Lester is an actor, writer, model, and teacher. Currently based in Los Angeles, he got his start doing community theater in his hometown of Las Vegas. After graduating from UNLV, he moved to Japan, where he continued performing in local theatre productions (some entirely in Japanese!) and wrote and performed his own short films and plays.
Lester then moved to Hong Kong, working with theatre companies such as the Hong Kong Players and the Hong Kong Singers. It was also here that Lester began voice acting. Together with Kynan Dias, he is a host of The Exorcist Minute on TruStory FM.
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A rotating strobe cycles Evelyn through every universe at once—kissing, stabbing, throwing macaroni—and the first triangle in a film of circles and bagels tells you everything.
Satan shows the boys the full sweep of human history from Cain to the present. His commentary is mild, detached, and devastating. Only the moral sense makes any of it possible.
Evelyn grabs the karaoke mic, signs the divorce papers, and smiles like Mr. Burns—then Deirdre walks in with cops, and we dig into why that entrance actually makes emotional sense.
Satan narrates a panorama of human massacre. Then produces goblets of heavenly wine. Seppi says ‘we shall be there someday.’ Satan seems to be thinking of something else entirely.
Evelyn’s eyes fill with black while the score plays a hero’s reawakening—and Jobu’s expression when “nothing matters” lands isn’t triumph. It’s something much more like nausea.
The darkest chapter of the season: a death the boys can’t prevent, a mother who curses God, and Satan rewriting a stranger into hell to help her. Twain might be darker than Poe.
We thought this was about stopping a villain. It turns out it was always about a mother and a daughter who stopped being able to talk—and minute 95 is where that finally lands.
Twain’s Young Satan offers Theodore a choice: forty-six years of paralyzed agony, or drowning in twelve days. Theodore agrees the drowning is better. So do you. That’s the problem.
The bagel cracks the marble walls and swallows everyone—we dig into sacred inner sanctums from the Holy of Holies to Shinto honden to figure out what the Daniels built here.
Satan doesn’t try to ruin anyone’s life—he just exists near them. A suitor’s courtship evaporates, a knife gets pulled, and chess games get replayed from memory. Twain’s devil, five weeks in.