The Cardinal (Marcel Poldi)

“The Clergy is misguided. Lied to… but then again, who were they to scrutinize the word of God? The Golden Staircase: did anyone inquire as to where it led? I did. I prayed and I prayed and I repented and I prayed some more, and even in the grace of reconciliation my plea for guidance was ignored. Do you know why?… Of course you don’t, you’re just a sheep. God – the first god – is a comedian. Don’t act so surprised. Think about it. He fancies us little piggies. Why else would he mock us with the infinitesimal onomatopoeia of ‘oinking’ our noses? We are nothing but farm animals to the Lord Almighty. He created us for his amusement. He murders us and we give him thanks. It’s the ultimate farce – the great slapstick of mankind. Well, second best. The whole joke is made complete by the antithesis. The second god; the fallen angel; the horned beast; the billy goat; the embodiment of evil: Lucifer. Look to the right and you will see the light, look to the left and you will see the devil. The architecture is flawless. The comedian strikes again and the truth of good versus evil is fabricated into existence, and no soul could question it because… the word of god yaddy yaddy yadda.

“In truth – the real truth – history is always written by the victor – Lucifer is the compassionate one. He does not think of us as little piggies, and so he confronted the great comedian about it. He told God to end his tirade of murder, and to dissolve the fallacy of heaven, which he taunts mankind with, but God did not appreciate Lucifer’s position, so, to teach him a lesson, he used Lucifer’s identity to create the personification of evil. He cast him down as the devil, creating hell and eternal suffering in his name. The compassionate is branded the villain and we raise God’s cross above him with indignation. Lucifer’s identity is now equivalent to the fires, praise be to God. The battle rages, and God continues to laugh at our expense. Oink! Oink!”

About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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