He settled back down on his haunches. Andy realized he was clenching his fist so tightly his hand had fallen asleep. He shook it, wincing at the tingles of pain as the blood came back in.
“Were you the one who tempted Christ in the desert?” Thrist asked.
“I met him in the desert, Faaaaaather. But not to tempt. Only to warn him of his faaaaaate.”
Thrist's voice became a whisper. “Was Christ the son of God?”
“Yesssssss. God had sent him down on earth to dieeeeeee.”
“Fa!” Rabbi Shotzen threw up his hands in disgust. “I've had enough of this nonsense.”
Bub titled his head at Shotzen. “Bad hangover, Raaaaaaabbi?”
The Rabbi stood up and pointed at the demon. “I don't know what you are, but Satan you are not.”
“Don’t you beleeeeeeeive me?”
“Do not allow yourself to be misled,” the Rabbi told the group. “He shows only what he wants you to see. You are being manipulated.”
“Foooooool,” Bub said. “Jews are not the chosen peeeeeeeople.”
Shotzen’s face lost all color. He turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
“You warned Christ?” Thrist asked, apparently unaffected by Shotzen's outburst.
“Wanted to saaaaave him.” Bub leaned back, assuming his lotus position. “God wanted him deaaaaaaad.”
Thrist shook his head. “Christ died for our sins. He wasn't being punished by God. He died so God would forgive us.”
“God was jealoussssss,” Bub said. “So he killed Hisssss son.”
Thrist shook his head. “It was for our sins. God forgave us.”
“God doesn’t caaaaare about yooooou.”
“What of the resurrection?” Thrist asked. “Christ rising from the dead?”
“Lieeeess.”
“It had to happen,” Thrist declared.
“His followers stole hissssss body from the tooooooomb.”
The priest shook his head. “No.”
“I saaaaaw them.”
“That simply isn't true.”
“It’s truuuuuuuuuue.”
Thrist deflated in his chair. There was a silence that stretched on for over a minute. Andy wasn’t sure if any of this were true, but he noticed that Father Thrist looked like he’d been beaten up.
“What of prayer?” Race asked finally. “Does God hear prayers?”
“God doesn’t caaaare.”
“I... I don't feel well,” Thrist said quietly.
“When we die, do we go to heaven?” Race asked.
Bub brought a talon up to his beard and scratched it.
“I don’t knoooooow.”
Race furrowed his brow. “You don’t know? Or you’re not telling?”
The demon’s face got so ugly Andy had to turn away.
“I. Doooooooooon’t. Knooooooooooooooow.”
“How about hell?” Sun asked.
Bub focused on Sun. The anger on his face vanished, replaced with a sly smile.
“Yooooooooou’ll seeeeeeeee.”
Andy looked at the others, wondering if they were as creeped out as he was. They were, except for Race, who appeared more impatient than scared.
“Did God give you the ability to bring back the dead?” Race asked.
“Yessssssss.”
“How about heal? Can you heal the sick?”
“Yesssssss. I can cuuuuuuuuure your wiiiiiiife.”
Race stood up suddenly, pressing his palms to the glass. “Helen?”
“Yessssssss.” Bub touched the Plexiglas, placing his palm against Race’s.
“Bring her to meeeeeeee”
Race paused for a nanosecond, then headed for the door.
“General,” Sun warned. “That isn’t a wise idea.”
“We'll be right back.”
Race practically yanked Dr. Harker out of her chair and they exited as fast as he could pull her. Andy saw Father Thrist take Race’s place at the glass, both hands pressed against Bub’s.
“Is there no way to win heaven?” Thrist asked. There were tears in his eyes.
“Such sadnessssss,” Bub said. “God doesn't want you to be saaaaaaad. Maybe there is a waaaaaaaay.”
Thrist nodded several times. “Yes. Of course there’s a way. You just aren’t aware of it. You've never read the bible, have you?”
“Noooooooo.”
“I'll bring you mine. You shall have mine. I'll be right back.”
Thrist also hurried out of the room.
Andy looked around. “The ranks are thinning.”
“I have a few questions,” Sun moved to Race's seat. “You said you were in a coma. How did that happen?”
“I don’t knoooooow.”
“Did you get sick? Injured somehow?”
“I don’t knoooooow.”
“I have studied your physiology. You are immune to all disease. We've tried practically every bug known to man, nothing makes you sick.”
Bub stared impassively at Sun. His black tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked the mucus from his right nostril.
Andy flinched. Sun asked, “Ever hear the name Kukulcán?”
The demon's mouth twitched.
“Noooooo.”
“You’re lying,” Sun said. “How about that hot rock thing. What's it called?”
“Tuunich k'iinal,” Andy said.
“I don’t knoooooow.”
“But it's engraved in your capsule,” Sun said.
“I don’t knoooooow.”
Sun folded her arms. “And taken 800 miles away from your city, buried seventy feet deep with hand tools. It sounds like they feared you. Feared you even when you were dead.”
“Do you fear meeeeee? There’s nothing to feaaaaaar, but feaaaaaar itself.”
That and talking demons, Andy thought.
But Sun stood her ground.
Why did you wake up now?” She asked. Her voice was getting louder. “What's special about now? Why not ninety years ago? What took so goddamn long?”
“I was waaaaaaaaiting.”
“For what?”
“The riiiiiiight time.”
“Where did you really come from, Bub? Tell me the truth. None of this bible thumping bullshit.”
The demon looked beyond them.
“Raaaaaace. Heeeeeeeeeelen.”
Race pushed Helen forward in her wheelchair, stopping to give Sun a stern look.
“Don't let Helen go in there,” Sun said. “You can’t trust him.”
“What happened to remaining united in our opinion?” Race asked brusquely.
“Bub has been lying. I bet everything he's said so far has been a lie.”
Race looked at Andy, a question in his eyes.
“She’s over-reacting,” Andy said, shrugging.
Sun clenched her fist and Andy thought for a moment that she was going to deck him. Instead she spun on her heels and stormed out.
“Sun doesn’t like meeeeeeeeee.”
“I like you,” Race said. “And I’ll like you even more if you cure my wife.”
Andy tapped Race on the shoulder and whispered.
“Do you think making a deal with the devil is wise, General?”