The Deliverer Read Online Free PDF

demons pretended not to be watching Satan fidget, I used the distraction to slip away by myself to my perch.
    I’d been there only a moment when I felt the air temperature change. Satan came and sat down on the other end of my perch. I tried not to hyperventilate. He’d never done such a thing before, and it made me so nervous I wasn’t sure I could breathe at all.
    “What’s the matter with you?” he asked noticing my heaving wings.
    “Nothing, sir. I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all.”
    “I sit wherever I want.”
    “Of course, to be sure.” I tried to breathe normally.
    He sat there for quite a while not saying anything, just staring at the earth, particularly the Hebrew slaves. I wondered if I should say something to try to sound empathetic, although I wasn’t and didn’t feel anything except stress. What does one say to an out-of-sorts ruler of iniquity? I tried out several salutations in my head.
    “How is it going, sir? Can I get you anything? Can I fetch you a slave for dinner?” No, that wasn’t right. I tried again.
    “Oh, it’s you, sir. I was just sitting here, holding my post and admiring the way you’ve messed up the earth again.” Maybe not.
    Before I could think of anything safe and clever to say, he spoke to me. Well, not to me exactly. It was more like at me, if you can picture it. He never turned his eyes toward me, just kept staring at the earth, but there was no doubt as to whether or not he was talking to me; he was. If for no other reason, it was because I was the only one there. When he spoke, I knew to listen and obey immediately, whatever he said.
    “Find him.”
    “Right away, sir.”
    I was so anxious to get away from him that I jumped up, stretched my wings, and flapped off toward the earth as if I understood my assignment perfectly, when in fact, I did not. Not only did I not understand it, but also I didn’t know what it was. I looked back to see if Satan was still sitting on my perch. Yep, still there. I thought about turning back to get a few more details on my mission but then changed my mind.
    Best not to look tentative. I’m sure I can figure this out. I wonder who I should be looking for?
    In my zeal to get away, I hadn’t asked enough questions. I’d foolishly taken off unsure of where I was going or whom I was supposed to find. Now, it may seem obvious to you, a reader with the benefit of history, what “find him” meant, but try to remember that at the time, I lived under the rule and whim of a crazy person where nothing could be assumed. Besides all that, no one had said the name “Moses” in forty years. Truth be told, I’d all but forgotten about him.
    I guessed I was to go to the earth because I couldn’t recall he’d ever sent me anywhere else. I flew in that direction, but when it came time to veer right, I got worried I might be wrong.
    Maybe whoever he wants me to find isn’t even on the earth. What if he meant for me to find another demon who was somewhere else in the second heaven? I could end up looking silly. No way around it; I had to go back for clarification.
    I was halfway back to ask Satan exactly who it was he wanted me to find, but I changed my mind in mid flap. I knew he wouldn’t be civil about it. More than likely he would get mad and tell me to figure it out. So I banked left and resumed my original flight plan.
    But since I don’t know who I’m looking for, how will I know if I find him? What did Satan tell me to do with him if I do find whoever it is? I convinced myself I really had to go back and get better instructions, so I made a U-turn and headed toward my perch where Satan waited.
    When I saw his face, I changed my mind again. No, better not. He’s in no mood for questions.
    I made another wide turn, realizing I had now flown in a complete circle. A crowd of demons had gathered near Satan and were making bets as to which way I would go next. Of course, that made me all the more nervous, so I just kept flying in a