Chapter 2:

Lucifer called, lucky devil! That guy played it smart. He decided to cater to very a niche audience and by Me, he has it really good. Select but very loyal followers, enjoys every sin imaginable, scares the hell out of my followers and has plenty of time leftover to party with those slutty chicks! Admittedly he scores low on the popularity charts, but his services have real demand.

Even Godie Jr prefers him. Now I don’t waana sound like a broken harp, but these that God is a handful. He thinks Lucifer is real cool. Cool? The devil resides in burning hell! But then he does have style. Black and red Vs sissy white? Bah!

If I hadn’t been busy listening to my clients, I would have given that designer a piece of my mind. White with halo and wings? Who wears that? And then he goes and gives Lucifer that horny look. What right-minded soul would prefer my look. GAh!

Goddamn it - Chapter 1

Mr God was severely depressed. Mrs God was complaining about how he never spent time with her nowadays. Godie Jr was caught partying in hell again and to top it all, his customers were complaining about his deteriorating servicing skills.
What can a God do? You create 24 hours in a day thinking it’s more than enough to cater to a thousand odd people and have enough time left over to be with the wife and kids. Next thing you know, people decide to procreate! There are now billions of people demanding your time and effort. The wife’s unhappy and the kids? Don’t even ask! “Virtue is boring”, he says. Who wants to sing songs with those pious angels when you have sexy devils to hang around with – painting the netherworlds red?

One must admit, the boy has a point.

One must say, on these days, I can’t help but swear. But then it’s written that “thou shalt not swear”. I know, I wrote that goddamn rule!