The whispers of Satan and his demons filled the earth with sin. Cora heard the words of the evil that roamed the world with her. Chills ran down her back as the heard the voice, intriguing, of death in her ear. “ See that man? I’m going to give him pride, then use it to strip away the love of his family. He will be lost, distraught, and if all goes well he may take his own life.”
Cora stepped slowly down the sidewalk to see the clueless man rested on a park bench alone. “Stop.” She mumbled in physical pain over the words that filled her mind. “ Oh, wouldn’t you like to help me? The power of it all, its pure magic. It’s beautiful chaos Cora, and he can make you worthy. Help me, won’t you?” Cora couldn’t fight her urge to feel beautiful, the chance to be more than what she was.
“ Follow me Cora, flirt with him, let him make you feel like a goddess, let him fulfill you, its so easy!” The serpent’s devious ways were convincing enough today. She strutted tan legs with her intention in mind. Her heart ached, but she tucked it away at the though of meaning something to someone.
She sat close to the man, legs touching. She took notice of his wedding band, but would stop at nothing. Pulling her tank top down and leaning his direction showed enough cleavage that his attention was all hers. Not once did he look at her face, and that made her feel wonderful. “ Great Cora! You’re apart of the grand scheme! Stop at nothing, and I will grant you everything!” She was now apart of the hollow game called life.
A sly smile, some smooth words, Cora was young but far from naive. Before all was said and done, they had a date. He would show up at her apartment by five, and Cora felt accomplished.
All alone in her one bedroom apartment, Cora lit candles and dressed as provocatively as she could manage. She felt needed, and beautiful. A knock on the door, tension was broken with a pure passion of lust. A touch, a kiss, clothing fell to the floor like confetti at Mardi Gras. Sex was utterly fulfilling at the moment, and desperately empty as he walked out of the door.
“ Wasn’t that fantastic Cora? Don’t you want more? Its never enough Cora, don’t give up!” Hell breathed over her. She dialed his number, inviting him over as often as he’d like.
Day after day, work passed quickly, and night after night, he never failed to show up. It became routine. Her life appeared perfect, except for the fact that every night he left her for a family he claimed to love and care for. “ Keep trying Cora, be my vessel, when his wife finds out he will be all yours and only yours!” The words that she once feared now engulfed her.
Another lousy day working in a slum of a gas station, a lady walked in for cigarettes. As Cora carded her, she noticed the last name. “ Margaret Lynn, like David Lynn?” She asked innocently. “ Yes! He’s my husband!” The busy mom saw Cora’s devilish smile, and immediately caught on. Tears welling up in her eyes, she took her cigarettes and rushed out worrisome.
As Cora arrived home she found David and his bags outside of her front door. “ My wife, my kids, my house, its gone. Cora, my life is over.” Cora’s heart grew heavy with pain in it’s utmost form. “ He is yours Cora, be thrilled, you gave him pride, destroyed the love of his family, your getting so much better at this! Now make him feel useful, let him make you feel useful. Have lustful sex with him, then leave him. Do what I say and I’ll give you peace! I’ll make you okay Cora!” The father of lies consumed her mind, but her heart hurt too bad to forget this time.
Letting David in, she warned him, “Don’t unpack, your wife will have you back.” Cora’s mind screamed no, but her heart felt right. For the first time in her entire life, she felt light, at peace with herself. Her mind was nothing in comparison to her heart. As she called David’s wife and sorted what she could out, she sent him on his way home. Standing at her front door she called out to him, “ Don’t you dare come back. Don’t do that to your family.”
It was now clear to her that chaos is not beautiful at all, and this was far from life, in fact she’d even go so far as to call it death. Not living, but dying. Satan was using her to destroy everything around her, and mean while she broke herself down into nothing. There must be more than this pitiful pit she had made for herself Cora thought, If there is this much evil ruling as prince of the earth, surely there was something bigger and better.
The bells of Sunday morning range, and Cora found herself as she was in a local pastor’s office. “ Who is this God you preach of?” Cora wept, “ I only know so well of Satan, what else is there?”
