Moloch and Mammon

The Were-zomb-ire's teeth were chattering after having spent a night in the Vatican garden on a rather chilly Rome evening.

The demon Moloch who was using the Were-Zomb-ire's body as his host was starting to feel cold.

He was used to intense heat.

"Good morning," said the demon Mammon who happened to be in the neighbourhood.

"Mammon, what are you doing here?" Moloch through the Were-Zomb-ire's mouth asked the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce.

"Some of the Vatican bureaucrats who are under my control have just issued a statement through the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace calling for the creation of a World Financial Authority," Mammon smiled, "and I of course am going to be the one running that World Financial Authority when it's finally created."

"You haven't formed an alliance with the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl by any chance have you?" Moloch asked through chattering teeth.

"So what if I have?" Mammon shrugged, "by the way what you were doing spending all night in the Vatican garden?".

"I was trying to locate Pope Benedict XVI," Moloch growled through the Were-Zomb-ire.

"Have you ever heard those stories about that mysterious priest who goes down into the catacombs and takes saucers of milk and bread to feed all the hungry stray cats who live down there in the catacombs?" Mammon asked.

"Yes, I have heard those stories," Moloch nodded.

"Well that mysterious priest since 1981 has been Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger now Pope Benedict XVI," replied Mammon, "he was down in the catacombs last night doing it."

Mammon walked away whistling.

Moloch took a step and tripped over a black cat which caused him to fall into a fount of Holy Water.

"Hell, no," Moloch's Were-Zomb-ire body started to smulder.

To be continued.