Good vs Evil: The Wager
The Archangel, Saint Michael, was strolling through the west wing of Heaven's main garden when, unannounced, the Devil, in all her sexy glory, came strolling up beside him. In a total mockery, she was dressed in an eye catching, rather slutty looking angel costume.
"What are you doing here? You know
you
are not allowed up here," Michael snapped at her while quickening his pace. She easily kept up, replying happily, "What, can't a girl come visit her favorite brother every once in a while without raising a fuss?"
"There will be more than a fuss raised if Father catches you up here."
"Don't worry I have a history of not being caught," she cooed sweetly back at him.
Michael snorted his disapproval before stopping and staring at her. "And just how did you get past the gatekeeper I am wondering?"
Batting her eyes at him the Devil quickly replied, "Oh I don't know. "
"I should have guessed. You are hopeless, Lucy."
"No, what I am is bored. Let's have some fun. How about a wager?"
"What kind of wager?"
"Why, the best kind big brother. The kind that pits my sexy evilness against your saintly goodness."
"A useless endeavor little sister. As the Almighty Father, our father, teaches us . . . Good will always triumph over Evil."
"Well, then you should win easily so what's the harm, unless, of course, you are afraid to put that little myth to an acid test. What I propose is simple. The both of us will float down to Earth and observe while our test subjects either be good, or be wicked, totally based on whatever their free will dictates. If they remain good and pure you win, if they turn wicked I win."
"Sounds interesting but what kind of test exactly? I will not involve myself in anything violent, or that will cause mayhem, or even thievery."
"Of course not. Getting humans to do violence, or commit mayhem or steal stuff is as easy as taking candy from a baby. I have something else in mind."
They paused, settling themselves down on a quiet bench in a secluded part of the garden.
"Such as?" Michael asked.
"Corruption, but not of a monetary kind, again too easy, but of a physical kind . . . that is to say . . . sexual."
"Come on sis. Really? We both know how easy it is to corrupt a human sexually. I mean just look at all the cheating that goes on in that most holy of unions . . . marriage. The whole thing is nothing but a joke now to those silly humans."
Lucy smiled. She was sure she was about to shock her big brother's refined sensibilities. "Yes, true, but I was not thinking of trying to corrupt a husband or wife but . . . hmm, how easy do you imagine it would be for a loving mother to corrupt her adoring son."
"Incest? Really Lucy? There is plenty of that to go around too."
"Maybe in broken homes with unstable parents and unwilling kids, but how about if I chose a boy and his mother from a good home and relatively normal backgrounds."
"If I was to accept this wager the son would have to be of her flesh and blood . . . no step relations allowed you understand?"
"Oh, I agree. They will be blood related and just to allay any fears you might have let me assure you the son will be at least of legal age . . . eighteen or older that is, so you will not be able to claim he is a child and didn't know better. So is it a bet?"
"Depends. Who are our test subjects for the bet and what exactly are we wagering?"
"Give me some time, a few months or years even, to find a suitable mother and son and I will let you pre-approve them. As for what we are both risking I am thinking the following . . . if goodness wins and our chosen mother and son's relationship remains pure, I will cease and desist my corrupting ways on Earth for a period of six months. Just think of the all the good that can be accomplished in that six months without me steering our precious humans into being naughty."
"And what am I risking?"
"If I win, instead of fighting me and protecting the flock you shall turn your back on my naughty ways for a period of no less than . . . oh three months." The Devil reached out and squeezed her brother's hand smiling at him. "So as you can readily see I am risking more than you."
"Yes, in an attempt to get me to gamble which would be frowned upon by Father." Michael paused as he mulled things over before he responded firmly. "Make it a year on your end and I must, as you stated earlier, approve our test subjects."
"You are on brother," the Devil replied with a knowing laugh.
Three years and eight months later . . .
Lucifer, after an exhaustive search, found her subjects and submitted them to her brother for his approval. After he took a quick look at the family, the bet was on.
Both Lucifer and Michael were at the test subject's house, floating about unseen, as the night's festivities began. Both were quite certain, at this early point in the game, of victory. According to the rules they had set, the chosen mother, Pam, would only have this one night to seduce her son.
Pam was just settling down in front of the television preparing for another boring Friday evening by herself when the doorbell rang. Even though it was her birthday, she was not expecting anyone.
She told all her friends not to make a fuss over her as she was in no mood to celebrate. What was there to celebrate? She was turning thirty five-- which only meant she was officially halfway through her thirties and barreling toward forty.
Since she was not expecting anyone, Pam simply ignored the doorbell, even after it rang a second time. A second later, her phone started to buzz. Sighing, she picked it up.
Mom its Billy open the door
Pam smiled. Her son, bless his heart, he remembered her birthday after all. Rushing to the door, she flung it open.
"I thought you couldn't make it home this weekend? And why are you ringing the doorbell? Why didn't you just use your key?"
"I wanted to surprise you, but then you wouldn't open the door. Happy birthday, Mom."
"Well, you surprised me alright. Here let me take your coat."
Billy took a minute to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom, while Pam went to her bedroom to change herself.
Maybe in a mood to show off, Pamela had been working out at the gym religiously four times a week while watching what she ate, since Billy left for college four and half months ago, she changed into a pair of snug fitting jeans, and an equally snug white button up cashmere sweater.
Despite her worries of being halfway to forty, Pam was still easy on the eyes--albeit even if she was the beneficiary of a bit of help from Lucifer's devilishly magic in the looks department.
Lucifer had chosen the subjects of their wager carefully. After peering into millions of hearts worldwide over the course of the past forty-four months, Lucifer found a boy and his mother in a small upstate New York town she believed to be perfect.
Pam checked all the boxes in what Billy found physically attractive in a woman. To start with he liked attractive, mature women. Pam checked both those boxes easily. He liked women with black hair. Pam's sable-black hair, falling just past her shoulders, easily qualified. He liked lean, muscular women, deeply tanned, with a pair of healthy sized breasts. Again, his mother, checked all those boxes across the board.
Adding to her physical attractiveness, Pam possessed a demure, yet playful personality, and, most especially, a hands on, flirty disposition she saved mainly for her only child. In short, Lucifer found the perfect mother and son for her needs as young Billy was in love with his mother, albeit secretly, in that certain naughty way that only a eighteen year old teenage boy, still a bit naïve about sex, can be.
As for the doting mother, she too was nearly perfect being bored, restless, and sexually frustrated with her neglectful husband. Despite finding a pair of near flawless subjects, Lucy knew she would have her work cut out for her-- if she was to get the two of them to be naughty together.
"Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?" Pam asked her son.
"No, I ate on the road. I'm fine. Maybe later we can order a pizza, but for now, I just want to hang out with you. Hey, but maybe do you have any beer by chance."
"In the fridge I think there is about three or four left from the twelve pack your dad bought last week."
"Speaking of dad, where is he anyways? Still not home from work?"
"Actually he skipped work today to go ice fishing up in Canada."
"Really," Billy snapped angrily. "He skipped work not to celebrate his wife's birthday with her, but to go fucking ice fishing."
"Yeah, my birthday, unfortunately, fell on a day that was totally inconvenient for him."
"When is he coming back?"
"He will be gone all weekend. He is supposed to call later to wish me happy birthday but you know how he is . . . maybe he will call, maybe he won't."
"Yeah, I know," Billy replied with a sigh. The way his father treated his mother was a source of constant irritation to him. "Anyways, forget him. I came home actually hoping he wouldn't be here."
"And?" Pam's motherly instincts told her there was more her son wasn't saying.
"And what?" he replied shrugging his shoulders.
"And you made the two hour drive home on a snowy, freezing cold January afternoon just so you could hang out with your mother because it's her birthday. I'm not sure if I believe that."
"Well, you better believe it as I'm here . . . aren't I?"
"Yes, but why. Tell me now. I know there is more to this story than you're telling." Her voice had that serious edge to it indicating he had better come clean with her.
He sighed heavily preparing to tell her the truth. "Susan called me."
"God damn it. That bitch!"
"Mom, that is not very nice."
