"Look at them swooning over their
gadgets," said Levitt, an old-school demon that has observed (and interfered with) mankind's technological progress. "They place more faith in their apps than they do in their gods."
"But isn't that a good thing," asked Janore, a junior demon and a relatively recent addition to the ranks of the earth-walkers.
"Yes," replied Levitt, "but I do so miss the old days — when deception required exquisite subtlety, a bit of protracted patience, and a measure of ingenuity."
"And now," asked a slightly confused Janore.
"Now it only requires the crushing of digital confectionery, the long hours of simulated agriculture, or the promise of finding true love, or at least a hot date, to lure them in.
"What challenge is there when pure compulsion has them rush to the trough like swine? How less sweet is the taste of victory when the meat is hunted for you and then served on a silver platter," said Levitt more to himself than to Janore.
"Weakness in any form is to our benefit and all the better for the Master's balance sheet, is it not," asked Janore.
"Yes, of course. Of course," said Levitt. "We are in...
eternal service to keep the Master's balance sheet in the black. Deepest, darkest, black. By any and all means necessary.
"Now let us find a party that is soaked in alcohol and see if we can orchestrate an embarrassing act that will be captured on video. If we play their cards right, the clip could wind up on one of those 'dumbest humans' television shows. That will surely
please the Master."
And into the night the demons flew, the winds of malice beneath their wings.
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