Creepy - The Greatest Trick the Devil Ever Pulled...

Episode Date: December 10, 2020

What if...***Content warning: domestic abuse***Written by Keep It Real-ish and narrated by Jimmy Ferrer***To learn more about the ACLU visit ACLU.org***Check out our reward tiers at patreon.com/creepypod***You can also subscribe to us on YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/creepypod***Produced by Steve Blizin***Title music by Alex Aldea***Intro/Outro Narration by Joe Stofko Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Listener discretion is advised. Creepy presents. What if the greatest trick the devil ever posted? was convincing the world that the Bible was the word of God, written by Keep It Realish, narrated by Jimmy Ferrer, and produced by Steve Blizzon. The clock on my dash reads 4.30 a.m. The darkness outside of my headlights is so thick that I can't see anything left or right of me. There isn't a star in the sky, and the moon is eerily absent.

The phone call I've received last night assured me, though, that the church in Havens Creek is nice, and the congregation was wonderful. I wanted to get there early, get a lay of the land, and put my own little flare to the place. I'd been driving for some time, when I finally came upon my turn for the church. I pulled into the parking lot, and what my high beams fell on took my breath away. A large, beautiful white church with long columns, a bright red double door, and beautifully stained glass windows with depictions of our Lord and Savior. I stepped out of the car, turning off the headlights, and I was heavy again. Outside of the interior lights of the church and the solar-powered lights lining the path of the door, I could see nothing.

I'll admit I felt a bit unsettled, but... But my mentor, Father Raynard, had me come here as a guest pastor, and I was not going to let him down. I made my way up the stairs and into the church. The inside was even more glorious than the outside. Fifty yards of pews lying down both sides and a gold-line red carpet from the door to the pulpit. Getting the full view of the stained glass, I see our Lord and Savior, the cross, our road, Virgin Mary, cherubs with wings, and angels just up above. Just being inside this place filled my heart with love.

I made my way down to the gold-lined carpet to the first pew. I took a seat to relax and just take it all in. Directly next to me was a book I'd come to know very well over my 40 years in life, the Bible. I picked up the very pristine book. and sat in my lap, with my hands folded, resting on top of it and took a breath. At this point, I was just trying to take it all in. When I heard the front door open, the person's feet sounded hard off the floor with each step,

which was strange as seeing the way up was thickly carpeted. Each step drew nearer, nearer to me until finally a man came into view. He was extremely handsome and well-dressed. A black suit jacket and pants with a red vest, and a black tie with red lacy inlays. The man had long, blonde hair, pulled back out of his face, and an air of authority about him that I just couldn't place. The man walked past me and removed a chair from the rack and walked back towards me. He sat the chair directly in front of me, sat down, and crossed one leg over the other. We both stared at each other in silence for a short time.

And just as I was about to speak up, he said, Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. His voice rolled out like honey, sweet yet sinister. I stared back at him. This isn't usually how we do things at my church, I thought to myself. But I am a guest in this house, so I won't put. Bush, what is your name, my child? I asked the man sitting in front of me. He cocked his head to the side and smiled.

You can call me Sam. Father? He held out the words, so I knew it was question. Ah, I replied. Salazar. Father Marcello Salazar. He gave a slight smile. and his bright blue eyes shone vibrantly.

It is very nice to meet you, Father Salazar. As I said before, my name is Sam. And it would be greatly appreciated if you could assist me. I have sin, and I fear I may wind up in hell. I shook my head softly. Oh, my child, do not worry. Our father is a forgiving God. Please tell me of your burdens, so I may absolve you of your sins.

Sam adjusted in his seat and then uncrosses legs and crossed him the other way. I drink to Exodus, and then judge others in the church when they admit to doing the same. I nodded. While my child, I said, Sam quickly cut me off and then continued. When I was married, I would have my wife stay at her mother's when she was on her period. I looked at him as I tried to assure him that the Bible speaks of it being a time of uncleanliness Sam quickly cut me off again. I sent my son off to a conversion camp when he came out as a homosexual.

I didn't respond this time and he continued. I raised my hand to my wife. If she tried to leave the house in anything other than modest clothing, I wanted my wife to be modest, but I also received less than modest photographs from my 19-year-old babysitter, Brittany. My eyes widened and I stood up from the pew I was sitting in. I stepped around to the side and began to back away down the aisle towards the door. His soft looked hardened in an instant.

His bright blue eyes went from soft to dangerous. What's wrong, Fythe. Father, he spat at me. You look awful. This man was speaking my life back to me. Who are you? And what do you want? My hands and voice were both shaking, and I was backing up steadily.

See, it was just staring at me. We were far enough apart that if I turned for the door, I should be right there. I turned to look over my shoulder. at the door and when I turned back I was in the front of the church again face to face with Sam my eyes widen

what what is this what is going on I look around and up at the ceiling all of the stained glass depictions were staring at me and they looked angry what does it look like father Sam said

you're being judged I looked around frantic judged? Are you God? I heard Sam scoff. He laughed. You believe a man who led a life such as yours would be judged by my father? I raised my head up and stared at him. Your father? I was confused. I ran through my knowledge of scripture as fast as I couldn't have came to me. And I looked deep into his eyes. has said the only thing I could think of. Samile. The man's smile, big-toothy grin.

I stared in horror. I'm dead. Sam winked at me. I applaud you, Marcelo. It takes most of you so much longer to come to that conclusion. Wait, this can't be, I stammered. The devil himself? Lucifer?

I may not have been the greatest man during life, but I followed the Bible as close as I could. I kept my wife in modest clothing, sent her away during the time on cleanliness, and tried to have my son reborn in the eyes of the Lord. I did falter in my marriage, a bit. But how has that earned me an audience with the devil? Sam let out a long and deep laugh, he said. Some say, the greatest trick to the devil. I've ever pulled, was convincing the world that he doesn't exist.

But I assure you, the greatest trick I've ever pulled is convincing the world that the Bible is the Word of God. I stared at him, mouth agape, my mind running overtime. What do you mean, Sam? I fell on the verge of tears that you people flock to. You see, my dear priest, many, many, many years ago, my father created humanity. He loved you with all his heart and swore that humanity would be perfect. I assured him that no creature with free will would ever be so.

He assured me of the contrary, and for the first time in his long life, the devil struck a deal with none other than God himself, told him but one thing to this world that would prove the downfall of humanity. and if they proved unfit, he would see me as his right hand. He assured me that it wasn't possible, that humanity was pure and perfect. Now, that book has existed in many forms, depending on who holds it, but I wrote them all. I never appeared to Adam and Eve as a snake, but a book bound it. snake skin did. I told them of the beauty that lay outside. The glory, the happiness.

It spoke of just eating that fruit and experiencing it all. Then, as the first bite was taken, I had won. My father was furious. My brother was bloodthirsty. So began a war in heaven. And my fall from grace. I stared at this man, this being, as he turned everything I thought I knew upside down.

Sam began again. Do you not stop and think as to why your loving, malevolent God would have bears turned into children? Why he'd destroy cities full of people in a holy fire or flood the world committing genocide. I stared at him. Because, I said, God's wrath is terrible, but his love is infinite. It was for the greater good of humanity so we could be reborn.

Sam spoke up. Ah, no, not quite. A little smoking mirrors in my end. Put the fear of God in humanity, you know. Sam tilted his head back and laughed again. You people used this book to mask your bigotry and hate. That one day, your undying human soul will land right here on my doorstep. Since humanity's initial birth, I haven't persuaded a single soul to do anything.

I haven't had to. That hole. The devil made me do it. Or shit. The things I wrote made it normal. For people to just hear voices about murdering their children. It's just God's will. Sorry again.

That's mental illness. Sam looked at me, serious, and spoke again. You believe that God made mistakes? I stood and faced him. headstrong of my conviction. No, I do not, I said. My voice no longer shaking. He stepped forward, almost nose to nose.

Then why is it, my dear priest? That you tried to change one of God's creations because it did not fit your narrative. I took an involuntary step back as he continued with the idea in mind that hypocrisy would surge. It's laden with enough truth and love to lead the stupid astray. My father loves all life, no matter color or gender. The part about stoning those that lay with the same sex?

All me, you hypocrites, line my doorstep like lambs to slaughter. That love, you feel well up inside you when you tell someone they will burn in hell for who they love. Or for loving their life not according to your broken vision of an almighty God. It is not love at all, but your soul's acceptance of your truly wicked nature. I clutched the Bible to my chest and shook my head. No. You are the father of lies. None of this is true.

Sam smiled again. Is that what you believe? My dear priest. If so, have a look at the book you have so coveted all your life. I pulled the Bible away from my chest and looked down at it. A snake-skin cover with a six-winged angel and blazing on the cover. Sam seemed to stare into my soul.

This, my dear priest, is the book that Eve held in her hands. When she decided to take that first bite, I opened the book to a language I'd never seen before. Sam looked at me quizzically and turned his head to the sign. Ah, he said, you can't read in No Chin. He waved his hand, and the book glowed white-hot. I dropped it immediately and took another step back. I couldn't understand this if what he was saying was true. My entire life had been a lie.

But wait, hold on. What about before the birth of Jesus Christ? Before Christianity, I stammered. You find my handiwork in the hieroglyphics, in the halls of ancient Rome, or the diary of Julius Caesar. I had heard enough. I couldn't take anymore. Tears openly fell down my cheeks.

My questions, my dear priest. How does it feel knowing that I robbed you of all the earthly desire to have your soul remain in hell for eternity? And I couldn't answer him. I couldn't even form clear sentences in my head. How does it feel knowing that you're willing? wife you detested so much, took your son, denounced your wicked ways, and we'll both thrive for eternity in my father's kingdom. I felt his hand touched my shoulder and it burned like nothing I ever felt before. I screamed out in agony. As for my final question, this one won't

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