The small child lying in bed, wrapped in a white blanket with roses on it, did not seem to be evil at first sight. Nor at second glance, or by any look, it was just too sweet to foresee that such a huge disaster was about to befall the angels. This child looked so sweet just because of the tiny little feet and hands and the even smaller toes and fingers. He also had blue eyes and a white skirt, as every child had one at birth. But most of all, the red cheeks and the gurgling and laughing that went on for the whole time were what caught your eye. There wasn't a minute when she wasn't laughing. "Ishmael" his mother said and lifted him up. "What did you see?" It was at this very moment that the devil and God entered the room. Immediately Ishmael's face changed from a radiant laugh to a serious face. "I'm sorry, gentlemen," his mother said. She kept looking at the child and then at the two gentlemen again and again, "I'm sorry, usually he smiles all the time, but now he seems to see something bad. "He is smiling," said the devil with bright eyes. "Did you hear that he smiles. Hihihi." cried the devil and clapped his hands. He bent over the child who was in his mother's arms and said: "Nadu you are cute." While he said this, he stroked his beacons and caused, because he pressed with his fingernails rather than stroked his cheeks, a wound in his cheeks. Through the pain, the child bit the devil's hand. The devil pulled back his hand and looked at the bleeding wound. Meanwhile, the child began to giggle and gurgle. God reacted promptly: "Oh look, devil. You have made the child laugh. I did not know that you also have a soft soul. I like that now." The Devil hadn't listened to the talk of God. He was far too busy being angry with the angel child. " That damned child " the devil said angrily. Stop it, control yourself, it is still a little child." "Not for long, when I have done what I want with him," the devil replied and ran towards the child with outstretched arms. The mother, who held the child in her arms, was stiff with fright and could not move. With eyes and mouth wide open she stood there like a pillar of salt. The devil tore the child from the mother's hands with full force and hurled it towards one of the walls of the house. It bounced off the wall and fell to the floor. He looked up in his romper suit and looked at the devil in wonder, then he started laughing again. The devil jumped up and down angrily. "You stupid little creature, how dare you. You should have at least cried and now you laugh at me instead. I'll teach you never to do that again!" He jumped up to the kid and pushed him to the ground. Then he fasted around the kid's neck and squeezed. The child didn't seem to be frightened by it, but was still gurgling. "What is this, why are you still happy, now wait, you will die, I will show no mercy" the devil cried in a contrite way and fixed the child. But slowly the child seemed to notice oxygen deprivation. He no longer gurgled and his face slowly turned pale. Also his feet and hands no longer fidgeted wildly through the air, but went limp and hung down. God reacted quickly, he threw himself on the devil and with all his strength, he managed to tear the devil away from the child. So the devil, embraced by God, flew backwards through the room and with a crash they landed on the cot, which collapsed under their weight. God rolled on the ground in pain, while the devil, who had a soft landing on God, got up again without pain. He shook the dust off his black suit and was about to run at the child again, when God grabbed his leg and he got back down on the floor. Ishmael's mother had taken advantage of this time while the devil was lying on the ground, and quickly made her way to the child. But the child did not move and when she saw this, her eyes began to sparkle. In the meantime God and the devil had settled their little quarrel and wanted to take care of the child. The devil also regretted his reaction and wanted to help the child. But when God and the devil approached Ishmael's mother, she looked at them both angrily and said: "The devil must go out, he should wait outside the house." So the devil had no choice but to wait for God at the front door.
While the devil got outside, God bent over the child, who luckily sucked the air again. The paint came back into his face and the child gurgled happily again. God took the child in his arms and then gave him to her mother. " I hope that you will forgive us this appearance, the devil is sometimes a bit quick-tempered and he can react very unrestrained," God said. But the mother had not yet calmed down. " They think that I forgive you just like that what you have done. You come into my house unannounced and only have in mind to hurt my child and me and you believe God that I can forgive you just like that. Are you serious? Please leave and never set foot in my house again." God hung up his head and headed for the exit. And he murmured softly " I can understand." When they came out of the house, God saw the devil smiling outside. " Is the bastard still alive? Or did he get his just punishment?" the devil asked, his face always widening. With this question, God's sadness disappeared immediately and changed to hatred. "How dare you? Do you actually know what you have done? You are lucky that he is not dead." "Oh, he's not dead?" and the Devil smiled as if he didn't mind that God had yelled at him. His eyes started to glow. He rubbed his hands together and said, delightedly, "My first real challenge. It's a cat and mouse game you've never seen before." the devil cleared his throat and picked up a stick from the ground. With this stick, he mimicked an emcee. " Dear viewers at home at the television sets. Once again, the big puzzle quiz. Who will win this time. Ismael or the devil. Here in the studio we now have our first guest. The biggest fan of our first candidate, the devil. Here is God. Now who do you think God, who will win?" The Devil held the stick under God's nose. But the Devil wouldn't answer and, angry, ran away from the Devil. While the devil tried to follow God, he also tried to keep his mission going. "Well, he seems a little shy, our guest. What do you think, devil, how will you try to eliminate your opponent?" Still running after God, he answered his own question: "Yes, my dear Jonny, that's a good question, what can you say, of course I will defeat him and I have chosen my own species for that. One would be to press him to the ground and then beat his sweet little head to a pulp until only red mud remains. ...clenching his hands in fists and punching in the air like a boxer. A second variation would be that I slit him from the stomach. Then he'll fall to the ground with his guts hanging out and bleed to death. Or, of course, the third variation, "I think you'll like Jonny very much," and he winked at an imaginary person next to him, and said, "I'm going to take my axe and hit him with full force until he falls in two equal parts, or I'll just chop off his head."At that moment the devil had caught up with God again.: " Can't you stop this hoax? Do you want to plunge us even deeper into misery. Isn't it enough now?" God interrupted the Devil's rant. " Oh, I will not do us harm," the devil replied: " On the contrary, I will prevent a great evil. You know God, I believe that Ismael will become a great evil.I just feel it", he leaned forward to God and whispered this into his ear. God reacted indignantly. He pushed the devil away and said: 'You feel it? Probably from your little finger', God joked. "Yes, from there extremely. We must kill him. I suggest we go to him tonight and you hold him while I strangle him." "No! You will do nothing, understand?" The devil pondered for a long time and then still answered with a gloating grin on his face "Ok I won't kill him. I have other plans for him anyway." God puzzled and wondered what he wanted to do. What would he really have done in front of him. " What do you want to do?" God asked. " Oh, I'm gonna make him my number one playmate. Him I will frighten the most and play the most tricks on him," replied the devil and revealed everything to him. But God was bored by this answer, because the tricks had never worked with the angels, so it couldn't have been that bad for Ishmael. "All right, do what you want, I can tell you that one day the angels will resist and then you will regret having treated them this way," God said admonishingly. "That's not true," sobbed the devil, in whom the tearful side had apparently come out again. "You love my jokes". As he did so, tears flowed down his face and more and more down his cheeks, until they almost resembled a stream. When God noticed that his last words had made the devil sad, he couldn't help it. "Sorry, I didn't mean it." God responded. He put an arm around the Devil's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean. You're the best, I love you. How can anyone not love you?" With these words, silence fell. God because he didn't know what to say and the devil because he was in a huff. So they walked quietly down the street with God's hand around the devil's back.