Legging near to end...2013

It was midnight on the briny fell and the Demons were waiting.  Satan had gone off on a Sabbatical and they were eagerly awaiting his return...

 The whole of it was taking far too long.  The families were represented, all marked by Demon
ancestery. 
“Let's sing a good old fashioned song while we wait,” said the one with the hat, presiding over the others from her short height.  She always said she was big on the inside. 
“Which one,” growled out one of the tripod, was a bit hazed due to the time,and the fact that during the day she watched over the imps at the nursery.  It helped the cause if she told them what was what.    A bit of her disguise, as the true purpose of the Triangle had been revealed and brought about too many German tourists with a warm desire to fully experience what was on offer.

“Good Christian men rejoice
with heart and soul revoke...
All of his Mysteries.... All of them quick....
Or you'll be feeling the end of my stick...!”

“Church of England or Evangelical?” asked the tradesman's wife who had only just moved in.
“I thought of going too, apparently Christians have much more fu-un these days.”
Sharon gave her a look that was supposed to blast her from the area.  It didn't. 
“We're here, to ask for help from the other Alnighty, he'll touch down in a few minutes in his nice new shiny heliocopter.  He likes well behaved women, so please mind your language.”  She tried to swing back the concrete hair, only it didn't swing.  It's no wonder I get taken for a Stone she thought.

“Bianca,” said the woman with friendly wink, “I can take a hint, you get to go first.”
“You're not even on the list,” said Sharon crossly, “Haven't you signed up yet at the knitting club?  It helps to keep out the unwanted.”
“I haven't, er, I can't....  it's impossible,” said Bianca faintly, “I mean I have children to look after.”

"Next verse people", shouted JaotyTo-ot, “Mind my poetic daughter wrote this!”
Loud spontaenous applause, they appreciated she's suffered artistic intrusion, next door to an artist for ages, and why should they pick up any money for their work.

“Good Christian woman ride,
In cars far and wide, spread the word,
of what's right, revoke the mysteries,
All of them quick, recall the stick!”

The Imps reformed around the fire, moving in the circle as they sang the penultamate verse, to the swaying crowd. 

Good Christian children grow,
strong and big to withstand the blows,
of life, learn to revoke the mysteries,
Steal the stick,  and sell 'em off quick!”

“Now altogether guys and girls,” called out Jaoty, smiling beneficially over the crowd, “Then we'll have a share out, and we'll tell you who the next person to be the author today...!”

Good Christian people are we,
collecting for humanity, all of need,
all of us want, all of us envy,
Our saviour's love!”

After the singing had died down a bit, to the last straggler who couldn't see the board and some who couldn't keep up.  Sharon pushed  herself forward and climbed on a bench.
“Hi people!” she enthused, “Hi, hi, right I've put a lot of names into the hat, and Jaoty is going to draw out the lucky person.  You can then treat them as the author.  I mean why should one person have all the talent...   The church is in need of money, again, so there will have to be some put  aside. Okay?”   She looked out over the heads of the crowd.  It was difficult to pretend that some of these could write.  However they'd practised a lot so it should be alright.

Jaoty reached in and plucked out a little piece of paper.  “Brian Bangor!”  she wailed out, “That's you from the inn at the top.”
“Yes, Hurray!”  shouted Brian, fishing about for a hanky.  His eyes were streaming – somewhere between the smoke of the fire and a sense of relief.  He'd done it, he'd finally got his own back. 
“She deserves it anyway, snooty cow, always writing, never gives a thought to those of us who can't.”

The wind picked up, and clouds gathered over the moon, the Devil was about to pop in.  The people looked up, and watched reverently.  He hopped out on his goat legs, great loose lopes and pushed the span of the blades away with one hand.  He carried a box of chicken pops, which he looked regretfully at, and then presented with a slight glare to Jaoty.
“How are we today dear?” he asked, “Where is your side shadow?”
“Master,” Jaoty chimed in, “Is this the second coming?”
He looked her up and down.  She couldn't keep count.  He'd definitely been more times than that!
“I'll always be coming dear, I've so many souls to keep me company.”
He tried to be nice.  It confused them all a bit more. 

“No,” Jaoty insisted, “The Second Coming, I mean the virgin birth bit etc,  I mean are we  off track?”
The Devil laughed, “I think you don't really understand the purpose of all this, Jaoty,” he said calmly, “However that only makes you more devoted and an amazing instrument of my final purpose.”

He looked over the heads of his worshippers who had now flattened themselves on the floor.  At the back of the group, one of the Norfolk giants was watching him from the shelter of the trees.
“Gog, old friend,” The Devil said softly, he'd met them all before, “Are you in too?”
“Never,” blurted out Gog glaring, “I know what you are.”
 There was a minute or two silence while they both thought about their respectative positions.
“What do you want?” asked the Devil bluntly. 
“My brother's McGog's soul,” said Gog equally blunt.  “And quick.”
“”Play me for it,” laughed the Devil.  He gave Gog a fair look out of his pale blue eyes.  He was suddenly as tall as the Giant.  He towered over the multitude. 
“No games trickster.  No chopping folk to bits either.”
“I've no chopping stone,” said the Devil languidly.  “And she's asleep.  So we'll share out whatever we want.  She can't have it, so we might as well.   What she don't know about can't hurt her...”

“Master, Master,” sobbed out Pestilance, finally noticing his furry feet above her, “You know she refused my gifts the other day, refused them all she did...”
“Never mind darling dear, you can always use Passover.  Your husband such a useable man.”
“Extortion,” Pestilance sighed, “She laughed, she laughed!”
“How Pultrude 's your Uncle?  Time to come home with me for a bit?”
Oh, he's in fine fettle your Pajexty having the time of his life.  Been firing at her day and night.  Lazers are a wonderful invention. The pen is better than the sword...   She's got a spot on both cheeks now, so she has...”

The fallen Angel sighed, and began to slowly sink towards the ground, he raised his hand to the waiting crowd, and blessed all of them for waiting for him. 
“Share out the money,” he said evenly to Jaoty, “I believe in some fairness, it keeps them believing.  I'm beginning to worry re actual Christians, I mean are they ever going to able to give me an argument again?”

As he watched Jaoty took the money and placed it into the hat and stood as high as she could on the bench.  The Devil scooped her up in one hand, and raised her high above the crowd,
“Now!” he said, his voice as cool as stones in water. 
Jaoty twirled in his hand, throwing the money evenly to the waiting crowd.  It was pot luck.  And bits to find after the orgy.

“See anyone in Leggings kill them quick, kill them quick,
their heir to a body awful, and their minds are awful sick.
They won't agree to marry me, It' s such a shameful thing,
when all the world is at my feet, everytime I blink!"

He placed Jaoty back on the chair upside down, and left her to wander gently through the crowd.
It was nice to be among happily active folk all doing naturistic things.
….....................................................................................

Gog had retreated back to the trees, he was talking to the Owls, and as he came closer Gog sent them all up and away.
“Not friendly,” said the Devil laughing.  “Now can we do better?”
“No,” snarled Gog and he strode away into the black velvet night. 

“God help us, in our hour of need,
in every dwelling, in every street,
he lights our hearts, our minds, our souls,
and opens us to love itself.”

“Now come Gog,” said the Devil sweetly, “I could give you anything, any...thing...!”
Gog looked back, his face as hard as stone, “God bless those who would turn against me....”
“That's not nice, Gog!”
“And do  me harm...”..   Gog was striding fathoms at a footfall, his voice from a roar to a slow whine, and then so far away.   
Jaoty reached him as he shrank from the words as he had to shield his face and run.
“Master,” she said, “Are you alright?”
“Nah!” he snarled, “Gog invoked him, as a sword.  Never read the bible Jaoty, it's a dangerous book!”

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The next day in ExpensiveHam, a confusion in the street, loud voices expressing their betterness.
"I look better than she does."
"She's not the best looking woman of her age..."
"Do you know what age she is?"
"Yesssssssss I went to school with her...  and I've got children by  her husband and they're better than hers..."
"And she's not as good looking as me and my daughter and she didn't writehe books we did."
"And we're making a lot of money meeting heliocopters by night, and no-one has invented a law against loitering with intent by heliocopter or solicitating thataway yet..."

A quiet question from a man.
Instant reaction from the crowd watching the actors perform. 
"She's ours!" one snarled angrily, "Go get your own."
"Yeah!  There's not one born every minute you know!"
"They're only getting their own back, she wrote and complained about that one saying she wrote
her books for her to all the charities she could think of.  It's a cheat she said.  Fake books, making use of someone a bit fair muzzled.

The actors hopped into the car.  Pulled in the last reluctant male lead by the trouser leg.
"Let's go talk about all this quietly.  We're not fishwives!  Otherwise the Shah will cancell
the show...!"