Sword of the Gods: The Chosen One
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Neutral Zone: Sata’an/Alliance Border
Diplomatic Carrier: Prince of Tyre
Alliance Secret Service: Special Agent Eligor
Eligor
Eligor stood at attention as the Prime Minister’s shuttle cruised into the launch bay of his diplomatic carrier, the ‘Prince of Tyre.' For some reason Chief of Staff Zepar had radioed ahead and demanded the entire crew assemble in the launch bay. A chill of anticipation rippled through the men.
The door slid open. The gangplank slowly extended. The Prime Minister stepped off, shepherding a female wearing an ornate, jeweled wedding dress.
“Figures,” Larajie said. “With him it's always something female.”
“A Sata’anic female,” Eligor whispered. “The only one who has ever seen one is General Abaddon. Shay’tan won’t let them out of the Hades cluster.”
“So now he's going to fuck a lizard?” Larajie scoffed.
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” another crewman said. “We all know there are two Lucifers. The one he shows the cameras, and the one we see the minute he is out from underneath the Emperor’s thumb.”
The Prime Minister guided the terrified female to stand in front of the line of men, three-deep, and stood, a feral glint in his eyes as he grinned like a cat who had just swallowed a bird. He waited for his men to recognize what was standing right in front of their eyes.
“That’s no lizard,” Eligor said. “She's ... “
“Human,” Lerajie finished. “Shit ... he did it! He found the root race! We're saved!”
Eligor looked into Lucifer’s eerie silver eyes and shivered. What stared back was so malevolent and cold he could swear it wasn't mortal.
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