It has begun again, he thought as he leaned over and sniffed the plump white body before him as if he were savoring the aroma of a fresh cooked turkey. He had spent many millennia’s lying in wait for this day. No thought or action went unnoticed by him in all that time. He was the Kali luga, death’s demon, the end of time.
Coincidently Alfred Adams lay asleep dreaming of a Christmas dinner with a crisp skinned Turkey; family and friends gathered around the table sharing all his favorites; mashed potatoes, cream corn, brussels sprouts, carrots, cranberry sauce, and Christmas pudding drenched in a rum sauce. He felt the presence of a stranger at the far end of the table. He thought that he had glanced across the table and looked into this stranger’s strange catlike eyes when in fact he had opened his eyes and was looking at the stranger sitting beside his bed.
Alf's heart leaped to his throat, stifling the scream, reducing it to a mere shadow of what he was trying to unleash! He bolted straight up and pressed his back against the wall. "Who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?
"You can call me K and you summoned me," he said so softly and melodic that it resembled the purr of very large cat.
"I'm afraid you’re mistaken" Alf stuttered, "In no way did I summon you!"
"Your name is Alfred Adams,and it not and this is Buttcrack Saskatchewan?"
"It's Buetrack and I did not summon you. I don't care what you say. Why would I summon someone like you?" He said calmly for he was starting to regain his nerve, confident in the thought that Jesus would protect him and outraged at the thought of someone stealing into his house uninvited.
"Did you not for the last year kneel on that pillow and pray to God, that he send someone to rid the world of Evil? Did you not pray for the Rapture to begin?" said K, smiling, showing two fang-like incisors protruding over his lower lips; "Well, the end is nigh" "Your not suggesting that God sent someone as hideous as you!” Alf said.
“That's not very Christian of you," K replied in a mocking tone. "What's the matter with me? I am made for the Job. Did you expect some Archangel to come swooping down, with his horn and sword and do battle? Sorry to have to inform you but I'm the one to conquer the World and rid it of Evil… Look at Me!" and he stood and removed his long black cloak and kicked the chair against the far wall. K was naked under his cloak except for a pleated gold kilt wrapped loosely around his black hairy body. He had the body of a Swimmer or a male ballet dancer; strong powerful legs, thin waist and broad muscled chest and back, wide shoulders with exceptionally long arms or maybe it was his thin bony fingers and long claw-like nails; that gave them that illusion of arms too long for the torso. It was his face that gave him the fearful sinister look, that could be so un-nerving and calming at the same time. His head was almost too small for his body. his thick black hair was combed flat against his skull, from which emerald green, almond shaped eyes froze anyone that dared look directly into them. He had a broad flat nose, with flared nostrils constantly sniffing the air, and thin red lips, with two menacing fangs protruding over his lower lip. He looked like a maniacal Argentinian Tango dancer.
Just as Alf had finally mentally processed the entire creature that stood before him, a long red tongue came snaking out of it’s mouth and licked the corners of it upturned lips. Thhhhlurp. "Did you just slurp?" exclaimed Alf.
"Sorry it's just that the first is always the sweetest" responded K. Thhhhlurp!
"Why me! I'm not a sinner; I'm a moral God fearing man. Why are you here?" questioned Alf
"Why not you? I have to start somewhere and besides you summoned me," replied K... “Thhhlurp!”
"Quit saying that, I did not summon you and quit making that disgusting sound!" Alf was beginning to get a real sense that he was in danger of dying.
"Ahhhh, I get it now, you thought that you would be one of the one's that would be saved. You thought that you would ascend into heaven and sit at the right hand of God." K chortled.
"Why not! I'm not a sinner, I believe in God. I go to church. Why do I have to die?" pleaded Alf.
"It doesn't work that way," explained K, besides do you not think it a bit vainglorious to think that your piety would entitle you to a pass into the Kingdom of Heaven, especially when the main reason for your piety was to that end. Every so many million years everything is wiped out except for a few hundred couples that live in small pockets throughout the world…Eden's if you will. Not everyone will survive but enough will to begin again. Speaking of Eden did you know that if Anthony Bourdain was Adam you would still be living in the Garden of Eden"
"What?" asked Alf. “Who the heck is Anthony Bourdain?”
"Work with me here, If Anthony Bourdain was the original Adam of the old Testament you would still be living in the Garden of Eden."
"Ok, Why?"
"Because he would have eaten the snake," howled K.
"Ha ha very funny! This is just too surreal; tell me the truth I'm dreaming. Right?"
"Well it's sort of a dream, but more an illusion really. It’s your story however. You’re the one making it up. You wished me into existence." said K
"Will you please just stop saying that I wanted you to turn up in my life. What do I have to gain by bringing you into my life? Tell me! What?"
It has nothing to do with gain or loss. You are Alfred Adams. You are the first. Alf A., the one I will remember till the next end of time as I will remember the last. So the Quickening begins ...K raised his long arms above his head like a conductor about to deliver the first note in a Beethoven concert, and in a twinkling of an eye his right hand descended across the throat of Alfred Adams sending his astonished head across the room onto the side table underneath the ascending Christ. “Thhhhhhhhhlurrrrrrrrrrrp!”
