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Let the music begin.

For once, surprisingly, they’ve chosen to open with something that doesn’t blast, snatch, induce nausea, or demand attention. In fact, it’s really rather sweet, and compelling, and I notice more than a few people are swaying on their feet, a simple back and forth repetitive motion, in time to the melody. I admit I’m swaying a bit myself, for the moment relaxing my attention from those around me.

Until I hear a throaty voice whispering directly into my ear, a warm arm wrapping itself securely about my waist.

“Judas, you pretty thing, when will you allow me to fuck your delectable body and show you what true ecstasy is?”



Ladies and gentlemen—the devil does not wear Prada. He prefers Armani, if the truth be told. And here he is behind me now, pressed up against me with a raging erection—not that I haven’t felt that before, many times—and he’s whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

And it’s taking all my self-control not to elbow him in his gut.





Chapter Seven: Matthew


I love my electric guitar, I really do. I love the way it feels in my hands, the way it vibrates. Almost like it’s alive. It’s just the most incredible feeling ever. I can’t imagine not having electricity, I’m so used to it. It’s just so…so…awesome!

I’m glad we’re in a band this time around, it’s like the best thing we’ve ever gotten to do.

Even if Judas is still here.

Scratch that. He’ll always be here, and I know it. He wouldn’t be so bad, I think, if he pulled the stick out of his ass. You’d think he’d be nicer, since he and Thomas are sleeping together. But I guess not. And it doesn’t keep him from staring at Jesus all the time. When will he just give up? It’s not going to happen.

Not ever. It’s Mary Jesus is in love with. I know it is. But I understand. It’s cool.

Mary’s the best, and Jesus is the best, so it’s natural they should end up together, you know?

One of my regrets is we don’t get to use a light show for the band. Judas says it’s gaudy and trashy, but I sure wish we would. I got to see a real concert once—

one of Mary’s actually—and it was incredible the things that guy did with different colored lights. Flashing and strobing, different speeds and stuff. It was amazing!

But every time I mention it, Judas has a million and one reasons why we can’t do it. I give up. Arguing with him is a complete waste of breath. And I don’t want to bother Jesus with it. Maybe if I pray on it? Judas does listen to God, after all. We all do.

There is a benefit to that, I guess, not having the lights. I can watch the audience, which is good. I like watching people, watching their reactions, what they think of us. I want to know that they’re enjoying us. Most of them smile, especially the kids. I like them the most. Their parents not as much. So I pretend I’m playing for the kids, and it works for me.

Another town, another show. We’re always on the road, always moving around. I don’t really mind, ’cause I love to play, and this is what we do, what we’re used to. Besides, I love to sing, whenever I’m allowed. I wish I had Jesus’

voice, it’s so beautiful. ’Course it is. It would just be silly to think otherwise.

Oh look, she’s here! I knew she was coming, but I wasn’t sure when. I’d know her anywhere, even if she does look like she’s trying to go…what did she call it?

Incog…something? She says she doesn’t want to take attention away from us. Isn’t she sweet? My sweet, sweet Mary. Wish she was mine. But anyway, she’s here and I’m happy.

She has some girl with her, wonder who that is? I guess I’ll find out later.

She’ll stick around, of course, to say hello. Maybe we can all go out together after?

Wouldn’t that be fun? And maybe Judas can get lost?

One can only hope.

She’s so beautiful. I think people just recognize her anyway, no matter what.

She deserves it. She works hard. I just think it’s Judas being a jealous brat. Uh-oh, I hope he doesn’t give her any trouble. No, wait, I see him. I don’t think he sees her, though.

Ha ha! This is too funny. I see who has Judas by the tail. Good, he deserves it.

Maybe this time we’ll get rid of him for good.

Oh well, a guy can dream, can’t he?





Chapter Eight: Judas


Some refer to him as the bringer of light, others the morning star. Fallen angel, king of hell, a demon by any other name. To me, he shall always be that rather large pain in my ass.

And yes, I am talking about none other than old Lucifer himself. The Devil.

Satan. Beelzebub. Whatever. One and the same to me. Thorn in my side. Worse than that, thorn in my Jesus’ side, and that is what bothers me more than anything, his continued efforts to seduce him, to woo him to his side, to destroy him. How can he not see that will never happen? Ever? Especially not while I have breath in my body with which to fight him.