Everyone claimed they know how Satan worked his devilry and why; they wrote books and endless essays about the nature of evil and how it manifested on Earth, tempting to force men away from the right path. Though, nobody really knew the reasons behind this; their assumptions like their never-ending number of volumes in the subject were just the product of the wild imagination of men. And perhaps, even their colorful thoughts were limited to their short experience.
After all, who among them would seriously think that the Adversary would boldly stand in the crowd, wearing an obvious disguise: two false feathered white wings and a black robe, holding balloons of every shade of the rainbows in the midst of an amusement park?
Sin was everywhere, Mad Hatter’s gaze was hidden under the brim of hir hat and even so, sie could see it. It was there with the loving couples of teenagers in the chairlifts. It was there with the young children nonstop fed by the contents of the food booths. It was there in the scornful gaze of those without the proper height to ride the roller coasters. It was there with the thieves who chose to pickpocket to those waiting in the lines. It was everywhere sie looked. Sin. In the runaways. Sin. In the ones who would be late to school at the next day. Sin. In those who secretly plotted their falls from the highest point of the Ferris Wheel.
Sin. Sin. Sin. A large history of sins accumulated since the first and simplest fair. This was a picture of excess, of accepted surplus. One of Belial’s greatest victories and envisions to portray vice wrapped with the sugar sweet cotton candy waste.
Ahhhh… And speaking of sins, the flash of a knife and the scent of fresh spilled blood caught the jester’s attention. Sie moved into the swarm without much trouble like if they weren’t obstacles in the path, but did not reach the young boy, oh no, no. The boy had to come by own choice. But sie gently helped him to choose by entering into his visual range. Belial stopped just in front of the mirror maze and waited for Michael to notice, staying there still like an unreal statue cut by celestial and burlesque frame.