[ WP ] A Satanist is saved by a Christian from a group of muggers . Write about their experience .

“ Sacrilegious bastard! ” One of the men yelled as he drove a booted foot into John ’ s stomach. 
 
 “ Why don ’ t you pray to your Infernal Majesty for deliverance? ” Another jeered as he kicked the downed man. 
 
 “ Please… stop… ” John wheezed, his whole body screaming in pain. 
 
 “ I thought you liked this kinda stuff, devil worshipper! ” A third man yelled, bringing a metal rod down on his shoulder. John yelped, clutching the shoulder. 
 
 “ What in the Lord ’ s name is going on here? ” A voice commanded. The attacks stopped coming, and John curled into the fetal position, sobbing softly from the pain. 
 
 “ Them Satan worshippers like this kinda stuff. ” One of the men said, pointing to the prone John. 
 
 “ So, he ’ s a Satanist? ” The interloper asked. “ What ’ s he done to you? ” 
 
 “ Whaddya mean, what ’ s he done to us? ” The third man asked. 
 
 “ It ’ s a bit hard for me to be much clearer. What has he done to you personally? ” 
 
 “ Well, he ’ s a devil worshipper. ” The second man replied. 
 
 “ Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. ” The interloper said. “ What has he done to you to earn such a violent attack? ” 
 
 “ Hey, buddy, what ’ s it to you? ” John opened his eyes to see a smaller man standing up to his three burly attackers. “ Why are you all lovey-dovey to the devil-kisser? ” 
 
 “ Because he has done me no wrong, I ’ m sure he has done you no wrong. ” The interloper said, staring the one who seemed to be the leader in the eyes. “ Feel free to correct me if he has personally harmed you in any way. ” 
 
 One attacker opened his mouth, but stumbled on his words. “ Keep it open like that, and something will fly in. ” He closed it a moment later. John started to pull himself up, but collapsed from the pain. 
 
 “ Well, you ’ re no better than that devil-worshipper! ” The armed man said, raising his pipe. 
 
 “ Go on, then. Hit a defenseless man. ” The interloper said, spreading his arms wide in a gesture of surrender. The man hesitated, before lowering his arm. The pipe clanged to the floor a moment later. 
 
 “ Let ’ s go, guys. ” The one who seemed to be the leader said, walking off. The other ones followed him. 
 
 “ You okay? ” John ’ s savior asked, helping him into a sitting position. 
 
 “ Who… *kaff*… are you? ” John asked. 
 
 “ My name ’ s Roy. Come on, let ’ s get you some help. ” Roy said, looping John ’ s arm around his shoulders and helping John to his feet. 
 
 “ Why… why help me? ” John asked. “ I ’ m… I ’ m everything you hate. ” 
 
 “ You may be a Satanist, but you ’ re still human. Love thy neighbor. ” Roy said, smiling. “ Come on, help me out here. You still have to be able to bear some weight. ” 
 
 “ I… *kaffkaff*… think they… broke a rib or two… ” John said. “ I… I think I have… internal bleeding. ” 
 
 “ Well then, we ought to be quick. ” Roy said. 
 
 “ Don ’ t your… your preconceptions… ” 
 
 “ Preconceived notions never get in the way when helping someone. Love thy neighbor. ” Roy chuckled. “ I ’ m repeating myself. But in all seriousness, I couldn ’ t simply leave you there, Satanist, Christian or atheist. You could worship flying space monkeys for all I care, no one deserves that fate. ” 

