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as in the beginning,” he said. “We represent the future of this planet and the strategy of this present war. Of course we will have to do without Sangius, who betrayed us. But all in all we are united and represent the most powerful and resourceful angels in our realm.”
    Lucifer gestured at their meeting place.
    “I called this place fitting because it was once a place of greatness and glory. You are well acquainted with the former priests of this land who performed all manner of sorcery and conjuring.” He paused for a moment. “But the glory of their day faded and they have become dust awaiting judgment at the end of the age.”
    Lucifer ran his fingers along the ornately carved altar. He was brooding and melancholy. Finally he began speaking, looking more at the altar than at the angels staring back at him.
    “Like these once-proud Minoans, who have come and gone, we are on the threshold of a faded glory. We have fought and fought and fought. We have seen the destruction of countless humans and overthrown many nations. We have planted our lies deep into the hearts of men who seek the glory of the Most High in things He created for their amusement. And yet the war goes badly for us. The Child who was foretold has now been conceived by His mother. The Seed has been delivered.”
    The group, whose mood was becoming increasingly desperate, looked to Lucifer for some note of hope. Lucifer smiled and continued, “I have no answer for you.”
    The angels remained silent for a few moments. Finally, Tinius stood to speak.
    “My lord, are you saying the war is lost?”
    “Did I say that, Tinius?”
    “No, lord,” stammered Tinius, whose doubtful mind often played into Lucifer’s harsh disposition. “I’m not doubting your ability to lead us…”
    “I said I have no answer for you…at this time.”
    He produced a scroll.
    “When waging war it is wise to learn as much as you can about your enemy. In the case of our enemy, He has given us much intelligence with which we might surmise our next move.”
    He began unrolling the scroll before them.
    “The prophet Isaiah, among others, has given us ample information on what we are to expect from this…this ‘Son of the Most High who is to be called Jesus,’ as Gabriel put it. We have discussed some of this before. But more recent prophecies bring new light to this reference. I often wonder at the wisdom of the Most High who seems bent on giving it all away.”
    He took the scroll and began to read:
    “For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given,
    and the government shall be upon His shoulders;
    and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor,
    The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father,
    The Prince of Peace.
    Of the increase of His government there will be no end,
    Upon the throne of David, and upon his Kingdom,
    To order it and to establish it with judgment and
    With justice from henceforth even forever.”
    “The throne of David,” muttered Kara. “The same old dream. When will these people ever give up on that dreary idea?”
    Pellecus scoffed at Kara’s ignorance.
    “Why should they give up on the idea when the prophet Isaiah and others fan it for them?” he asked. “More importantly, why should they give up on the throne of David being established again when the Lord Himself places such hope before them?”
    “David’s throne was destroyed,” grunted Rugio, whose bitter memory of Goliath’s defeat still gnawed at him. “He is dust now.”
    “David is dust,” agreed Lucifer. “But his legacy survives. Don’t you see what this means? It is exactly as we feared. There shall be born in the derelict house of Judah the One who will regain the throne of David and establish it forever. Who could do this but the Lord of Hosts? And who but the Lord would be bold enough to foretell it?”
    “But there are so many prophecies being bantered about these days,” Kara said scornfully. “This nation thrives on them. What is another prophecy more or