11. Blasphemy

They are all over the place.

They have figured out exactly how much work needs to be done to keep their job.

They do just that.

They know each other, they find each other, and quietly form an unspoken bond.

They ride on the backs of the productive, brave and hardworking men.

They know how to leave the impression that they were part of things that worked.

They know how to leave an impression that they had nothing to do with the things that didn't.

When the time is hard, they quietly band with each other to kill the man they rode.

Hell exists, because this species has to be parked somewhere in the universe.