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The Temptation of Lucifer: A Short Tale of a Seduction Orchestrated by the Devil

An Air Warrior and devotee of Lord Krishna has published over 120 short stories and 15 books on fiction and 4 on military history.


The Priest

( This is almost a true story though I have given it a treatment of a writer of fiction)

Nirmal Gaon is a small hamlet a few miles south of Bassein Road on the Arabian Sea, close to the city of Mumbai. At the far end of the village is a small church. It’s a quaint building with white walls topped by an exotic steeple. Its construction points to a hoary past, pointing to a period from the time of the Portuguese rule. Father Fernando M. used to look after this church. The forty-year-old priest lived a simple
life and looked after the parish. He conducted Mass, listened to confessions, and attended to all other chores associated with the church. Over the years the priest had built up a trust and confidence that endeared him to the populace he served. He kept a busy schedule and made it a point to see that not a second of his life in a day
was wasted. It was generally a long day going well into the night before FrFernando switched of the night-light to get a few hours of rest. The fact was that the priest was scared of idleness and leisure time, for that was the time when his mind strayed from the beaten path of God and Church and he was assailed by thoughts that were weird and sometimes lascivious.
It was the day of confession; that he feared the most. The confessions, at
least some of them were not only weird but also erotic in the extreme. At such times he was reminded of Eve and her desire to eat the forbidden fruit.

One Sunday the Priest sat down on the wooden bench in his cabin to hear the confessions as usual. He crossed his heart and waited with bated breath as he sensed the entry of a woman next door. The aromatic aura an exotic perfume wafted up to him like a sophomoric delight. The inane sexuality of the woman reached out to him like an all-enveloping reptile. The lady coughed slightly as if gathering the courage to speak and then murmured in a soft caressing voice.
“Father, I have a confession to make”
“Yes, my daughter”
“Father, I am assailed by bad thoughts”
He kept quiet, waiting for the lady to continue. There was a moment’s pause before the lady continued in a soft voice.
“Father, I am disturbed by sex”
Taken aback at the brazen statement, Father Fernando swallowed hard and replied in a dry voice
“That's a normal human failing, but daughter you must not allow the devil to rule your soul”
He did not know why he said these words, but they seemed to have a
reassuring effect on the lady.
“Father, I have something more to confess”
“Father yesterday I allowed my brother-in-law to make love to me. Father, I enjoyed it very much, more so when my lover told me that after having me he would go and possess my sister also. The thought thrilled me!”
“Amen,” he whispered. Before he could say anything else, there was rustling and he could sense that the girl had gone away. He remembered the voice as vibrant and sharp and he could not help conjuring up an image of a young and vivacious girl. He banished the thought from his mind as another person took the lady’s place.



After it was over, Father Fernando came out and mounted his bicycle. The sun shone bright and clear as it bathed the countryside in a golden yellow hue. The priest pedaled to his modest two-roomed cottage. All along his mind reverted to the happenings of the morning. What a change over the years. Confessions becoming more candid! Perhaps it reflected the times. What promiscuity!

He sat on the old sofa and opened the front page of the ‘Indian Express’. He had just read the headlines when a soft knock on the door attracted his attention.
“Come in” he instructed.
The door opened with a grating sound and a lady in her thirties entered.
“Ah, Mary!” Father F-exclaimed “What brings you here?”
“I wanted your advice and help, Father” the lady replied.
“Yes, I’m always available. Please let me know what I can do for you?”
“Father, my daughter is not pulling on well in Math’s. In fact this term her marks are pretty low. Could you Sir, help her. I am making this request as I know you did your Post Graduation in maths”
The priest scratched his chin “Well Mary, I dare say I can’t say no. Perhaps I could spare some time in the afternoon. Would that be O.K.?”

And so it came to pass that Molly the lissome 19-year-old daughter of Mary started taking math lessons from Father Fernando. One afternoon Father F walked up to the window and looked out. The sky was getting overcast and he could sense that it would soon rain. He looked at the gathering clouds and relished the beauty of God’s
creation. He was engrossed in his thoughts and did not hear the entry of Molly. She came right behind him and whispered.
The words startled him as they cut into his reverie. He looked back and saw the girl stand demurely before him. She wore a cotton blouse and nylon skirt. Seeing her, the heart of father F-warmed. He had seen her before but today she looked a real beauty. Father F – realized that Molly was truly a beautiful girl, self-sufficient perhaps, spry without a doubt. He could not help admiring her stride as she walked towards him with athletic grace, not quite a deer-like since she was more petite than long-legged.
“Welcome, dear girl,” he said, dropping his gaze momentarily to her slender legs that had a charm of their own. His gaze involuntarily moved up from her slim legs to her narrow waist and pert raisings. Father F shuddered. He had not bargained for such a lovely piece of God's creation.
“Well” he mumbled, clearing his throat “let's start the lesson for the day”
The lesson began. He started with Algebra, keenly observing Molly as he guided her through the linear equations. In between Molly’s bosom heaved rhythmically, as she breathed long and hard. After some time, Molly raised her arms in the process uplifting her breasts and sighed.
“Oh! Father. I’m tired and can’t study anymore. Can we continue tomorrow?”
Father F couldn’t say anything except nod his head. She left swaying her hips gently in a sensuous movement. Seeing her receding figure. The priest wondered whether this movement was deliberate.
He crossed his heart and whispered to himself ‘I must beware of Lucifer, Amen!’

He was about to walk away when he noticed a small brown-colored cloth bag lying on the floor by the side of the chair. He picked it up and thought ‘it’s Molly’s, she must have forgotten it’
As the man lifted the bag a book slipped out onto the floor with a soft thud. He bent down and picked up the tome and read the title ‘The Lustful Turk". He had heard of the book but never read it. 'Poor girl' he thought, she is definitely in the clutches of Satan.
The priest took the book to his bedroom and left it on the side table and continued his chores. At night when he lay down on the bed his gaze fixed on the book again.

He picked it up and opened the first page. He read and continued to read page after page till the entire book was finished till the wee hours of the morning. As he put the book away, his entire perception of Molly had changed.
"Spare me Lucifer” he whispered to himself “for you power appears great.”

The next day Molly came as usual. But there was a difference that could not escape his notice. She looked positively fresh and inviting, as she had taken greater care of her appearance. She wore a black printed skirt and white cotton blouse that set her body to an exotic advantage.
“Molly,” He said sharply “you left your book here, behind you”
“Yes sir, I forgot”
“It’s not a book for a young girl” he admonished gently.
“But Sir!”
As she sat down the skirt shifted upwards, revealing the incandescent flesh of her thighs.
“Molly” Father F voice cracked and he felt a constriction in his throat, as an electric current darted through his body.
'Calm yourself, man,' he repeated to himself. 'This is a test by God himself.' A small voice in his brain whispered ‘Send her away!”
But the words did not emanate from his moth. All he said was “let’s get down to the Linear equations”
There was a crash of thunder and the small cottage shook like leaf as lightning struck a nearby tree. Thunder now boomed and boomed again as a strong downpour commenced. Instinctively Molly got up and rushed towards the open window exclaiming “Oh, I love the rain”
She stood by the open window, allowing the fine spray to fall on her blouse and body.
“Come back” father F shouted, “You will get wet and catch a cold”
But Molly stood as if in a trance not having heard Father F plea and allowed the rain to continue falling on her blouse, making it completely wet.

Lucifer casts his dice

Spontaneously she turned and exclaimed, “Oh father, I love the rain.”
The blouse now completely drenched, clung to her body revealing a pair of luscious braziered breasts.
“Take of that blouse Molly, you’ll get a chill’ Father F shouted.
At that time he was genuinely concerned for her health.
She stood for a moment facing the priest, a half smile on her lips. Triumphant, like the smile of Medusa.

Then in one swift motion, she peeled the wet blouse over her head, tossing it in disdainful manner in one corner of the room. Father F could not help but look.
Outside the rain increased in ferocity and beat on the earth creating a dull patter. The house shook as thunder crashed and crashed again.
“Father, I am frightened” Molly whispered.
Involuntarily the man moved forward and enveloped; Molly in his arms, more to shelter her than anything else. But his arms were their own masters and they crushed Molly to him.

Molly looked up to him with half open lips. The temptation was too great, overpowering and intoxicating. Father F lost all control over his sense and power of reasoning.
His lips imprisoned Molly’s and he kissed her, first softly and then with greater vigour. Molly reciprocated and opened her mouth, allowing Father F tongue to slide into her mouth. The desire to eat the forbidden fruit was overpowering and he was overwhelmed with it. He kissed her again and again…. It was an exhilarating
experience and he felt himself float on a cloud. He closed his eyes as the emotionoverwhelmed him. Breathless he broke the kiss, as his hands, as is their own accord began to do what. he didn't want to do.

After that everything was in a haze. He couldn’t remember what he did.


Confession and Redemption

After it was all over he realized the enormity of what he had done.
“Oh God, What Have I done!”
Molly did not come for Math’s lesson after that and Father F felt relieved. He
recovered his equanimity as the week passed, but at night when he was alone, the
events of that day haunted him like a specter. He was sometimes consumed with
anxiety as he wondered if Molly would tell about his misdemeanor to anybody else.
At these times he prayed with greater fervor.
A few days later on another Sunday, he sat down in the cubicle to hear the
He sensed the entry of a girl as he waited tentatively for a confessor to speak.
“Father,” the girl said ‘I want to make a confession’
Father F heartbeats quickened, for there was no doubt that the girl in the cabin next
to him was Molly! He could not have missed the caressing voice.
“Yes, my daughter” he replied in a forced whisper.
“Father, I have sinned and would like God to forgive me” he kept quiet waiting for
the girl to continue, all the time his heartbeats and pulse getting more feverish.
“Father, I have sinned and would like God to forgive me."

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He kept quiet waiting for the girl to continue, all the time his heartbeats and pulse getting more feverish.
“Father, I had a wager with my friend Pinky, that I would be able to seduce the
village priest and induce him to love me. Father, I won the bet, but after it was all
over, I felt sorry for the priest and lied to my friend and preferred to lose the bet”.
“Oh Girl, “the priest exclaimed, “You have sinned, but the Lord has compassion for
those who repent”
“Father” the girl whispered back “This secret will die with me. Forgive me….”
Father F put his hand on his head and wiped the profuse sweat. He felt happy.
“Oh God,” he whispered to himself, “there is goodness among evil after all and Lucifer
must always lose, Amen!”


MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on October 05, 2020:

Thank you Flourish for sparing time and commenting

FlourishAnyway from USA on October 04, 2020:

A compelling story about a bad boy priest. He was the so-called adult in the room. I hope she does tell on him.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on July 17, 2020:

Anupam, it's a pleasure to have your comment.

Robert Sacchi on July 17, 2020:

You're welcome.

Anupam Mitu from MUMBAI on July 17, 2020:

At one point, I too felt that the priest had done a sin, but the ending changed everything. Exhilarating!

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 16, 2020:

Robert, thanks for your comment

Robert Sacchi on June 16, 2020:

A different take on a story of a man of the cloth falling into temptation.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 01, 2020:

Thank you, Pamela, for commenting.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on June 01, 2020:

Temptation is sometimes so strong we make the wrong choice. It could be that Father F was in the wrong line of work, but we do learn from our mistakes.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 01, 2020:

Thank you Road Monkey for a lovely comment.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 01, 2020:

Thanks, hopefully things will improve.

RoadMonkey on June 01, 2020:

Very good story. Loved the ending. Temptation is just that - tempting. If it were not, none of us would ever sin.

CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on June 01, 2020:

@MG Singh

Things are not right here either.

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 01, 2020:

Alan, these things happen in life. I was related this by a close friend but I gave it a bit color. Thank you for commenting.

Alan R Lancaster from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire) on June 01, 2020:

(Chuckles and starts his comment): Emge it's a story-and-a-half. A bit of a moral conundrum, eh? I suppose all Catholic priests go through this at some time in their lives.

Sort of puts me in mind of Loki, the mischief-maker of Asgard. He knew how to 'work' his fellow gods but came to grief before Ragnaroek, his wife shielding his face from the poisonous saliva of the World Serpent as he languished in chains.

Old Nick doesn't fare too well here either, doesn't get his man...

MG Singh emge (author) from Singapore on June 01, 2020:

Thank you Chatra Ram, how are you in Barmer, I plan to visit Utarlai once this pandemic subsides.

CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on June 01, 2020:

Amazing story bro...

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