"Oh? And what would that be, Master? I take it I will have a...err...well, unique transformation? If so, please tell me". A very familiar voice, one I recognised all too well, said, "Yes,
Lamorak, you owe that to her at least". I turned around. "This is quite a surprise, mother. I thought you were still too ill to go out". "God cured me of my asthma, Lamorak, and gave me some control over my angina. He asked me to pass on a message to you, which is this: 'It was not I who cursed you with epilepsy, Lamorak, but Satan, the Devil, and if you treat Miss Catherine Parks kindly as your slave, you may choose which religion to belong to". My face
darkened with undisgused cold fury. And in Hell, Satan went white with terror, as those in Heaven and Hell, including archangel Michael heard me say coldly, "The Devil, Satan, dares interrupt MY destiny? Devil, eh? Lord of Hell? Oh, no, no, no. If that fallen angel thinks he's a Devil, he's barely lived. If I reach him, I will let him know TRUE terror and suffering, for I can be more, MUCH more of a Devil than he can barely dream of. Suffice it to say that when I am through with Satan, Hell will be more like a holiday resort!" My slave said,"But Master, what will happen to Satan himself?" I replied with deadly sincerity, "That's easily answered. I will demolish him so thoroughly, you'd need a magnifying glass to identify what's left of him!I don't take prisoners, and while God may forgive, I definitely do NOT forgive. Now I would like to say there was a rule book for living on Earth,you know, cricket,and all that, but there isn't. Just one unbreakable law: stay alive at all costs". I added, "And now, you demonic bastard, I have a message for YOU. I am Sir Lamorak de Galis. Yes, the living legend who several times overthrew over 30 knights. Anything to say?" "BUT YOU CAN'T BE! MORDRED KILLED YOU!!!" Satan thundered. "Have you never heard of reincarnation? I was reincarnated into this body. And yes, Mordred and Sir Basdemegus were also reincarnated, the irony being that neither of them were aware of their true identies, Sir Mordred believing he was called Glen Driver, and Sir Basdemegus thinking he was christened Kenneth Ralph, but I wasn't fooled. The familiar evil stench was coming off them in waves. I defeated both of them without help, even though it was offered, I turned it down. I will defeat you too. This is no mere boast or empty threat, but a fact. Threats are for lesser mortals, not yours truly. No, that was a promise, and I always KEEP my promises!" Shocked, my mother fainted, and at my command, Miss Catherine Parks, obedient slave girl that she was, gently roused my mother. "You are serious, aren't you, Lamorak?" Margaret asked. "Very", I replied. And I got her some coffee. After a while, she regained her courage and said, "What will your slave's next transformation be?" "She will be a Saleena, mother", I replied. "Master", said Catherine respectfully, "What actually IS a Saleena? And will being one change me so that people will stare at me, thus making me feel uncomfortable?"I replied, "Saleenas are very, no, EXTREMELY rare creatures, and exceptionally intelligent and attractive. A half-Saleena, half-Human hybrid has only the following powers: telepathy, psychokinesis-otherwise known as telekinesis, and the ability to create angels from Humans. But you will be a full-blooded Saleena!"