A Man Called Deception_A Short Story

Jul 19, 2019 | Boy-Girl Dynamics, Exhortation, Inspiration, Micro Stories, Short story

His dark suit and dark skin blended in with the shadows that he sat in. When I arrived at the table, he stood up to acknowledge me. He was tall and exceedingly handsome even in the low lighting, and I blushed knowing that it would be hidden. His eyes glowed a dark brown just like the rest of him. We sat down and I secretly hoped it would be a long interview.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” I said.

“The pleasure is mine Miss Divine.”

I chuckled. I must have sounded like a school girl. He smiled indulgently.

“So how does it work?” I asked going straight to business.

He seemed to ignore my question as he called for the waiter and made an order for our wine.

“Delicious?” he asked a few minutes later.

I barely made a sound as I savored the expensive liquid that slid down my throat like it belonged there.

“So, you were wondering how it works. You want to know my modus operandi.”

I laughed. It was easy to laugh with him.

His expressions darkened. “First, I have to make my victim comfortable. Just like I’m doing to you.”

I nodded, taking down notes.

“Humans are willing victims to my charm, you know.”

I agreed. I wanted him to work his magic on me.

“There are different ending scenarios, but the end game never changes.”

“What’s the end game?” I asked.

“Control. Power. I want power over you,” he said, looking into my eyes.

I nodded. He smiled and continued.

“I work in different ways depending on who my victim is and how delicious I want the chase to be. I could be subtle or direct and aggressive. But my tactics simply work.” He leaned back and poured himself another glass. Then he poured some for me.

“When I want to pass my message into my victim’s mind, I do the ground work. It’s going to be everywhere in everything that matters to him or her. The whole male female thing doesn’t matter to me. I’m open to all.” He smiled, lifting up his hands to punctuate, and for a moment he seemed pretty narcissistic. But it didn’t matter.

“It’s going to be in the places they want to look and with the people whose opinions count to them. They’re going to pick sides even when they think they can sit on the fence. I’m an all or nothing guy.”

I scribbled down some more. It was getting interesting.

“Sometimes I wear the mask of a respected spiritual authority. It’s the one that has worked the best. Give them a little spirituality and keep back the truth.”

“Why does it work best?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? All people need is to think or feel that they can scrub their guilt away somehow, but still be completely free of what they think would be the tyranny of a perfect God. It’s genius isn’t it? A sprinkle of truth, I like to say.”

“Wow.”

“I know right? Have you got everything you need?”

“Yes, I think I have enough to work with.”

“Good. Come to the hotel room with me.”

“But I’m married. Isn’t that wrong?”

He paused and looked at me deeply. “I don’t mean you any harm. I just think there are times when the universe aligns and we can make the most of our lives. Seize the day and preserve a good memory.” He caressed my cheek ever so slightly. “You’re an amazing woman. I would give the world just to have this one night with you.”

I felt like I was floating. Surely this sort of moment could never come again. I supposed it was all part of my work and the research.

“You’re right,” I said.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. And I believed him.

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like corruptible God into an image made like corruptible man – and birds and four-footed animals and creeping things.

Therefore, God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.

For this reason, God gave them up to vile passions… (Romans 1: 20-26a NKJV)