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NUMBER EIGHT

People have heard for years that the devil has seven sons.  Well, I’m actually number

eight.  I've kind of lived in the background by being the youngest.  You know, the last 

to get the platter at dinner, (although human flesh is not my preference), the last to be 

remembered when the grownups are yelling at all the kids and running down the list 

of names until they get to the guilty party (the one perk to being so far down the line, 

I get to come up with a bang-up excuse once I’m caught), the last to have the parents 

remind you to put on your shoes because we’re all going on a family outing (I’ve been left  

‘home alone’ quite a few times because no one bothered about me.)  Okay, you get the 

picture, I don't want to be a whiner. It just gives my brothers more ammunition. If you 

have any brothers, you know what I mean.

By the way, I’m દુષ્ટ.  As you can tell from my name, the folks couldn't even be bothered 

to give me a proper name with real letters. Just a sigil. Oh well, my brothers only call 

me “Hey, Shrimp " or "Yo, Toothpick. “Such fine beings (sigh).

But back to my point, I am the son of ONE of the rulers of the underground.  You’ve 
heard all the names; Satan, Memnoch, Lucifer, etc.  So, what I'm really saying is there's 
more than one “Devil. “They each have their own area and they each have their own 
particular way of running the “establishment.”  Dante screwed up.  There are actually 
10 circles of hell.  My dad rules that tenth one.  There's lots of room in each one of the 
areas.  When they talk among themselves, they say it’s because, for whatever reason, 
Love trumps Hate and Hope will always trump Despair.

 At the moment, I'm up above supposedly doing things on my father's behalf.  You 

know, whispering in people’s ears that they should be doing evil things and not helping 

others, or encouraging them to be breaking all those Commandments they’re so bent on 

trying to salvage.  I suppose there's a certain charm to being a do-gooder.  Warm and 

fuzzy and all that, but personally I just don't get it.  Anyway, my old man thinks I'm 

doing his bidding, but I'm really just partying and having a good time.  I couldn’t care 

less what others are doing or thinking unless it involves fun.  I just want to be me.  I 

think I got that line from one of those “songs" I heard.  You know what I mean.  Humans 

have something called music which I really dig.  I'm actually enjoying just hanging out 

with these mortals.  Most of them seem to know how to have a good time.  I fit in pretty 

well.  I don't look anything like that crazy cat loving Hellboy.  Speaking of Hell—-What 

kind of name is that for a place.?  It doesn't sound exotic at all, now something like Tahiti 

or Oahu evokes exotic sensations, agreed?  Someday I’m going to party there! 

Lucifer and the others get a bad rap, but my dad is one mean SOM, (son of a mongoose 

in underworld vernacular.)  A most unpleasant sort who likes to have this own way and 

rules our household with an iron fist. Everybody else in the vicinity hates him. They’ve 

made sure you don’t know of him because he's so annoying. The best way to get under 

his skin is to undermine his revenue (souls) and they are so slick about getting it done, 

he’s yet to catch on. If he ever does, I’m going to be as far away from there as possible 

when the lightbulb comes on.  He’s not stupid, he just believes everyone fears him too 

much to cross him, ego, ego, ego.

Finvec is his name, that doesn't sound too scary, but you don't ever want to meet the guy.  

In his own mind, he believes that he is the best Father of Lies.

And speaking of such, guess who you've been listening to (wide grin.)  All that about layers 

of this and ranks of that. Hogwash.  Make no mistake. My name is Lucifer, Satan, whatever 

else those who fear me may wish to call me.  I don’t care.  As you now know, I am the TRUE 

Father of Lies and I am the one and ONLY ruler of the underworld.  All souls who come 

there are mine.  Really? Hope trumps despair??  Ha, Ha, Ha……. Sucker!