Joshua Viola

"Let there be darkness,” the disciple said. He pierced the wretch’s eyes, and it was good.

The wretch cried out in pain.

“Let there be silence."

The disciple, never seen twice with the same visage, loosed the wretch’s tongue with a slash, and it was good.

"Let your nature be to crawl on your belly and eat dust."

The disciple, who was sometimes tall and sometimes short — but always...