Ultraviolence: A Parable of Devotion

“There were two women, Sophia and Amorosa.

Sophia lived in light. She arched her neck into sunlight, bathed in moonlight, lit candles, awaited the sunrise. She was graceful, kind, sweet, pretty, weightless, happy, nice, had white teeth, clear skin, was never sad.

Amorosa lived in darkness. She played with fire and the fire recoiled. She writhed in ecstasy to rock n’roll, and all that is satanic, such as Led Zeppelin. Her past boyfriends were often degenerates who played video games.

One day a man was traveling along the countryside and got lost. He ended up in Los Angeles on Sunset and Vine. His father had warned him of women and their seductive natures and so had prepared him for his journey with the phone number of Sophia, should he need it upon his rare exodus into the evil world. He had never met Sophia, but his father spoke fondly of her. Secretly, his father and mother both spent hours in prayer daily that he would marry her.

The man took out his flip phone and went to dial Sophia’s number, which was written in his mother’s pretty calligraphy on a small piece of paper. He dialed. Her voice was expectant. His voice cracked. He got a hard-on and repented. He had not spoken much to what his pastor referred to as “the prettier gender.”

Sophia would be there to pick him up soon, she said, thirty or so minutes, probably more given LA traffic and her conscientiousness against speeding.

While the man was waiting for Sophia he heard many sounds he was unfamiliar with along the Strip. One such sound was the sound of a woman, laughing, somewhere in the distance. The sound was like ecstasy, so lovely and wild. He followed it, and found himself in a dark place full of much neon. Women wore thongs and danced and looked dazzling and had their tits out, and their tits jiggled in their fullness and shimmered. The man had never seen anything of any similarity and it was a strange and exotic sight.

“Hey, you,” a voice said, and he turned and it was the woman he had heard laughing, “you lost?” She was utterly gorgeous and looked like Megan Fox as well as Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton.

“Huh?” He asked, voice cracking again. The woman had curves and his father had warned him against curves. Neither his mother nor sister nor any woman in his home church had curves and if they did, they hid them with religious vigor as the righteous do.

“Amorosa,” she smiled, “that’s my name.” Amorosa wore a sapphire sequin skirt and bralette. She had long legs and full breasts. (Beware, my son, the woman who walks in darkness.) “You wanna dance?”

Despite his many refusals because he was not tempted in the slightest, but maintained all purity in heart and deed, the woman who walks in darkness managed to seclude him in a private room where she danced and frolicked for him. He did not enjoy this, nor the acts she forced upon him, as none of it was his taste. However, he did need a place to wait for Sophia who was on her way (“ETA: 45 minutes, sorry, the freeway is clear, but I don’t want to drive too fast – Sophia”, her most recent text read).

“I never do this,” Amorosa whispered in the man’s ear, “but I really like you. What if I gave you my phone number and we went on a date and got to know each other?”

This was a temptation the man felt he could not bear, the thought of dating a woman like this, of having a woman like this in his life alllllllllll the time. So he murdered her.

You must not allow the woman of darkness to lead you astray from the woman of light, for you must stay in the good path, my son. You must not give into her ways.

When Sophia arrived, he told her of the horrors of Amorosa and all the evil she had done. Sophia was impressed with his piety and devotion to holiness. Two hours later he proposed over coffee and bagels. They lived happily ever after,”

The speaker is cloaked in light, we can’t see his face. His voice is low, divine, his words are divination. When he speaks, the reality is given.

The ecstasy and loathing, us hearers, we writhe in loving devotion.