Eve looked startled. “You used to be in Heaven? And now you’re working for the Lord of Flies?”
“He don’t go by that title no more. He didn’t like the novel, thought it showed him in a bad light. And don’t call him ‚ÄòBeelzebub,’ neither,” I advised, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to give these underdressed kids a little help. “He’s gotten real sensitive about it. He thinks it makes him sound like a character in an English comedy.”
Rated R. Contains religious satire, gangster satire, and profanity. Not for those who take their hellfire too seriously.