A wolf disguised himself as a sheep and infiltrated a herd. Each night, the wolf ate a sheep, frightening the remaining animals. The panicked creatures bleated for the shepherd to come to their aid.
After three nights of slaughter, one of the sheep followed the wolf. Before the wolf could strike, the sheep reared up and butted the wolf with his horns. In the moonlight, the wolf saw that he was no sheep. He was a goat.
The wolf howled in pain and limped off, mortally wounded.
The sheep were surprised by the goat’s fury and violence. They were aghast that the horned beast had been living with them all along in disguise.
“We should have waited for the shepherd,” bleated one of the sheep.
“There is no shepherd,” replied the goat.
“Satanism advocates personal justice, personally administered.”
– Blanche Barton, The Secret Life of a Satanist, 239.
Sheep grazing in the field were often attacked by roving wolves. Shepherds did their best to stop the regular carnage. But it was accepted as part of the business. The sheep preached love for the wolf. They hoped that it might accept the love and stop eating them.
The sheep didn’t attempt to fight off the wolves when they appeared for a meal. They scrambled away and bleated but soon succumbed to the beast’s fangs.
The hopelessness and impotence among the sheep angered a goat who grazed with them. When a wolf attacked that night, it went for the goat, which fought back. The goat butted the ferocious beast with its horned head. It raked its horns across the fallen wolf’s ribs. It crushed its jaws with its cloven hooves. The wolf limped howling in pain back to the woods.
The wolf licked his wounds. But it could never eat more than grass and bugs after the battle with the goat. The other wolves no longer bothered the goat when they returned for more meat. They were reminded of the scars and memories the goat left on their comrade. Now the sheep fawned over the goat. The others wolves returned for more blood. They became angry when it refused to help them.
When he was old, the goat died. He was always remembered for crushing the wolf. The sheep laughed at the beast grazing on the grass nearby where they fed.
“Make yourself a terror to your adversary; this way you will live forever – in the brains and sinew of those whose respect you have gained. Wreak vengeance; don’t turn the other cheek.”
LaVey, Anton. The Satanic Bible. New York: Avon Books, 1969. Print.
A snake traveled through a field, intent on finding a mouse to eat and a stone to curl up on. While crossing a path, he startled a human. The snake kept on his way. But the human yelled out in fear and stabbed at the creature with his walking stick.
“Here we go again,” thought the serpent.
The snake turned to slither off in the opposite direction. But he was blocked by a rock wall along the path. The human continued to bat at the snake with his weapon.
The serpent paused. He thought his stillness might calm the human but to no avail. The human trapped the snake’s head under the end of his stick. The snake writhed for a second, and then went limp. The human released pressure on the stick, thinking the snake dead.
As soon as the snake felt the stick lift from his neck, he lashed out. He bit the human on his leg, and then shot off into the grass. The human gasped and fell to the ground, clutching his stricken limb.
A few seconds later, the serpent was again on his way.
Later in the day, the snake relaxed on his favorite stone, far from the path. The thought of the human expiring on the path rarely crossed his mind. Yet he did enjoy marking time for a while using the decaying corpse as a timepiece.
“When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask them to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.”
LaVey, Anton. The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth. Church of Satan, 1967. Web.