the devil arrives in the nursery

the devil arrives in the nursery

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Good people can't summon the Devil but he will enter the household never the less.

Enter the Roman Emperor. Did Nero burn the city or did he order it done? Either or; an Emperor or as called here and now a President mustn't stay too long in office or his thoughts will become filled with the Devil. First, overwhelmed with Power, mighty busyness,  and Praise, Praise, Praise The President begins to think he is a God. Snap, just like that the Devil is in the White House. For as a man thinks, and the President is just a Man after all so will he be; and to think one is a God is delusional and the Emperor will know it and so he becomes instead of a goodly manifestation, he becomes  the Evil One. Sometimes The President now a God, but an evil one, the Devil, becomes unusual. If given the chance, time, and circumstance, the seat of power is visited by the Devil. Walking about the corridors of the Castle, day and day, infecting heirs, sabotaging the military guard and putting the most insidious ideas in everybody manifests the Devil. Who will be the President's heir and shouldn't the new King rule for life?

Unusual presents appear in the nursery because the Devil often arrives through there first even in the most modest of homes. An innocent blanket, or modest pajamas for her but where did they come from? The Emperor didn't buy them. The queen has changed so, everyone notices, but no one will say. She seems so different suddenly. Her sentences aren't finished and there is something sinister about her. She plots secret thoughts and reads forgotten letters.

Children have moods sent across millennia from somewhere foreign. Children can be so evil, not most children certainly but a Nero,or Caligula or Tiberius at Capri. Across the generations that spark of the Devil survives. Scoff if thou will. During sickness, them weak and gasping for breath, comes the Devil to some. Summoned long ago by others, your relatives perhaps he lurks in the basement. Send a strong man to run the Devil down and smash him through the bricks. Through the concrete wall and back into  the cold damp Earth from wince he came.

No one should face the Devil near one's death. The mind isn't clear to debate properly and vision clouds the brain. Clutch thou Bible manifestly and rest it near to fight the Devil. Good people can't summon the Devil but he will enter the household never the less. Through a shudder you know he is here.

Evident, lurking, sits the Devil in the household. Scream out the third floor window, lurks the Devil in the House.