Author's Note : This is mine and a very close friend of mine's parody of Paradise Lost. We loved the book so much we had to make fun of it.
Summary : What happens when the feared Lucifer is actually a hyper active demon? Between spaz attacks, sugar, being friends with Jesus, and obsessions with Vampires, how are her fellow demons survive?
Prologue
Dear Diary,
Today, in the monthly Princely Council meeting, Satan snorted Coca Cola out her nose.
This is the third time this week she's done that during a meeting. Moloch and Belial were amused, while Mammon and admittedly I were not. I had to call order back to the meeting, as usual. You wouldn't think it from the way she led a third of the angels in Heaven in a revolt against God, but the Devil's organizational skills leave much to be desired. She's really the "idea" person of the group, the emotional force; so guess who has to be the logistical one? Most of the time Sometimes I think Hell would be much more efficient if I ran it.
Then again, it wouldn't be nearly as fun. Who else but Satan would think of installing a water slide into the Lake of Fire?
Still, today I beg to know; am I Lord of the Flies, or a babysitter? If it's the latter, I should be getting paid something.
--Beelzebub