This year it seems that the diablo has somewhat prematurely croaked — finally surrendering his long lost, bricks and mortarl soul. This sudden shift to the virtual sees Old Nick in a suitably cheapo box at his usual spot in Barrio La Concepción, lying in Satan, flanked by a guard of dishonour.
Las malas lenguas murmuran that it must have been covid, but now that we are not quite so all in this together as we were last year there is a growing social stigma surrounding "la gripona", and as Beelzebub and the boys are still running the family firm from home — Pandemonium — it was thought best to put his demise down to metastasizing corruption and thereby not lose any friends over it. In truth his little anti-heart packed it in one weekend watching Antigua GFC.
Has there ever been a bigger conspiracy theorist? One can imagine what The Father Of Lies thought about the vaccines.
Like James Bond, he will return. There are after all cien mil diablos.
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