Story: "Perdition Lost" REVISED

That's right, I'm finally ready to get this ball rolling. To start with, a pleasant little story about a demonic generation gap.

UPDATED 3/22/2010 to clarify some things and improve the ending... I hope.

PERDITION LOST

The demon Samhail had been watching the young street preacher for two hours.

The preacher stood on the corner of a parking lot across from the Atlanta Hilton on a summer afternoon, holding an old leather Bible in one hand, and a megaphone in the other. His impeccable white suit and slick black hair gave him the look of a mafia hitman crossed with a carnival barker.

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