Satan was getting bored. He had spent several weeks idly twirling his globe of the world, noting with glum satisfaction the number of countries which had recently fallen under his sway, but now he was beginning to feel that the time had come for him to stretch his wings and see for himself what was going on in various parts of his empire.

The globe slowly came to rest and Satan’s bloodshot eyes focused on a country he had not visited for at least half-a-century. Its name rang bells for him: South Africa. “That’s it!”, he exclaimed. “I’ll visit this land, which is dear to my heart, to see what sort of mess they’ve made of it! The last time I was there I was close to fomenting a bloody civil war between blacks and whites when some wretched saintly figure, whom I thought I had effectively got rid of, rose up from one of my island outposts and sent out a shower of rainbow sparks all over the place, dazzling the people into thinking that everyone was equal. This monster managed to undermine something which I had been working towards for more than three hundred years. Now I need to see whether there is any hope of reclaiming my domain and plunging it once more into darkness.”

Satan convened his council of demons and demonettes, who were ecstatic at his decision to re-conquer his lost territory. They were full of good advice about how to do this, especially how to poison people’s minds. Naturally, he would have to disguise himself........

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