THE BROKEN DOWN BOARD ROOM IN THE UNDERWORLD NEAR THE OPENING TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT

His table was broken and only two chairs remained in the room. The ‘mug shots’ of his enemies were tattered and hung by mere shreds on the walls of the boardroom.

Lucifer again sat in darkness, nursing his wounds. He had hit another brick wall with his enemy, the current Earth president. “I hate him.” He wanted to get his attention, to distract him. He tried to use Michaels, but he could not be distracted either. And now, the intercessors from pole to pole and around the equator of the Earth. Praying! Interceding!

The God did say that at the End, He would pour out His Spirit on all flesh. That young men would see visions and old men would dream dreams. I wonder what dreams and visions George has had?

Lucifer floated from his chair and wafted from the boardroom to the surface of the Earth. I gave Paul nightmares every night for most of his youth. I wore him down. What will work on his brother?

Lucifer flew into space between the Earth and its Moon, and looked back at the big blue marble that was Earth. He saw no solution from this distance, either. I will stick with my usual course of action: I will steal their joy, I will attempt to kill them, and I will lie! I will destroy their confidence in the God.

He whistled a dour tune as he made his way back to his underworld.