Job 2:1 Again there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also...
The Warrior watched angels whisper as he approached. They’d been brothers once, yet their furtive glances betrayed their disdain.
No matter. Soon they’ll be beneath his feet.
The country of Dubu had been subdued, so he’d turned his attentions on his next target. It would be seduced away from the so-called God of Truth to his Lord, the God of this Age.
As per custom, he’d come to inform his enemy of their next impending failure. Where was the glory in defeating an unwary opponent?
He bowed, perfunctorily. “I, the Warrior of the God of this Age, proclaim that the land of Freislicht shall be ours. It shall fall as easily as Dubu and those before it.”
J’shua Ha Mashiach, Son of the God of Truth, His Champion, strode forth. “You have tempted many, but your time will end. As it is written, the children of men shall not disappoint.”
The Warrior laughed aloud. “We’ve eliminated the weak amongst your followers, leaving so few. Our host multiplies, swelled by your defectors. What do you have? This human scourge that breeds like vermin? They are ours. Only a remnant is faithful to you.”
“Yet the smallest of those faithful are glorious.”
Still laughing, the Warrior left.