Chapter One

Sychar 31 A.D.

Tatsu’s stomach rumbled as he spied the lone goat. It had been days since the jade colored tanniym had eaten. His large wings drooped, and his scales had lost their luster. Satan had ordered him to stay hidden until the right time. Disobeying his master was out of the question even if it limited his ability to hunt. A little hunger was nothing compared to being demoted or forever tormented in Satan’s fiery furnaces. He shook his large head and using his serpentine tail for guidance he dove toward a nearby shed. His master wouldn’t know if he cooked this lone goat and set fire to the shed. No one would notice. Tatsu roared and a blast of white-hot lightning shot from his mouth, obliterating the thatched roof of a shed; the goat cooked to perfection. He swooped down and devoured it in one large bite. His stomach rumbled, having only satisfied his hunger a little. He flew toward the caves in the mountains above Galilee. The need to find more food grew as the hatching of Dryas’s eggs approached. The tanniym would be hungry.

After Dryas botched the job back home on Ramajadin, and he took the blame to protect his mate, Satan punished him with this assignment on Earth. From what the tanniym observed, the people of this planet displayed tendencies even more primitive than the races from their home. He shook his head and roared. This backward planet with its dry desert and scraggly foliage did little to ease his desire to return to his home. Compared to the beings of his world, these people had a long way to go before they could ever challenge him. Only a chosen few could communicate with tanniym, and even they seemed willfully in denial of the tanniym existence. Evidence of their feeble minds. Enslaving Earth for Satan would be much easier than enslaving Ramajadin. He roared again as he flew in front of the sun. The humans looked to the sky and ran into their small houses like mice scurrying for cover.

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