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However, there was a time a while back when my usual good humor failed me. Now let me see-- was it this life or the one before? There have been so many lives that sometimes I lose track of such trivial events. Oh yes, I digress. Anyway there was once this uppity magician who attempted to steal my very soul. How's that for a blatant attempt at testing my mettle? He even went so far as to take my spiritual guardian hostage. Some guardian! I guess he was caught napping and didn't put up much of a fight. He probably didn't believe what was happening anyway. We call him Rudolph now.
Yes, all that must have occurred in an earlier life, as such events would certainly never occur in this one. Actually though, when I look back on that singular event, I find it rather amusing... All the pomp and circumstance. It was really quite a bash. Then too, it was just as well, as it as it did tend to clear up my thinking and answer a lot of questions I had about myself that had previously went unexplained. Well, there is no confusion now!
Anyway, this cocky, magician person, who had read all the right books, studied his grimmories and traveled well the hallowed pathways of the darker, nether worlds, aggressively set his sights on me as a prize and trophy to his prowess. Yes, I recall it all now as if it were yesterday... He prepared long and well before that fateful midnight hour on that particular thirty-first of October when the gravestones were no match to hold down that which they were meant to contain.
Then paying attention to the minutes detail, he plotted and planned, plying magical words and utterances of grand scope, as his talismans and amulets swished through the air, tethered by their cords, anchored to his aquiline neck. The hiss of his silken, ceremonial soak's slippers generating spiral sparks upon the carpet where he plied his cloistered craft, held the attention of the denizens of the Astral Realm as they watched in awe and amazement at the audacity of this grand enchanter who would steal the very soul of Santa Clause.
Yes, that magician presented quiet a purposeful and pragmatic picture, waving his ceremonial sword about as a buccaneer or swashbuckler of old, the silk of his robes fluttering in the mystical currents of the night wind. First to the East and then to the North he transversed the circle of his desire, a widdershins, as the flames leapt high in their bowls, casting grandiose shadows of evil merriment upon the walls and trappings of his chamber of magical intent as unseen spirits postulated the pros and cons of the peculiar proceedings of the soon coming performance.
His black magician's eyes flashed fire as he parted the planes of energy between his world and the Astral where his hoard of mercenary entities waited in grim apprehension. He would command them all and be the grandest sorcerer of all time! Oh yes, he was truly a foreboding sight as he perambulated about his circle of the five-pointed star of Baphomet who gazed up at him through red, demon's eyes, waiting. The magician had even perfected modulating his powerful baritone voice until certain vowels and utterances would reverberate at the proper times, even to causing the very windows to rattle in their gilded frames-- much to the annoyance of one particularly evil-looking, old gnome who had come to witness this preposterous performance where poor Santa was purported to meet his passing.
Oh, it was on a dark and stormy October eve when the Moon was full of blood, and the sea tossed and stirred itself into a magnificent frothy fury, that he, the great magician, gathered his courage and thrust forth his vain attempt upon my immortal soul with great malice and forethought. Of course, he has since learned to regret that night as, it was then that all Hell broke loose and reality came crashing in upon him in demon time.
Oh my, it was indeed a worrisome and fearful sight to see. Ghosts and goblins flapped all about in the chill, night wind as fearsome demons growled and hissed in blood spattered fury, gnashing their sharp teeth at the totally unwelcome disturbance directed toward their fiery abode. Spirits of the damned, howled and uttered feted curses while the wraith searched for a meal among the carnage. The pines whispered boldly as lightning cracked sharply, and more than one unsuspecting head rolled that evil night! Yes, one could easily smell the fumes of burning brimstone and feel the radiant heat of Hellfire reflecting off the startled faces of innocent victims as the flames of the abyss leapt high en crescendo to singe the posteriors of the heavenly perpetrators who had foolishly allowed that ignorant fool to raise Hell on this otherwise ordinary Halloween Night.
Of a certainty, that momentous event caused quite a commotion both here and upon the Astral. The repercussions and far reaching ramifications of that unholy night actually stirred up Hell itself. Yes, lifting it's lid, even to the point of causing the Great Gates to swing to and fro upon their stout hinges, reminiscent of a great bat flapping its wings when startled in the act of feeding. And so it was, at that auspicious time that I learned that I wasn't really Santa after all, but instead quite a different individual altogether.
You see, I, like most folks used to believe a total fabrication about myself, my character and my disposition. I suppose that you might say that for a long time, I was lying to myself, living in denial, so to speak. But now I know the truth! Yes, thankfully, I no longer kid myself and have come to accept my lot, and in fact, find it rather pleasing in it's own sort of infamous way. All things have their advantages, you know.
Yes, the great magician never realized until it was too late that I was not whom I seemed. As I understand it now, long ago before the current era, that government fellow who filled out my birth certificate was a bit dyslexic, and transposed a couple of letters in my name. Yes, it was on that All Hallows Eve that I finally learned that my true name was Satan, not Santa...Oh? What? You ask what happened to the that nervy magician? well, to that, let me just say, "HO, HO, HO, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HAAH! He is now one of my elves. I'll see you soon, kiddies. Sweet dreams...
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