“And you plan to retire from public life? Lenel asked.”

“Not entirely, but I have always liked the idea of ​​more tranquility and nature, like ​​waking up and seeing imposing mountains.”

“When he leaves, follow Franco, find out where he is building his house in New Zealand. La Perouse is a clue. I need the GPS where it is located. I don’t want him to disappear from the map,” Lenel ordered one of his chosen ones. “Find out what old Genaro is up to,” he said to another of his loyalists, pointing with his eyes at the old man who had humiliated him and dared to call him bambino.

“Congratulations Lenel, we’ll see you soon in Amsterdam,” the leader of Holland told him.

“Thank you, everything will be for the better from now on,” he responded and thought, Not for you.

Everything would be better for him, but not for them. He needed to convince them that he was a deity. He knew that Franco hadn’t believed him when he had changed his voice to impress him, but at least he would leave him with doubts, because, after all, weren’t all mystical and superstitious? Did they not believe in the primacy of consciousness over existence? Did they not believe that actions could act without entities that act? Didn’t they believe in supernatural forces? If so, how could they be sure that he was the channel through which Baal spoke? He had no way to prove it, but they had no way to deny it either. Just as the concept God, he had learned the trick of arbitrariness and was determined to take advantage of it.

“Independent journalists and the information disseminated on the Internet are not helping us. We must avoid it,” the hierarch of England told him.

“The Temple will continue to be sacred ground.”

“There was no need to be so direct, but it is true that the Temple will always be The Temple.”

“Do you have any doubts? Lenel asked.”

“Oh no! None!” said the hierarch.

“Are you able to see beyond my appearances and prostrate yourself at my feet?” Lenel asked him, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Oh yes! You are the Imperial Master now! I prostrate myself at your feet!”

“What is my name?” asked Lenel.

“Baal,” said the hierarch of England who leaned forward, walked away and thought, “He has no idea where he stands.”