the tips. He said, “Oh course I am being used! We all serve a Master! I have chosen the Lord of Hell and he has rewarded me for my service.”

I rolled my eyes.