Why is evil so cool?
"Kalia, take a look at this."
Kalia rolled his eyes. He and his opponent Kriplen had followed their ward, the human Todd into a gift shop, and while Kalia constantly watched Todd for some chance to persuade him to think for himself, Kriplen found it amusing to wander around the shop looking at stuff.
"You are giving me an opening."
Kriplen shrugged. "I've already won, angel-boy. I just have to keep him on the path he's on. Look at this, will ya?"
Kalia was about to shake his head, when an irresistable sensation came over him.
God Himself wanted him to look.
"Very well. What do you wish to show me?"
Kriplen pointed with one bent finger at a shelf with ceramic 'knick-knacks'. A sinuous dragon sat elegantly curled, and next to it was a little statuette of a plump cupid.
"Doesn't it bug you, Kalia, the way these humans think of you and I? I am thought of as a dragon, a creature of elegance and power, mystery and magic." Kriplen chortled. "All of these things are aspects of the Tyrant. Part of what makes Him so, how do you say it, ultimate? But look what he gets instead. His servants are not depicted as the mighty forces that they are. Instead, I who have chosen to move away from all that is awe inspiring and elegant and powerful am depicted as the beautifull one, and you are depicted as a fat baby with wings that are far to small to support him!
"Let me tell you something, warrior. Let the master of this world educate you in the ways of it. We take things that are the Tyrant's, and we give them this name, this title: cool. Then we tell them that the Tyrant does not have these things, but we do. Who stretched webbing across the bat's wing? Who curved the talon of the eagle? Who painted the scales of the serpent? Who is it that holds fire and lightning in His hand? Ahh, but we say it was our father below. And they believe us, Kalia, they believe us!"
Kriplen gestured towards a shelf with almost obsolete videogames, to a popular title in which the main character was an evil being with long white hair and burning red eyes. "Look, Kalia. That is cool. That character is very cool! And he's evil!" He laughed. "His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow. And his eyes were bright like flames of fire." He quoted from Revelation. "To make evil cool he has to look like the Carpenter will look when He returns in glory!
"Even the so called coolness of blood has been reserved by Him, curse his name. But they don't see that. They see the shepherd, but ignore the mighty and glorious creator. They know of him as a simple carpenter, but they do not ponder the victorious king in his armor.
"And what about you, Kalia? You have such glory that you alone would put to shame all the 'evil' monsters and robots of the human's games and comics and cartoons. But guess what!" He waved towards the ceramics again. "To them, you are a fat baby! Tell, me, warrior, what allows you to continue, knowing all of this?"
Kalia smiled. "The realization that thanks to the will of the Lord, even a fat baby is more than a match for you."