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Authors: Matthew Hughes
"Yes, so?"
"So he's not going to die."
The Devil's brows grew down to a vee, like a slimwinged bird of prey hovering just before it struck. "What?"
"Tree of Life," Chesney said, "a little taste. He's got some wounds that need fixing, though. In fact, I think you arranged for him to be shot, once you'd moved on to this new project."
"Tough," said Lucifer. "The rules, you know."
"I could fix him," Joshua said. "It would take a little time, but if he has eaten of the Tree of Life, he's got time to spare." He looked at Lucifer. "Of course, not much work would get done in the meantime."
The Adversary's face had darkened. "Am I being made a fool of?" he said.
"No," Chesney said, "together, we're bending the rules, so that you two, with Billy Lee's help, can write new ones. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
The Devil's expression flitted between moods before hardening again. "But I'm not the one who's making it happen."
Joshua said, "You're going to let your pride be your undoing? Again?"
"Wait," said Chesney. "Think it through. Everything that's been happening since the strike was settled – Hardacre and his new gospel, the almost end of the world, Joshua being rescued from his endless Nazareth – that was all because of your machinations, right?"
"Yes," said Lucifer.
"It's got you where you wanted to be, co-writing a new set of rules, a new gospel, with the messiah?"
"Yes."
"In fact, the whole story, from the incident right here with the fruit from the tree, actually started before that. It started when you decided you weren't going to go along to get along."
"So?" said the Devil, wariness coming into his tone.
"So why does the prime mover in all of this need a new rule before he can cooperate?" The Devil said nothing, his face busy with thoughts. Chesney pressed on. "Who says that you always have to let your pride work against your best interests? Is that a rule? Or is it up to you?"
"He's got a point," said Joshua. "We'd be making more progress if you didn't want to be in charge."
"It was my idea!" said Lucifer.
"Then you'll get top billing," said Chesney. "The thing is, if you bend this rule, now, for Hardacre, you'll be stepping out of the box, won't you?"
Again, the Devil's expression reflected the work going on behind the darkness of the eyes. And again Chesney pushed the stone a little farther up the hill. "And who put you in that box in the first place?"
And now the young man saw the dots becoming connected, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed in thought then opened. "Ah," said the Devil, and after a moment, "agreed." A slim finger stirred the air and Billy Lee Hardacre's ravaged body appeared before them on the grass beneath the great tree.
Simultaneously, from not far away, Chesney heard a cry of shock and despair. "If you don't mind," he said to the Devil. Satan shrugged and stirred the air again, and a moment later, Letitia and Captain Denby appeared. The policeman's eyes fluttered; he was regaining consciousness.
Lucifer looked down at the blood-stained preacher, then made a shooing motion with one hand. Immediately, Hardacre's wounds closed, the pallor of his face was replaced by pink-cheeked health, and he opened his eyes. He sat up, looked into the faces gazing down at him and said, "Somebody want to tell me what's going on?"
Chesney did, succinctly and with a certain new-found authority. When he'd finished, the preacher said, "You want me to ghost-write the new gospel–"
Chesney amended the statement: "This time it will be the real one."
Hardacre accepted the redaction. He looked at his two co-authors. "Basically," he said, "we're talking a Manichean setup?"
"Basically, yes," said Joshua, "light and dark, balance of forces."
"Constantly at war?"
"Is night at war with day?" said the prophet.
Hardacre focused on Lucifer. "That the way you see it?"
There was a silence. Chesney sensed a struggle going on within the Adversary. Then, "Yes, balance. Yin and yang."
Hardacre looked around. "And I stay here, working with you until we get it written so that everybody's happy?"
"With your wife," said Joshua.
The preacher looked around. "I've had worse gigs," he said. "But suppose I don't want the job?"
"Then," said Lucifer, "you go back to the world, though without the assistance you've been getting from my resources."
Hardacre smiled wryly. "So it wasn't just my natural charisma?"
"No. I think you can count on being identified as a threat to the security of your country," said the Devil. "The proceedings would no doubt be informal and extrajudicial in nature. You'd be confined for the rest of your life to a small room that contained both your bed and your toilet."
"And," said Chesney, "the rest of your life would be a very, very, long time."
Hardacre smiled again. "It could be worse," he said. "Imagine if they kept trying to execute me." He shrugged. "And after the writing's done?"
Chesney said, "As the world works its way forward, under the new setup, differences between the partners" – he indicated the prophet and the Devil – "are bound to arise. They will probably need a good arbitrator – that used to be your line of work."
"Agreed," said Joshua. After a moment, Satan concurred.
"All right," said Billy Lee, "providing my wife agrees."
Letitia expressed general agreement, but suggested they work out the details, over in the vicinity of the Tree of Life.
"Then I suppose we're done," said Chesney. He felt a strong desire to be back in the world, before his mother and her husband got underneath the Tree of Life and under its influence. Sound traveled extraordinarily well in Eden.
But Melda said, "Wait."
"What?" said several voices.
To Hardacre she said, "You've got a mansion and a lot of money, sitting there all on its own. Don't you think you'll need a reliable caretaker couple?"
The preacher smiled. "I told you you should have been a lawyer." He turned to Chesney. "Power of attorney suit you?"
Chesney looked at his betrothed. "If it's joint, between Melda and me."
The Devil motioned toward the blank pages on the table. One of them filled with printing then wafted over to Billy Lee's hands. He scanned the document. "Nice wording," he said. "Airtight. And back-dated."
Lucifer accepted the compliment. "Just to be sure," he said, "deeds and bank accounts have already been transferred into their names."
Hardacre looked at Chesney. "So now you're Bruce Wayne. And your buddy's going to be chief of police." He indicated the young woman. "Is she going to be your Robin?"
"Not a bad idea," said the Actionary.
"Here's something to think about," said the preacher. "What if all of that is part of somebody else's plan?" He cocked a head toward the dark entity at the table.
"I guess," said Chesney, "I'll just have to think it through and figure out what's best. Which may be part of somebody else's plan, too."
Letitia took Billy Lee's arm and began to draw him away. Then she paused and looked back at her son. "Come and visit us from time to time," she said. Now she turned to Melda. There was a brief struggle in the old woman's face, then it resolved and she said, "You, too, my dear."
Captain Denby was still gagged, but he was making noises around the ball of cloth. Chesney bent and loosened the ties and removed the obstruction. The policeman said, "What the Hell–"
"We'll explain it all back at the bat cave," Melda said. "With apologies."
"Xaphan," Chesney said, "we're out of here."
"'Bout time, too," said the demon, his oversized weasel eyes reflecting the earthly paradise around them, "this place gives me the heebie-jeebies."
Matt was born sixty years ago in Liverpool, England, but his family moved to Canada when he was five. He has made a living as a writer all of his adult life, first as a journalist, then as a staff speechwriter to the Canadian Ministers of Justice and Environment, and – from 1979 until a few years back – as a freelance corporate and political speechwriter in British Columbia. He is a former director of the Federation of British Columbia Writers and used to belong to Mensa Canada, but these days he's conserving his energies to write fiction.He's been married to a very patient woman since the late 1960s, and he has three grown sons.Of late, Matt has taken up the secondary occupation of housesitter, so that he can afford to keep on writing fiction yet still eat every day. He's always interested to hear from people who've read his work.
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