ANGEL LOVES THE DEVIL--A quirky, supernatural comedy.
Daughter of God...meet Son of Satan. I now pronounce you Demon and Wife.
The daughter of one of the most beautiful angels in Heaven meets and falls in love with a member of the Underworld. In order to keep their secret from being discovered and risk facing ridicule and rejection from their peers, when they rendezvous on Earth for their dates, they must adopt human form.
However, they know nothing of man's ways and customs, and trying to fit in can make for a variety of humorous adventures!
It was a dark and stormy night...no wait--I can't write that; only Snoopy works this way. Let's try this again. It was a bright, sunshiny day. That's better. We need to have a bright, clear day so the players can see what they're doing.
Here we are in Stanley Park on Vancouver Island, getting ready for the start of the bi-millennial baseball game, that will decide the fate of mankind for the next 2,000 years. It used to be played at night for the longest time, so as to not disrupt daily activity. Then one evening, close to the Year 2000, the Chicago Cubs put an end to that dream.
The game had to be rescheduled for the first year of the new century (how fittng!), but that got rained out.
A few years went by without a word about it from either side. All the demons and scoundrels from the Underworld were very upset about this. They really wanted the game to be played, for they were sure they were going to win--they were favored--and thus turn the tide to put evil back into the hearts of men.
The angelic sprites in the Heavens couldn't see what all the fuss was about, and thought the monsters were getting too worked up over such a little thing. But their kind wouldn't hear of such nonsense. They knew whose fault it was, and as a consequence, they vowed that the Cubs would never win a World Series as long as they were alive, which was, well--eternity.
Then, in 2010, the talk started up again. The natives were getting restless. And besides, they had an agreement. The game must be played every other millennia to decide the course of human nature for the duration of the next term. Whoever wins would get to use their powers to make people good or bad. It's been that way since the beginning.
To be continued...
Daughter of God...meet Son of Satan. I now pronounce you Demon and Wife.
The daughter of one of the most beautiful angels in Heaven meets and falls in love with a member of the Underworld. In order to keep their secret from being discovered and risk facing ridicule and rejection from their peers, when they rendezvous on Earth for their dates, they must adopt human form.
However, they know nothing of man's ways and customs, and trying to fit in can make for a variety of humorous adventures!
It was a dark and stormy night...no wait--I can't write that; only Snoopy works this way. Let's try this again. It was a bright, sunshiny day. That's better. We need to have a bright, clear day so the players can see what they're doing.
Here we are in Stanley Park on Vancouver Island, getting ready for the start of the bi-millennial baseball game, that will decide the fate of mankind for the next 2,000 years. It used to be played at night for the longest time, so as to not disrupt daily activity. Then one evening, close to the Year 2000, the Chicago Cubs put an end to that dream.
The game had to be rescheduled for the first year of the new century (how fittng!), but that got rained out.
A few years went by without a word about it from either side. All the demons and scoundrels from the Underworld were very upset about this. They really wanted the game to be played, for they were sure they were going to win--they were favored--and thus turn the tide to put evil back into the hearts of men.
The angelic sprites in the Heavens couldn't see what all the fuss was about, and thought the monsters were getting too worked up over such a little thing. But their kind wouldn't hear of such nonsense. They knew whose fault it was, and as a consequence, they vowed that the Cubs would never win a World Series as long as they were alive, which was, well--eternity.
Then, in 2010, the talk started up again. The natives were getting restless. And besides, they had an agreement. The game must be played every other millennia to decide the course of human nature for the duration of the next term. Whoever wins would get to use their powers to make people good or bad. It's been that way since the beginning.
To be continued...