A Message From Uncle Malcolm: On Leadership

There has been another fluctuation in the space/time continuum, allowing the following to fall into my lap. Maybe I should hire an exorcist.

“My dear Megan,

The situation with the pandemic is going according to plan. This is one of the benefits of eternity: you feel as though you have seen everything before. I hope you are acting upon the pointers I gave you; you seemed rather distracted last time we met.

The reason for this missive is the humans’ leader. As you may be aware, he is what is known as hellsent - a creature so steeped in sin, their soul is already resident in hell, with an empty vessel taking their place on Earth. These only come along ten times a century; we watch them from below with great interest. In fact Throop the astrologer believes he is the Anti-Christ Nostradamus predicted centuries ago. Perhaps there’s something in it. A broken clock is right twice a day, after all.

The hellsent’s mission is simple: to wreak havoc wherever he goes, leaving devastation in his wake. Through malicious wilfulness and bovine stupidity, he is slaughtering his people. There will be a bloodbath before he is done, mark my words. My only hope is that I’m not expected to pay host to the wretch if and when he dines at Tartarus; I have standards. Our Father has already stated he will book his diary solid so he never has to meet him.

You might ask what this has to do with you, Tempter to the most insignificant of targets. My dear niece, politics affects everyone - you would know this had you paid heed to your lessons. The leader of one nation throws a tantrum; the resulting ripples cross oceans, changing foreign policy overnight. All of humanity is caught in the crosshairs.

Let this be food for thought, at least. I would hate to think two decades of careful mentorship had gone to waste.

Your affectionate uncle,

Malcolm”