Satan's Bride II

A labyrinth of accusation, hysterical rumor, a landscape in which hearsay, heresy,

gossip have so slowly and thoroughly replaced the careful assessment of evidence.

Justice seems to have been dealt by Satan.

We know the weird sisters, travel in packs of eight, ten. Although they pare down

in size and expand ranging from ten or twenty, to two or four, life continues

making plans as the circle of life continues and the girls become women.

By looking at their flight pattern, we are able to determine that they fly only at

night. They return during the day to abandoned school houses, churches, any of

Trump’s failed businesses in Atlantic City, anyplace that keeps secrets.

Satan’s brides must have locales to imprison their mysteries.

In one of Trump’s abandoned casinos, the coven holds a ritual killing. According

to the by-laws of Satan’s brides, they must sacrifice the youngest, to find favor

with their goddesses. Satan’s brides and their Grimoire have teachings on

everything from the simplest enchantment spell to blueprints for the perfect

kidnapping.

Further, the brides have heard cries from their ancestors from as far back as

Macbeth. The sisters also travel into the future and seek their granddaughters for

help.

Next, they sit down to a dinner of wild fruits. Later, they will snack on someone’s

neck. An unwritten vow of silence shelters them, as the trees shelter the Earth.

Although these women are Satan’s brides, they are also Earth mothers. Since they

travel in packs, they have learned empathy in their way. If one gets sick, the others

will stop traveling for the night; take shifts nursing her back to health.

Once all have returned to full health, the women return to leaving madness and

mayhem in their path.

We can see the hurricane come, as riots are incited, shops are burned and looted;

children are kidnapped (they call it finding recruits).

It can only mean one thing. The twister known as Satan’s brides has hit town at

last. The group will always tag a building they have looted with the following

message: The world is our toy.

Usually, the buildings are abandoned when they do this; which of course means no

witnesses.

Who knows what secrets will be revealed in plain sight? No spell book has yet

prepared them for what’s to come. Which is why, in such emergencies, the brides

have a red phone connecting them straight to the River Styx, where all the recruits

are buried alive.

Even this coven won’t secure Trump the coveted womens’ vote.