At the time of the meeting, in the palace where the devil and God dwelt:
the devil and God were in the dining room. The dining room of the palace was made almost entirely of marble. The floor was made of marble, as were the columns that supported the ceiling, richly decorated with paintings. In one of the pictures, God and the devil were building a house, sweating heavily. In another, God sprinkled seeds on a barren brown surface and behind him the barren brown surface changed into green, lush meadow. God had thrown the devil on the table and taken him into the sweatbox. The table had beautiful carved legs that ended in a curved base towards the floor. The surface was smooth and clean, except where the devil was now lying. The devil's head had turned red by the effort, but it was not redder compared to God's. The table had been carved into a dent, was broken in the middle and hung out at the bottom. With a red head God cried out: "Tell me you did that with the wings!" The Devil, in a calm laughing voice, said: "No, I didn't do it." God squeezed harder. "You lie, it was you, who else could it be?" "How should I know?" the devil gasped, gasping for breath. "Perhaps someone wanted to hurt me." "Sounds plausible, but it would be well deserved by your quarrels. but I don't believe you." "I really didn't do it. I swear to God... The devil couldn't finish his last sentence. His head slowly turned purple to blue and his attempts at rescue became slower. God reacted immediately, loosened his grip and distanced himself from the Devil.
For a short time there was no breathing from the devil, then he took a deep breath. Then he sat up and let his legs dangle down over the edge of the table. He looked at God with a serious expression: "You almost killed me" and the devil gurgled and his expression changed to a grin with teeth. "You'll pay for this!" and he clapped his hands like a little child wanting his pacifier. Then he walked towards God with arms wide open. "Think it over carefully." God admonished him: "You know that nobody can kill us, so you're exaggerating and you don't stand a chance against me, you know that." The devil stopped and thought. He stopped for a few more seconds, but then he ran towards him shouting loudly. Because of the surprise effect he hit God with a hook to the chin and then more fists came crashing down on him. But God was not impressed by this, he just let everything happen to him and did not flinch: "I win!" cried the devil. At that moment he dropped his fists for a second. This was a mistake, because God used to cover him with fists himself. And the fists hit the Devil more than they hit God. The devil pulled his face and retreated. But God did not let up and so the devil stood on the wall after only a few blows. The devil touched the wall and his left arm was already halfway into the wall when God grabbed him by the arm and pulled him completely out of the wall again and hit his head against the wall. The head began to bleed, then it bled harder and harder. But God hit his head against the wall even longer, until the whole back of his head was smashed. Then he dropped the devil and turned around. He walked out of the room and left the motionless devil lying there in a huge pool of blood.
Behind the door, where God had disappeared, it started rumbling. A banging on something. "Shit" sounded. Then silence again. The door squeaked and God came back into the room. In his hands he held two metal cords each. He stepped towards the devil, who was still unconscious, but whose blood was sucked in and there were no scars left to touch from the fight. He grabbed the devil by the head and dragged him across the floor to a chair.
He reached under his shoulders and lifted him onto the chair. But this did not bring the devil back to consciousness and he collapsed forward. God, who saw this, grabbed the iron ropes that he had put on the table before and said something that could not be understood. He pressed him against the backrest, so that he sat upright again. Then the iron bars, which rose as he spoke, closed around his wrist and pressed themselves very firmly against it, so that there was only a gap of a few millimetres between the top of the bars and the backrest. The wrists were crushed in the process. Then the other two iron bars closed, crunching tightly around his ankles and the front legs of the chair.
The devil noticed a sharp pain in his head. He wanted to reach the back of his head where he felt the pain, but his hands could not move. Only now he noticed that iron ropes were made around his hand and ankles. Fear crept up inside him. He twisted his wrist, pressing it against the shackles. Then he tried the same with his feet. When he noticed that it was no use, he began to shift the weight forwards and backwards, so that the chair began to sway and in the end, with the devil in the back, a lot, so that the back of the chair hit the floor, crashing. The devil writhed on the floor trying to break free by pressing against the restraints again and trying to bite them with his teeth, but nothing happened. While the devil tried to break free, God had stepped through the door and watched with a smile as the devil tried to free himself. Then he answered: "You can leave it, you will not succeed in freeing yourself." "Untie me. Don't do this to me," cried the devil, who had stopped squirming, complaining: "I'm sorry, but I must do it. I tried to be nice, but you don't want to confess, so we'll just have to get tougher. You know how these restraints work." "He looked at the
Devil and then answered without waiting for anything from the devil's side: "Just tell the truth, you know what will happen." God approached the Devil bound and put the chair back up with him. Then he stepped to the table in the middle of the room, took a chair, put it in front of the devil and sat on it. He folded his hands on his thighs and began to speak. "Tell me, was it you with the wings?" The devil stared at him, his face was red, his eyes were slit and his mouth was serious. Then he hissed poisonously: "I won't tell you anything. You think you can fuck me with that, but it won't work." Just as he was saying those words, the irons around his joints started to turn blue and buzz. The devil started shaking and the chair jumped up and down and back and forth. He shrieked, tried to tear himself away from the chair with all his strength. Then he stopped screaming again and only a short time later he had calmed down. The only thing left of the previous one was the smell of burnt flesh. But the devil had recovered from his pain very quickly. He wiped the tears from his eyes and his face formed into a laugh. "See, you can't make me down. I will never say anything. Of course the first time, it hurts, but that doesn't mean that it will hurt as much the next time, a few more times and I won't feel anything", and an eerie laughter filled the room. The laughter was short-lived, however, and was replaced by the devil's screams and two iron rings flaring up in blue. Some again the procedure took over. God asked if it was him and the devil answered back cheekily. This was the trigger for another pain that rushed through the devil's body. After some time, black edges slowly formed under the wrists and the devil's condition decreased. He was hanging in the ropes, his head was high red, his eyes half closed, his mouth wide open to take a deep breath and it was hard to understand what was being said. God just despaired. What could he do, the devil just would not talk. In desperation he shouted at the devil: "Why don't you just tell me. Is it so bad what you did?" The devil opened his eyes a little bit, then his mouth moved and softly you could hear: "Because it wasn't me, I didn't wake up the wings....", the last words dried up, the head dropped forward, the eyes closed and the mouth stayed open. God shook him as hard as he could, but as hard and as long as he shook, the devil did not wake up. God opened the shackles on his arms and legs and lifted him up gently. He took him on his forearms and ran out of the hall. He ran up the long spiral staircase that led to their two bedrooms. He turned to the top right and came to the devil's room. On the door was a large picture of the devil as a child, sitting there alone in the blackness. God thought he had a scary laugh even then and it shook him. There were obscene words written over the picture, son of a bitch and asshole were only a few and in the middle of the picture was a big penis. God opened the door. The room behind the picture was filled with toys. Comics were on the floor, mixed with food, building blocks and a Gameboy with lots of games for which he had received a gift from the earth, at least the devil had said so, although God knew exactly that he had stolen it. He carefully climbed over the piles lying on the floor above it and laid the devil in the bed lying in the middle of the room. Then he laid the blanket over his body, quietly disappeared from his room and closed the door behind him.