Fifty-Nine
“I cannot not believe that you are deputy in command after me, Abner. How can you be so impulsive? Is this how you will command the Azazela? Will you go on yelling at every one for not behaving the way you wished? Countless people would be under your watch! How do you suppose behave in even grave circumstances when you cannot control yourself at front of a woman? And you, Yodhya!” He grunted, fuming like a lion on the hunt.
Contrary to Abner, Iblis wasn’t yelling. He didn’t bang the table, rose his voice, or widened his eyes—instead, he spoke every word as calmly as possible. Yet one couldn’t ignore the hint of power, the fragrance of authority, and the scent of command in his voice.
From the tone of his voice, it was certain that Iblis Bin al-Said meant busines
