Morganatic Marriage

          A marriage is a contract. A legal document, between compentant
    parties. I am a licensed civil servant of marriages. This is my story.

          The lady was wealthy. She had the best legal representation.
    All the red tape had been submitted in triplicate. I asked for an
    interview. Miss Monica begain, "There is nothing in this world I
    care for; than my husband. What shall I do or why I am here I
    do not know. The one reason I have to live is my husband."

          I turned and looked at the empty chair next to her:  "Where is
    he?"  Miss Monica explained that Mr. Kong was coming from work.
    "Well, shouldn't he have planned a day off for this interveiw?" I was
    not happy with his tardiness. I turned away to check some e-mails
   
          When I turned back Mr. Kong was seated; strangely, reddish
    skin tone with very black eyes. "I... didn't hear you come in. Do you
    have anything to say?"  His smile was reptilian, "The gentleness of
    this lady is my strength. I am not a religious man, but Monica has
    shown me how to be happy."

          There combined income was impressive. Mr. Kong was a dealer
  in rare artifacts. Miss Monica had inherited her fathers real estate holdings.
  They were both well educated and in good health. Still, there was something
  strange about Mr. Kong; "Sir. Do you intend to raise a family?'

          Another disturbing smile and he answered, "Conjugal happiness
  has always been our goal. Monica is all ready carrying my child. A son."
  I smiled half heartedly, "Do you have a name for him?" Mr. Kong held
  Monica's hand and they kissed. Miss Monica turned to me, "Lucifer."

          I coughed. I quickly made note of the name in their application.
  "Don't you think the boy will have trouble fitting in?" I nervously picked
  up my cell phone. Mr. Kong gave a short laugh, "Ha. We have made no
  secret of our love for Satan. No one has shown us any discourtesy. It
  is a name of power and status. He will be a lion amongst sheep."

          As much as I disliked this Satanism. There is no law preventing
  the practice of their faith. I reluctantly signed their marriage certificate
  and stamped it. "Good luck with your new life together." I was lest than
  genuinus.



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