The Battle

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Supreme General Fetterer barked “At ease!” as he hurried into the command room. Obediently, his three generals stood at ease.

“We haven’t much time,” Fetterer said, glancing at his watch. “We’ll go over the plan of battle again.”

He walked to the wall and unrolled a gigantic map of the Sahara Desert.

“According to our best theological information, Satan is going to present his forces at these co-ordinates.” He indicated the place with a blunt forefinger. “In the front rank there will be the devils, demons, succubi, incubi, and the rest of the ratings. Bael will command the right flank, Buer the left. His Satanic Majesty will hold the centre.”

“Rather medieval,” General Dell murmured.

General Fetterer’s aide came in, his face shining and happy with the thought of the Coming.

“Sir,” he said, “the priest is outside again.”

“Stand to attention, soldier,” Fetterer said sternly. “There’s still a battle to be fought and won.”

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