Lilith Loves Sugar-Coated Doughnuts

By David J. Wighton

Reacting to a Cosmos edict that female devils had to be treated fairly, Hell's new Satan created a separate female-only Hell, which he named Hellette. Good bye problem of unfair treatment. He further ruled that Hellette would have its own Satanette. Aren't those just the cutest names?

The first Satanette of Hellette was a devil named Lilith. She used to work as an undercover spy for the SSS (Satan's Secret Service) and she offered to continue in that position for the new Satan. That meant that he would have his personal spy reporting everything that Hellette tried to do. Later, Lilith faced Heaven's Princes Guinevere in a court case and came away the big winner. Satan could now solve Hell's plastic and hygiene problems. Lilith clobbered the Guinevere angel!

Separately, Winnie agreed to conduct an investigation for Zale Zilio, the CEO of planet Boogie-Woogie. She believed that another planet was trying to undermine her leadership. Winnie discovered that Ear Wax, the CEO of a planet named Piggity-Wiggity, was indeed trying to ferment trouble for Zale but Winnie found evidence that should put Ear Wax into legal jeopardy. Fair warning: Given my previous use of cow puns in Book #21, my readers should be prepared to encounter some pig puns in a book that has a planet named Piggity Wiggity. You might say that I have piggybacked off the cow puns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David J. Wighton
• Release date: Sep 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005072674

David J. Wighton

David Wighton is a retired educator who enjoys writing youth novels when he's not on a basketball court coaching middle-school girls. The books in his Wilizy series peek at how people lived after the word's governments collapsed in the chaos that followed the catastrophic rise in ocean levels and the disappearance of the world's last deposits of oil. Luckily today, in the 2080s, the citizens of Alberta are safe because their It's Only Fair society uses brain-bands to zap people whenever they break a rule. That way, all children grow up knowing the difference between right and wrong. Unfortunately, they're also taught that women's ankles need to be covered so that men can't see them and turn into perverts. Plus, no-one in Alberta can have babies any more because the government manufactures them in a way that ensures that no child has an unfair advantage over any other child. All of this makes sense to Alberta's dictator, but not to Will and Izzy – two teenagers who are decidedly different from everyone else.Wighton's novels have strong teenage characters driving the plot and facing challenges that, in many respects, are no different from what teenagers face today. His novels are intended to entertain and readers will find adventure, romance, suspense, humour, a strong focus on family, plus a touch of whimsy. Wighton also writes to provoke a little thought about life in today's societies and what the future might bring. Teachers may find the series useful in the classroom and the novels are priced with that intent in mind.

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Lilith Loves Sugar-Coated Doughnuts

by David J. Wighton

Book #35 in the Wilizy Series

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New Characters

Hell

• New Satan, Mammon, Ponzi, and Lilith.

Cuban Recruits

• Alicia Fuentes, her mother Mercedes, and Inez.

Planet Boogie-Woogie (Blue Skies)

• Zale Zilio, Marleigh, Micah, Mirage, and father Horatio.

Planet Piggity-Wiggity and its two moons, Jingle-Jangle

• Earwax.

The Cosmos

• Justice Claude.

Tale of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Books in the Wilizy Series

About the Author: David J. Wighton

Chapter 1

Your job is to search the entire island and collect all of the eggs that the chickens have laid since the previous day.

The friendly personnel officer was telling the new employee what she would be doing. The she in question was standing perfectly still. There was a reason for that. Another friendly personnel officer had a knife to her throat. The third personnel officer, who had won awards for being friendly, was standing behind her, one hand on the chains that connected the two handcuffs. A quick yank upwards would probably dislocate both shoulders. At least, that's what he predicted would happen. That'll be the end of your pitching career, he added unnecessarily.

Actually, that pitching career had ended in Atlanta when she had handed the game ball to the big blonde power hitter and ace pitcher. That had been on Sunday, June 10. The next day, the secret service had charged her with treason and deposited her in the bottom of a well-hidden prison for malcontents. Malcontents meant anybody that threatened to damage the image of a peaceful, law-abiding, and patriotic Cuba. Everybody knew that Cubans loved baseball. Their players didn't quit. They certainly didn't confess to cheating.

It was now Saturday, June 30, although only the prison guards knew that. Everybody in the cells had been left in the dark, literally and figuratively. Although she had been allowed to keep her pinky ring, it didn't work. Something inside the prison was jamming the rings. As to the literal reason, the prisoners were truly in the dark. Prisoners were much easier to control if the lights were always off, with the exception for meals in the large mess hall. Each prisoner was also allowed fifteen minutes to exercise alone in a walkway between the female prison and the male prison. That exercise might be scheduled in the dead of night. Still, it was fresh air.

She had been let out of the prison when three prison guards took her out of her cell and brought her to an outside door. They had handed her over to three soldiers who frog marched her to a transport copter and fastened her securely inside the freight area. An hour later, she was on a stinky island listening to her job description. [Frog marching meant pinning a captive's arms behind her and propelling her forward. Actual frogs don't march.]

The chickens have been here for over a month. There is ample natural food for them on the island. We allowed all the eggs to hatch and we now have ample hens for a steady egg production business. We removed the roosters a week ago. You will collect eggs daily and deposit them in the crates next to the copter pad. You'll find most of the eggs in the roosting sheds, but the hens can lay eggs anywhere they want on this island. It will take you most of a day to search it properly. If we find roosters here, we'll know you were lazy. Laziness means punishment. We will return each Sunday and unload enough food and water supplies for you to live for a week.

She didn't say anything. It seemed clear enough. A different form of prison, but prison none the less.

Un-cuff her and then unload the copter, he ordered the two soldiers. Stand very still, he ordered the new egg collector. To emphasize the need for her to remain still, he lifted the flap on his holster, pulled out a standard issue army pistol and pointed it at her body. I can hardly miss from here. You won't die. You'll just wish you had. His instructions from the Secret Service Commander had been very clear. If she escapes, you will take her place.

The unloading went quickly and the copter was soon gone. She looked around and saw the beach with the plastic covering the waters of the bay. She padded down to the water in her bare feet, waded in, and began pulling the plastic ashore. Looking at the food rations could wait.

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Shields is back from Planet Boogie-Woogie, Winnie informed Guinny.

Planet what?

Planet Boogie-Woogie.

Isn't that a type of piano music?

"For us it is. Shields says that it means blue skies to them, which are relatively rare for that planet. Normally, their skies are yellow. A day of blue skies means something momentous is about to happen."

Yellow skies? Air pollution?

Apparently not. Their sun gives off a unique band of solar radiation that affects the trees growing on the planet in a very good way. The planet has high demand for its wood exports. They can afford to be choosey. If they don't like you, they won't trade with you.

"Sounds kind of weird to name your planet Blue Skies."

My planet is named after a bunch of dirt, Winnie reminded.

So, did we pass their test? Do they like us?

Shields said the test was designed to see if we were misogynists.

Did she bite off a head or two?

She was very diplomatic. We passed. Planet Boogie-Woogie wants to negotiate a trade deal. Chocolate for wood. They showed her what their wood could do. It's basically a malleable form of leather-covered wood. When you shine one of their unique solar lights on it, a trained technician can form the wood into any shape at all. Turn off the light and the wood freezes in place. Don't like what you did? Turn the light back on and change it. Their technician assured Shields that they'd be able to create a chair that would be perfect for angels to sit on and not have their wings in the way. They'd willing to receive some angels and train them in their type of woodworking. There'd be a strong confidentiality clause. Plus, the solar light they'd give us would have to be recharged every year and only they could do that.

Comfortable chairs have always been high on our wish list.

They want us to teach them how to make chocolate goodies. The head of the planet was on the tribunal. She was very kind to us. Having her on our side would be a smart move.

So, we'll pay through the nose for their wood?

Not exactly. Shields did a little advance negotiating with their trade chief. When she left, he was offering ten freighters of wood for one freighter of chocolate. He said that he couldn't go higher. Only his boss could.

The boss would be Zale Zilio.

Yes. She wants to meet with me.

Do you have anything else on the go?

Not really.

You'll have to take somebody with you. Who? Galahad?

I'll take Shields. I was thinking I'd also take Granny and Doc. They haven't travelled interstellar yet, and Granny could show them a little bit about making chocolate goodies.

We can shut down the Doctors without Borders program for a while. Everybody could use a break. Does Doc know anything about wood?

He's a world class whittler.

Sounds like a plan.

Boogie-Woogie, here I come.

Not so fast, Little Flower. Let's talk about Operation Return to Sender.

Nothing is happening right now. Lucifus has to send a new Satan to Hell. We won't find out anything about him until the makes a public announcement of some kind. Until I can get a good reading on him, I can't initiate the operation.

Let me see if I understand the current situation. Earth's oceans are covered with plastic that is having an enormous impact on Earth's climate recovery.

True.

Heaven's top scientists have been unable to find a way to make that plastic disappear without creating a more dangerous situation.

True.

The mermaids can re-populate the oceans but are waiting for the plastic to be removed.

True.

In the meantime, a Cosmos tribunal has decreed that Hell must remove all of the the plastic within ten years. Failure to do so will mean sanctions, including the destruction of Hell's and Lucifus' spaceships.

True.

Does Hell have scientists that can arrive at a solution?

Highly doubtful.

Hell also has to clean up their sewers as mandated by another tribunal. Will they be able to do that?

Highly doubtful.

So why are you running an operation? Why aren't we just waiting to watch Hell implode? That's inevitable, right?

That's one possible scenario.

Sounds like a good scenario. Why run the operation?

If we wait ten year or more, the oceans will still be covered with plastic. Earth's climate will not be improved. And, without Hell's assistance, we'd be unable to dispose of the plastic. We'd be biting off our collective nose to spite our face.

Are you saying that you can remove the plastic if Hell is stable?

Yes, I can. Hell is absolutely essential to my plan.

I thought you said that we can't remove the plastic safely.

That's what our top scientists told me, but we can.

Explain.

Scientists study electrons, molecules, acids, bases and solids and all those things that I never learned about in my home schooling.

Meaning you didn't come up with the solution.

That was never going to happen. Engineers use science to solve impossible problems. They attack the problem from an entirely different direction than scientists do. Heaven has a genius level engineer in the form of Jacob. I gave the problem to Jacob and he figured out half of the solution.

Explain.

Using heat and high pressure, Jacob can condense the plastic into small balls.

So you'll condense the plastic, load the balls into spaceships and send them into space.

No. They are still potentially toxic. We can't leave them in place on the top of the oceans either. We still have to dispose of them safely.

Which brings you to the second half of the problem. Did Jacob give you the answer to that?

No. The tribunal gave me that answer when they told Hell to clean up their sewers.

I still don't know where you're going. Connect the dots.

Using equipment that Heaven will provide, devils will collect plastic and deliver it to a floating factory where Jacob's inventions will convert light wisps of plastic into condensed balls of plastic. He'll add some iron to the balls so that they will have some weight.

Got it.

Devil's will take those balls and drop them down abandoned PUS tunnels where their weight will take them down to Hell proper. Devils will take those balls and scatter them throughout their sewer tunnels.

Devils will slip over them, fall, and break their necks. Is that how we'll defeat Hell. By accidents?

The only good thing that plastic can do is melt.

Molten plastic will form a coating on the tunnels? Guinny postulated.

"Yes. It will be easy enough to