"Locan!" Baal shouted. "Come forward and declare your Natas Amra Mungis."
Locan, residing over the thirteenth seat, nodded then disappeared.
A stalagmite rose from the abyss and Locan was on top of it, waiting patiently for it to rise.
His stalagmite stood next to Morpheus' and he pulled out his own Arma Mungis and placed it before Baal. His symbol was even more intricate, the planets were aligned and reflected their shadows onto two moons and on the opposing side of each moon, there was a constellation.
"I am." Locan said, as the symbol glowed, turned into a dark shadowy color then glowed again. "Locan. Primeval. Earl. I swore my allegiance to Satan on the fifteenth sun, first alignment of Polaris’s two moons with Draco and Scorpius."
"I have an announcement to make." Baal said suddenly. Locan looked up with surprise. Those are the words that he himself was about to say.
"Due to his excellent service that he's bestowed upon this Kingdom by striking down nineteen angels single-handedly, one for each senator, I am told." He said that with a laugh. "I am therefore promoting Locan to the rank of Marquise, and granting him the viceroyalty of the province of Netzaran in the seventh circle of Inferus."
The council was in upheaval as they clapped and congratulated the Satan.
"Thank you, Lord. I would do it again a thousand times for the service of the Devil." Locan said.
"Tell me, Locan. What have you heard from your spying on Deva the past few decades?" Baal asked.
"Many prophecies." Locan said with a sigh. Morpheus looked on with sudden interest.
"What prophecies? Speak!" Baal commanded.
"The Devans are in disarray that they have no angel to represent them in their Kingdom of Deva. However, they also speak of the re-purification of the Augustus Consanguinitas." He said.
"Hmm." Baal thought aloud, "They decided to send more prophets from the so-called royal blood-line and try to counter our Pantheons with their dogmatic teachings. Thereby not directly interfering with humanity, as per the Prima Votum. Very smart."
"The current one has the name of Ma-oses. If I am not mistaken, he will arrive with the dawn of Aries, a strange coincidence with the death of Nimrod the last zodiac cycle. Which is the same time that Abraham, after escaping the confinements of Nimrod, got his prophet-hood." Locan said.
"Dawn of Aries? That is this epoch." Morpheus said.
"Moses!" Amen shouted with a sudden jolt. The senate turned towards Amen. "My consort Anubis is familiar with that human, a Hebrew I believe. I shall let Anubis handle him, worry not about that pest."
"It's not going to work." Locan said.
Baal looked at Locan with a puzzled look. "Why wouldn’t it work?" Morpheus asked.
"I have discovered that the Devans have a backup plan. You see they've planned for the royal bloodline to be diverted with the two sons of Abraham. Therefore, the two tribes of Isaac and Ishmael both have had royal bloodlines." Locan said.
"Interesting." Baal said "Any clues on the description of the other?"
"Yes, he will be known by three names, The Blessed, The Comforter and The Truthful one. But he will only come after the first blood-line fails. So we should do the proper thing and be one step ahead from them, we should taint both blood-lines." Locan suggested.
Moprheus: "That would be difficult to interfere directly with the bloodline. But I think we should practice patience and instead of tainting the messengers, taint the message."
Baal: "Taint the message? Any modifications will obviously be noted by their scholars."
Locan nodded: "I see what Morpheus is trying to say. We wait until the message wants to spread; long after the death of the messenger, then we taint it at any points of change."
Baal: "Translation."
Morpheus nodded: "Exactly. Locan, you said in the last meeting that a discussion about human languages was taking place."
Locan nodded: "The lingua-francas of the world will become Egyptian, Hebrew, Ionic, Assyrian, Semitic, Arabic, Latin and eventually something called English, from that peak the languages will start to merge together and form the universal language, Anglomandrin."
Baal: "In that order?"
Locan shook his head: "No. I’m not sure of the order, but we do know that there are multiple translation points. More than three for certain. One including Latin, of which, we are already masters of thanks to Forcas and others who were able to teach us the speech of humans."
Morpheus: "So we taint those scriptures gradually, change one word for the other by speaking to the unconscious of the translators. It will also help if we give the impression that those translators are infallible and thus cannot mistakes in their writings."
"According to my calculations," Forcas, presiding over the eleventh seat, noted: "It will take seven hundred and fifty years or eleven epochs for this plan to succeed with utmost caution."
Baal smiled: "Yes, yes, I can see it now. Indeed it may take hundreds of years, but it will be worth it in the end. The Apocalypse is one step closer."
"Here! Here!" The council shouted.
Baal turned back towards Locan and with a curious look asked: "What else have you found out? I sense that there is something greater that you've learnt. Something of grave consequence. You're not withholding any information from me, are you Locan?" Baal asked.
Locan shook his head: "No, your divinity. Oh one who has once walked alongside our mother, Lucifer, Daughter of God. However, you are right, I did find something even greater, but I am reluctant to disclose it because others may not be able to handle it."
The senators murmured to each other.
Baal thought for a moment. "Yes, I do sense that you have a fear, but not fear for your self, but fear for the collective good for all of us."
"What! This is outrageous!" Tezcatlipoca shouted. His golden armor clanking as he shook his fist in the air. "You cannot withhold any information that you and your so-called El-Jenn tribe have. Out with it! Now!"
"Let us punish him if he doesn’t tell us what it is he is hiding!" Xaphan, a demon presiding over the ninth seat, exclaimed.
"Here! Here!" The council shouted.
"Well, they seem to be in consensus. And although I agree with you and would prefer that you disclose it to me and Morpheus privately, the council thinks otherwise. So I think you better tell them." Baal decided.
Locan sighed. "It is all predestined. So whatever we plan is not going to work." He said.
The council was silent. A couple of the senators started murmuring to each other. "What does that word mean?" One of them said. "I don't know. But I think he's hiding something." Another said.
Baal, as educated as he is, responded: "There's no such thing as destiny, Locan, you and I both know that. We all make our future."
Locan: "I will explain my position, milord. You see, not only did I manage to get to the gates of Deva, be in disguise and listen to the Devans gossip about the human future. But I was also able to promote my own aura beyond the weight of the red spectrum."
"What!" Tezcatlipoca shouted.
"He turned himself into the left side?" Amen asked.
"Yes, I did. But for the sole purpose of reaching the higher levels. It was hard, but I did manage to reach as far as the fourth circle of heaven." Locan said.
That sentence was so shocking that everyone instantly did a check on Locan to find any signs of deceit in his voice.
There were none.
The council was dumbfounded and fell into absolute silence.
"As you can see, I am back into pure red malignant form, so the blue hue was simply temporary." Locan said.
"Amazing." Baal said. "I never imagined any demon would ever be capable of doing that, let alone come back to their pure state." Baal started clapping "Bravo." He said.
"Congratulations." Morpheus said, bowing to Locan for the first time ever. In fact, this was the first time that Morpheus bows or shows respect for any other being other than Baal and Lillith.
"Thank you, lords." Locan said.
"Continue with your story, Locan El-Jenn." Morpheus said, now showing genuine interest in his character, in fact having a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"As I reached the fourth circle, I was gravely blinded. Not only was the light too bright for my demonic eyes, but that world was purely abstract of thousands of things at once. I tried with great difficulty to disconnect my visual and auditory perception long enough for me to get accustomed to the bombardment of perception, after succeeding with that I was able to use my experience using the warp ability to get perceptionally close to two beings conversing. One of them was called Metatron, and the other one was called Adnachiel." Locan said.
Baal nodded: "Yes, I recognize both names, and knew Adnachiel personally back in my angellic form. Metatron is a secondary angel, but probably a Malekadaman. Go on."
Locan: "I have no time to disclose all that they were conversing, but before they detected my presence, they were discussing that the timeline of life is not a straight line, but rather a circle."
"A circle!" Hel shouted, "Impossible!" She said, laughing out loud. "That will mean that all you have to do is just step back far enough and you'll be able to see the beginning of time and the end simultaneously." She concluded.
"Correct. And to be exact, you will have to step right on the edge of the seventh circle of heaven to see it." Locan said.
"So some of the Archangels can, that's what you're trying to say?" Baal asked.
"That's right. And one Malekadaman." Locan said.
"Which one of them?" Amen asked.
"Metatron." Locan replied, with an eerie echo.
"Interesting. Very interesting." Baal said as he thought deeply. "So if we capture Metatron and interrogate him, we can basically know all the happenings of the future until the end of time."
The council was in upheaval. "Capture him!" They said. "Let's send out the El-Jenn tribe back to Deva this century!" Another shouted. "And if they succeed, grant them all supreme lordship status!"
"Here! Here!" The council raged.
Locan shook his head.
Baal frowned as he looked at him and with a sudden outburst shouted: "What is it, Locan? Out with it!"
"Metatron was saying that the demons will lose the final war, and when that happens, the reality of Inferus will be wiped from existence and all demons, every one of us, will seize to exist." Locan said.
The council fell into deafening silence.
"Starting a war against heaven will be a bad idea." Locan concluded.
The Satans, falling into sudden hysteria, flew towards Locan and grabbed him from his podium, hitting him and throwing insults at him with intense fury. "You liar!" They shouted. "We will rip YOU out of existence and see how you like it!" Another screamed, ripping Locan's body with his sharp claws.