The Satan...!

The Satan had arrived breaking its promise. She had held back until that very moment. As always, the matter once again was very trivial. It had started appearing on her face, strongly through her eyes. She had to react very soon or it would explode!

‘Don’t talk to me anymore…’ she screamed, her voices reaching the neighbourhood. It must be another unlucky day for that poor man, they all thought. ‘It’s become more frequent recently, her tantrums and abuse, how does he take it’, they seemed to be asking one another.

‘Don’t touch me. I’ll file a complaint for molestation’ they all heard through the common walls of the small building. Only his murmur wasn’t too audible. ‘Calm down’ was all he would say anyways and they knew that. ‘Don’t touch me, you devil. Your mother must have been a witch to give birth to someone like you…’ and she went on. He held his head against the wall and moaned. ‘What kind of a man will bear all that’, they cursed. ‘Sure she must’ve brought him a fortune back then’

The Satan was disappointed, humiliated because the man who should have fought and lost had not even begun. There was no way for the Satan to win a battle that wasn’t even waged. It had to come more strongly. ‘You son of a bitch, I know you slept with the maid last night and the guilt makes you silent.’ The maid looked down and wept helplessly. At that moment he raised his hand and held her by her wrist to which she resisted not so strongly, wanting him to get more provoked. The Satan had come alive. ‘Why did you stop, you coward. Go on, hit me. That is all you can do to a poor woman.’ He walked out of the house even as some people looked at him in pity.

‘What are you looking at?’ he screamed. They were surprised, for he had been a kind and gentle man in the neighbourhood. But, the Satan inside was rejoicing. Its friend was finally awake and they can now get on to work. ‘He’s a coward, who couldn’t control his wife and now screams at the onlookers.’ Someone said. He picked some pebbles and broken rods on the road and pelted at them accidently hurting the young lad. At once he saw the boy bleeding and the Satan left him alone. He regained his senses and took the boy and walked into his house. The Satan inside disappeared instantly after witnessing the young blood and left the host weeping.

‘What happened to my son? Who did this to him?’ she pleaded.

‘It’s my mistake. Please forgive me.’

‘No, it’s not you. It’s my fault. I don’t know what descends on me. Let’s take him to the hospital’

She had fought the Satan all her life, but never succeeded. He would be back at his wish and sit comfortably until wrecking some havoc each time he arrived. The doctors said nothing, for she was normal and they could never see what resided within. There was no cure for someone who was cursed. ‘Until the Satan had evoked another one, it wouldn’t leave’ the legend said.  

He looked at her in anger with red eyes. She looked back pouncing. They were becoming friends, inseparable for life – his Satan and hers!