of human upright form. Spitting venom into
my face, he tried to convince me that I was
doomed.
"Why bother," he said, "you cannot
win this battle. You will be easily
overwhelmed by Satan's forces, for he has
sent quite a battalion here in your honor to
have you defeated." I said nothing. "Accept
it, you are doomed. You shall be defeated.
You may as well accept this and come over
to our way while you still can. We could
make use of you." Although unafraid, I was
quite overwhelmed by the ugly nature of
this creature. His spit was like vomit, and his
serpent heads were so disgusting I could
have upchucked.
Rather than this, I said a few words
to him. "What shall I say to you?" I said,
"Shall I tell you of Christ?" Looking
concerned, he began to hiss. "Or shall I speak
of the second coming of Christ?" Throwing
him into a tizzy, I continued, "Perhaps I
should speak to you of the return of the
Buddha, the Buddha to come... Maitreya?"
Reptilian skin sizzling with flame, he spit
and hissed in discomfort. Now in flames but
not yet destroyed, I turned and saw an
amazing spectacle.
brent
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