Partytime.., Part 6: It was a now or never moment. Yeah, Pellet was determined

to show the other demons a thing or two.  He flew above the Tomb, floated there and waved - neh, neh, neh.  Not only that, Pellet drew closer to where Jesus's body lay.  His about two-sheets-to-the-wind co-rebels cursed and carried on, as Pellet drew even closer.  Pellet ate it up with a grin, none of them had dared even half the distance.

Why?

You'd think ScumWaffle would have taken up the challenge; he always had to be the champ - always.  

Something was not at all right.  

Below him, the Lord God's sentries just stood there.  Why hadn't they run Pellet off from the start of his profiling-Parr-teh?  

Were they rendered powerless, now that Jesus was door-nail dead?  And were they calmly grasping to hold on to the bluff, for as long as possible.  Ooo, were the Lord's obedient little boy scouts shaking in their sandals, pooping in their robes?   Ha ha and ha.

The answer to these questions took form, when Pellet happened to notice something, as he drew close enough to get a good look inside the Tomb.  

Pellet's victory smirk vanished.

He flew out of there, like a bat out of a cave.  He didn't want to be the one to tell satan that they all were in a really bad situation.  

A bit over twenty-four hours had elapsed since that soldier has trusted his spear.  By this time, Jesus's lungs, his heart and such should have, at the very least, began to become runny and nasty.

Nope.  Not one cell, outside or in, had even begun to decay.  Not. A. One.  

Nuts to the victory dance, and forget about host-hunting.  While Pellet wasn't sure what was up with the body of Jesus Christ, Pellet did know one thing.  This unforeseen turn of events wasn't good news for Pellet.  

He trembled.  Trembled so much, he could barely stay in flight.