RETURN of "Green Eunuch" Part 10

   
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   TEN:
   
   Ooba is accepting the celestial kiss of the encompassing stars; moreover, the small moon glows, enlightened and made aware by its sublime and salacious inhabitants.  Francis and his pet wolf sleep; meanwhile, the Virgin Mary practices dueling the encroaching shadows with her icy-blue blade, smirking as Skunkfire (the Green Eunuch) observes coolly.  Adoring Her.  Knowing Her.  Wishing he hadn't let down Her Messianic Son in life.  Thus wends the way of mystic chatter.  The two face.  She smiles lovingly.  He blushes.
   
MARY
You know I know you're sad, right?
   
SKUNKFIRE
Sure.
   
MARY
It wasn't your complete fault--your suicide.  Adversarial entities were drowning you with guilt, fear, and shame--yes, you should have been stronger; still, you were holy in life.  A holy freak; nonetheless, holy--kinda.
   
SKUNKFIRE
I loved women too much.
  
MARY
You refrained.  Got gay.  Got straight.  Refrained.  Mortified your senses.  Totally Skunkfire--you're not straight, you're not gay--you're asexual.  All you cared about was saving the world--not your own lusting loins.  It got in the way.  Look, to a point, even Me at times--we're all biologically controlled by our programmed cerebral network--it's genetic code that manipulates us.  Free Will, to a point, yes it's true; otherwise, it is not.  At least you searched.  You craved God and His Angels and Saints.
   
SKUNKFIRE
 Why is the Devil so strong?
   
MARY
Counterpoise.  It's an axiom in the Multiverse.  The 3 TRUTHS:  Good, Neutrality, and Evil.  Choose your adventure, as much as you can anyway.  Demons fall in love with people just like angels do; thus, they romance them in their selfish direction.  The Greek gods weren't the only supernatural entities like people--haven't you heard:  God created man in His Image.  Demons and Angels are similar as well.  All the gods are.
  
SKUNKFIRE
Will it ever end--peace . . .
   
MARY
Maybe not, a perpetual flux of existence.  Still, Goodness thrives, on and on and on . . .