A Locomotive at Full Steam
The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth
by Anton Szandor LaVey
© 1967
- Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.
- Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.
- When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.
- If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.
- Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.
- Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.
- Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.
- Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.
- Do not harm little children.
- Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.
- When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.
A Locomotive at Full Steam
Written by Jeremiah Bueno
Engulfed in flames, the two stood in a whirlwind of heat. Red skies, black clouds. The ground was barren and dead.
He stood forward.
“Dame tu alma y te dare lo que tu alma mas desea en todo el universe.” He offered his hand in consolation. She declined.
A shallow breath escaped her lips as she clutched a locket engraved VG. A smile began to perch as the thought of embracing her lost child became feasible.
The man in the suit shook his head, his hands at his waist. “Eso no se puedo. Ella no es de aqui”. His hands now clasped behind his back, he stood with his feet firmly planted along the edge of the cliff.
Tears welled up, her breathing gained weight and a few fugitive tears dropped down the side of her cheek.
“El hombre que penso que su insignia y su rango le autorizo hacerla nada mas que un objecto . El que su ego le mando hacer cosas malvadas indecibles para sacar la gratificacion sexualmente. Lluego, su miedo y orgullo le urgo a tartar de cubrir lo que hizo. Corrio y se escondio, el temoroso.Hasta que en sus dias mas oscuras, se dio cuenta en lo que era inevitable. No habia remordimeinto, no sentia culpa por lo que ha hecho. Al fin era solamente un nino tratando de justificar sus aciones. Su estomago lleno de pildoras le guio aqui. Ni en su suicidio, encontro la manera de ser hombre.” The man in the suit paced about, his voice growing in volume with each sentence, stoking and awakening the fires of revenge stored away in his heart.
The woman stood there breathing heavily. Lightheaded and fixated on a name and face she had only seen on the news. Her fists had clenched tightly, and she had just become aware of it.
The well-dressed man stood but a few steps behind her, just in earshot.
“Penso que pudo escapar los dolores del mundo mortal. Y hasta este momento lo cree.”
A door appeared in front of the two and through a peephole, the woman saw the murderer of her daughter. He sat peacefully, watching clouds float, butterflies and sparrows linger about a white room.
“Inclina la cabeza y una simple “Gracias” y seras su encargada del carcel.” He smiled slightly and nudged her in the direction of the door. A sense of righteous justice filled the man in the suit. The scales the young man in the room had tipped were about to be leveled.
She stepped forward, dropped her chin and whispered, “Gracias”.
