It's Black Saturday in the Christian calendar and coincidentally, I've been working on a macabre story involving time-traveling and soul-selling. The good thing that's coming out of this crazy idea is the amount of Physics and occultism research I have to get myself through just to make it a tiny bit believable. I'll need this sort of inclination to learn unimportant things if I were to sail smoothly through Biology next year, unless this demonic research turns me insane by the time I finish making up my stupid story.
Now, thanks to the endless hours of grim research, I do understand why the devil's supposedly buying people's souls to make them famous. These people who "sell their souls to the devil" do not worship the devil; their emptied-out entities are used by the devil as objects and gods of people's idolatry, and through that, people are distracted from their faith -- definitely a score for the devil. Of course the soul-selling celebrities wouldn't decline. Innocence isn't even an issue anymore; the world's pretty much sunk in deep violence and wicked ethics. Given the unchangeable situation, who wouldn't want to be another pawn loved and worshiped by millions of strangers worldwide?
This is only a hopeless Catholic's perspective on the whole situation involving devils and fame, and it really doesn't matter what's real or what's not. People (most specifically, that blogger from VC) can say shit about Lady Gaga being an Illuminati puppet and Sasha Fierce being Beyonce's inner demon taking over, but they're not going anywhere. They're in too deep in fame and power, and isn't that everything there is to reach in this prosaic life anyway? They can keep making nine-minute videos and the rest of us, less charming humans, can keep wishing we were them.
