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gods. He was a noble god that showed potential evolutionary growth among a primitive, fearful species. Xenu introduced him to council a robot who seemed very friendly for a non-human.
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He is your servant now, human.
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    “Thank you, lord.”
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Tonight we will dine on human food to celebrate an advance in your species. Congratulations.
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    “What will happen to me after the feast?”
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I’m sure you are a perceptive man. You might have noticed that there are beautiful, lovely rivers of water in my gardens.
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    “I certainly have.”
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Swim in them, bathe in them, Enoch, until the end of time. You know the story of the fountain of youth is true. It’s here and now like my gardens, it belongs to you.
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    “Thank you, my master.” Tonight we feast, Enoch thought, because like Zeus before him, Ari will be remembered as great among the gods of history. We celebrate humanity now because there is one less god to believe in!

OLD SCRATCH
    I hope that whoever finds this journal will take good care of it because it cost me my soul to write it. The magic that I did was not among the best of my profession but I used the best tactics of my profession. You see years ago, when I was 12 years old, I made a bargain with the devil. I found him behind my house in the woods. I surrendered my life and soul to him and in exchange I became a master of the dark arts. I would be a magician and the audience would be under my spell.
    “My family is hungry.”
    “I will feed them for a price.”
    “I know what the price is.”
    “You are willing to give your soul up for that, my boy you can do much better.”
    My father screamed in the woods for me to come home to do my chores. He yelled, “Timothy Crane” over and over. I went running back to him. Father had his typical stern look. His use of the cane no longer caused me much pain since he was so exhausted from hunger, he could barely strike a good blow. That bastard of a pastor took all my family’s money and all from our village. Rev. Thorn was a strict Calvinist who believed that the more money given to the lord’s work, the better the chances of being one of the elect. I hated him. Soon after my first encounter with Satan, my father died of a heart attack. Rev. Thorn said that he really needed more money from us. My father’s death was no excuse and we could end up in hell. I hated him so much. One day I couldn’t stand it and at the age of fifteen, I confronted him.
    “Leave my family alone, we’re very poor and can’t pay you.”
    “You will pay now or pay forever burning for all eternity.”
    “Rev. Thorn, you are not God and you don’t know the fate of souls.”
    “Boy, I will ban you from this church and that means banning you from our community.”
    “This is a small Appalachian village filled with many poor folks. You’re taking advantage of their superstitions and fear is nothing less than criminal, sir.”
    “I see.”
    “I want you to release us from the church.”
    “No.”
    “Then take heed.”
    “Your prayers don’t go above this roof, boy.”
    “They do. Tonight I will say a special prayer for you.”
    “Leave my church, Timothy.”
    I did pray and I prayed hard. I figured that God wasn’t doing a good job providing for my family so I would pray to his opposite. I went to an abandoned shack deep in the woods. I thought that I heard a scratch on the door. Perhaps the devil or one of his minions had come to me to claim my soul in exchange for granting my wish. I listened again for the scratching but didn’t hear anything. I smiled a devilish grimace that would have made a wicked man faint. I would not know if the devil could be counted on to grant such request until the next day.
    “Rev Thorn is dead,” said my mother.
    “Oh?” I inquired.
    “Yes. The man died in his sleep of a heart attack.”
    “Oh, how terrible,” I answered.
    “It gets worse, son. His entire church caught on flames. He must have knocked his lantern down. Our