The Bloody (but True) Genesis of Molech
Molech Rises:
Molech soon tired of the sea. He put the fish on his head and his mother on his foot and he swam across thirty oceans to the first land. When he came to the land he said, “This does not please me,” and so he ate the land.
He went to new land. In this land there were people. He went to the people, and stood before their town. The priest came before Molech.
“Oh great new god,” he said, “please have mercy on us for…”
And Molech ate the priest. He turned to the townspeople and he said, “Grovel before me, for then I shall not kill you. And when you die, if you have groveled before me long, I will assure that you will not return. If you do not grovel, I will kill you ten thousand times, each time more slowly and with instruments more blunt than the last. You are doomed to decay and death already. Only I am infinite. Do not force me to punish you. Grovel now.”
“But,” said the townspeople, “we work hard and do not have time to grovel. Our oilprices are high and our only bookstore is Barnes and Noble.”
Molech then roared a terrible roar. He grabbed the first townsperson he saw, ripped off his toe and blew through the hole in his foot, shooting the townsperson’s insides out through his eyes. Molech stretched the empty skin until it was an enormous bag, and then he jumped high into the air, hanging the bag in the sky where it blotted out the sun.
Molech flew back to the townspeople and said. “And now you will grovel before me, for truly I am the only being powerful enough to hate you sufficiently. No other being can hate you enough. My hatred is divine and perfect; in these ways it is like music or rain. But it cannot be stopped or reasoned with; also is it like a mudslide or terrible war. Grovel before me now before I am compelled to express you to how putrid you seem to me, how hopeless is your resistance to my demands, and how quickly I can destroy you. Already I have stolen your sun,” He pointed to the villager’s skin which hung cold and empty in the sky, the sun pressing a dim glow through the hide. “Pray that I do not do you as I have done him.”
“But, ” said the villagers, ” we were all watching American Idol. We don’t use the sun anyway. What good is it? We have evolved beyond the sun. We have science now. We could cover you with so many graphs you wouldn’t know what to do.”
Molech choked with rage. He grabbed a family of villagers: two parents, two children, and a baby. “Hello,” said Molech to the family. He smashed the parents into each other and rolled them in his palms until they were only a bloody ball of meat. He shoved the heads of the two children into the ball and then pulled hard at their feet, stripping off their bodies and leaving only two spines drooping sadly from the sides of the ball. He tore out the baby’s legs and arms and shoved them into the ball, pairing them together sideways like two mouths. He tore off the baby’s head and placed it on the top of the ball, and he shoved the remainder of the baby deep into the center. He put the bodies of the two children at the bottom of the ball so that it stood on four legs.
“Life!” Screamed Molech, and the terrible creature began to wiggle and shake. “Life!” Screamed Molech once again, and dark green and purple skin began to engulf the creature, covering the children’s spines to make tentacles, streaming across the baby’s arms and legs to form lips and teeth, and covering the baby’s head on top. “Life!” Screamed Molech finally, and the creature’s eyes came open and it roared with its three mouths, made from the baby’s mouth, arms, legs.
“Creature! You shall be called Moshquadnar! You will show these people how they must grovel before me! Go forth and do my WILL!”
To be continued…
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