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Chapter 24
Chapter 24 The pieces of the bodies of infidels Were flying like dust particles. If you would have seen it with your own eyes, You would have been very pleased, And your heart would have been filled with joy. . —Osama Bin Laden . BA'AL ZEBUB Ba'al Zebub's flesh tingled as he moved away from the temple, tasting the air for his quarry. With his sense of seeing, greatly enhanced by this morning's executions, he could see the way the villager's spirit-light swirled around them, telling him which would make a tastiest sacrifice. The humans seemed so tiny, so insignificant compared to his enormous girth. He relished the way they darted out of the way as he lumbered past, worshipful, terrified, the same way his own species trembled whenever in the presence of the old dragon. His stomac
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