Monday, November 12, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 131.05

“Har-de-har.” Harold sighed. “I suppose you're right. We can only do our best to guide her. Who are we to say what's right or wrong, anyway. A vampire and a demon are hardly the ideal model for moral parenting.”

“Better us than the religious right. They'd have her slaughtering the earth for the greater good in a stop-the-sin-before-it-happens policy. Death of the child to ensure a heavenward journey because they believe children go to Heaven.”

“Only because it's what they've been told. They can be blamed for their actions only according to an external morality. Look at the people who condemn homosexuality but continue to shave and eat shellfish. It's not their fault they don't know they're as damned as the people they condemn, they were lied to by their community elders.”

Gillian shook her head. “I wish you'd stop banging on about that. You've been saying that ever since I bit you.”

“I'm not banging on about it. It's a legitimate concern.”

“If you say so, Harold.” She nodded ahead. “Looks like we've arrived at whatever we were heading for.”

“The rift, I think.” He moved forward and stood on the other side of Jasfoup to peer through the observation window. The room beyond was split almost in two by a line of dull red light he recognised from his sojourn in the land of the dead. Beyond the line, shadowy figures tended a crop that went on as far as he could see.

“Look at all that weed, man.” Dill was drooling at the sight of more than an acre of cannabis, only it wasn't spit that was dripping onto the floor but some sort of green fluid.”

“Yup.” Jasfoup looked at Harold. “Can you close the rift or should I?”

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