A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. It was the
only sign that Baalsar was under extreme duress.
The Dark Lord had been ranting longer than he ever
had in Baalsar’s memory.
“Your incompetence has led to many of our
followers leaving and siding with this shepherd. You
can’t accomplish just one simple task. All I asked
was that you bring me the shepherd. Why isn’t he
here before me in chains?” the Dark Lord hissed,
displeased with the king’s efforts to stop the
“Lord, this isn’t an ordinary shepherd. The
Adversary has been helping him at every turn.”
The Dark Lord screamed in anguish, then
thundered, “Don’t ever use that name in my
presence. He is our adversary, but I am the ruler of
this world and don’t you ever forget it.”
“Yes, lord, I am sorry to bring it up, but this
shepherd has help. Perhaps you could see fit to
confront him directly.”
“I don’t have time for such idiotic tasks. That is
why I told you and the other four kings to take care
of this matter. If you can’t handle it, perhaps I should
put someone else in charge. I am sure Set would
love a chance to prove his worth to his lord.”
Baalsar kept his eyes fixed on the dark cloud
hovering over his throne. He knew the reason the
Dark Lord did not confront the shepherd. The Dark
Lord would never admit that he could not overcome
the Adversary, either. But Baalsar kept these
thoughts to himself. It would be unwise to provoke
his master. “Lord, we will accomplish your will. The
captain of my army is preparing a welcome for our
shepherd. You should have the shepherd’s head on
a spear shortly.”
“Don’t fail me again, Baalsar. I want results, not
excuses. Get me the shepherd and be quick about
The dark cloud dissipated. Baalsar let out a deep
sigh and leaned back on his throne. These meetings
with the Dark Lord were becoming much more
intense. The pressure must be mounting on him.
Maybe his plans for destruction of the seed of man
was not going as planned. He shook his head. He
couldn’t think on that. The Dark Lord never shared
his plans with any of his servants.
The door to the throne room opened, and one of
his Nephilim guard announced, “Set, the royal
advisor, wishes an audience with your majesty.”
Baalsar let out a low groan then said, “He may
enter.” If there was one thing he didn’t need it was
his royal advisor. His barely concealed contempt
was enough to send Baalsar into a tirade.
Set made his usual grand entry and made a
perfunctory bow to Baalsar. “Your majesty, we have
sent our best troops behind Orius. I hope he will be
successful this time.”
Baalsar looked at his advisor. Advisor, what a
joke. He was a stooge for the Dark Lord. His only
function was to keep track of Baalsar and his efforts.
He made regular reports to the Dark Lord and would
love to take Baalsar’s place as the king of Sodom.
“I hope he has better luck than when you led our
men against the shepherd?” A little reminder of Set’s
failure might keep his advisor in line.
“No better than your plans to capture him, your
majesty,” Set said effortlessly. Yes, he was getting
much too big for his tunic. Some action must be
taken to put him back in place.
“Get a messenger to our captain. Orius needs to
be reminded that he must not fail.”
Set looked at the form on the throne. “To do that I
will have to send one of the Star People. They will
have to fly to Orius’ camp and deliver the message.”
“Set, don’t you ever question one of my orders
again. I know what has to be done. Get it done.
Don’t give me excuses.”
Set’s face turned a bright red. With great effort he
bowed and said, “As you order, lord. The messenger
will be sent immediately.”
Baalsar rose. “On second thought, take the
message yourself. Don’t fail me this time.” With this,
Baalsar left Set standing in the throne room. He had
had enough for one morning.
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