And in the Ninth Age
And in the Eight Age the singularity returned and was not pleased. The First and Once Only had not changed, as had been reflected in what had come to be known as the New Testament; he’d been perfect from before the Inception so no change was called for. Vengeance was still his and he had a lot of time for which to make up.
Where the Hell were the Hebrews and who the Hell were the Jews? Khazars all, it seemed, and those he had never selected. And who the Hell were these Protestant fundamentalist spreading like lice all over North America, a place he actually could not recall, but claiming to speak in his name? Who the Hell was Karl Rove? Not even Lucifer had been as bold.
Fry them all he thought, the damned idiots (and when he said fry and damn, those words had meanings that made the literal seem merely metaphoric). Perhaps the vacation had been somewhat longer than it should have.
And in the Ninth Age ….
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