One hell of a sandwich

One day while I prepared my lunch 
For my stomach’s midday sacrament,
I made a ketchup pentagram
On my bread by happy accident.
I laughed it off and continued on 
Making my sandwich so divinely,
When a demon came in a puff of smoke 
That had materialised behind me. 
I was shocked to say the least 
As who knew such evil embodiments 
Could be summoned from their fiery depths 
From doodles made out of condiments. 
I grabbed a few more slices 
To craft another bap,
Then gave it to the visitor 
To enjoy just as a snack.
He took a bite, then gave a nod,
And a smile came over his face,
then ate the rest ferociously,
Before he disappeared without trace.
Normally fortune comes in drops 
But that week it came in oceans,
I found many pennies, the bus was on time,
And my boss gave me a promotion.
Every now and then the demon came back 
And I liked it when he would drop by. 
He’d say ‘hell is a pretty hard place to work,
And good sandwiches in short supply. ‘
Well I guess that word got quick around 
That my little run down flat 
Was a good place to pick up sandwiches,
Drink tea, and have a chat. 
So from then on almost everyday 
I’d have at least one visitor 
And we’d talk about demon politics,
Gossip, garb, and literature. 
Abaddon dished about Azazel 
And the things he wanted kept hush,
While Gorgo told spiels about Hecate
And on whom she had a crush.
Sammael had all the secrets 
And Typhon would say which was true
And I would ask them how the world began
And they’d correct things genesis got askew. 
Twas not long before the angles came
To see who was summoning demons
And were rather surprised to find it was I 
And asked if I had good reason. 
So I told them the story of how it began
And they peered at me like I was barmy 
‘Why?’ They replied ‘why you? Why this house?’ 
‘Because I make one hell of a sarnie’ .
Twas at that moment, Beelzebub 
(The first demon I happened to mention) 
Appeared in my kitchen in hope of some lunch
And suffice to say this caused some tension. 
‘If your going to fight’ I began to say ‘find some alternate plane of existence’ 
And eventually they settled down, 
But maintained a cautious distance. 
So I struck up conversation 
on topics too innocuous 
To trigger any argument 
And two seemed much more congruous. 
Eventually angels also came 
To sit for a couple of minutes 
They also enjoyed gossiping 
But cleaned up after visits. 
Eventually I began to realise
That these two opposing sides
Were more like estranged family
That had suffered some great divide.
Although they differed greatly,
And the reunions sometimes painful, 
You must remember every demon
Is just a fallen Angel. 
I suppose there’s some great moral there,
About unity and all its advantages 
But all I know is I like the company,
And I make the best damn sandwiches.