Jasfoup generally avoided public events, but when he was asked specifically to speak at a convention at the White Art* Hotel his pride wouldn’t let him refuse. It was only when he arrived that he discovered his talk on ‘Social Mores and the Decline of God’ was to be given to a group of eighty atheists.
While he remained in human form the speech went very well and he was given a polite clap before the audience retired to the dining room. Over dinner, however, in an effot to secure lobster, beef and tuna curry for himself, Jasfoup reverted to demonic form, just for a moment, to get ahead of the queue.
“Oh my God!” shrieked a conventioneer. “A demon!”
“Don’t be so Creationist,” said his friend. “There are no such things. No hush, or you’ll be ejected from the society.”
“Besides,” said Jasfoup on his way back from the buffet. “You might as well get used to seeing them, because you’re going to Hell.”
“For being an atheist?”
“No. For not being one.”
*It used to be the White Hart Hotel but the ‘H’ falling off coincided with the rise of New Age Travellers who found the name of the pub ‘cool’. Mike Chapman, the landlord, elected to keep the change of name.
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