The Return of Sathanas

THE RETURN OF SATHANAS
A Novel of the Revolt of Evil Against the
Gods.
by Richard S. Shaver
1948
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CHAPTER I

Quest of the Darkome
"Satan, with vast and hauty strides advanced,
Came towering, armed in adamant and gold."
--John Milton
The pursuit needle indicated a dizzy succession of zigs and zags in
front of my straining eyes. The huge dread-nor, the Darkome, slewed in
sickening curves as my hand on the swivel-jet stick tried to follow the
crazily dancing needle. Was it--or was it not--the erratic ion trail of a
dodging ship?
"Are we following one ship or a dozen?" asked Lt. Tyron, tightening
the straining straps of the co-pilot's chair beside me.
"I don't know--but sure as the God's vengeance we're following

something with plenty of reason to want to escape. And we will follow
as long as the fool's drivers leave us a trail.
"Too much trail right now. A few more of those sudden jerks and either
the Darkome or me is going off in two directions at once--and the
Darkome is tough."
"There's no question we can catch the ship or ships on this trail, but,
what I am wondering... what has me worried... is, will our quarry be a
big enough fish to be important, or some expandable decoy of
Sathanas?"
I turned from my inspection of the dials and looked at my first officer.
Tyron was a good man, but too impatient for action and too continually
worried that he wouldn't see any. But he was intelligent and, in the two
centuries he'd been in my command, there had never been a question of
his reliability. He had the familiar look of fearing that action was going
to get away from him again. I couldn't help laughing down at him.
"Well, Tyron, before this is over you'll have a chance to catch a lot of
those devils--and when we do you may get those hands you're so proud
of, singed. Carry on!"
I settled myself in my seat before the universal view screen [*1],
thinking, "There's nothing to do now until we catch sight of whatever is
making this trail." I, myself, was as impatient for action as Tyron, but
in the long years since I left the culture farms of Mother Mu, I had
learned to restrain my desire for adventure until the opportunity came
to unleash my energies into effective action.
The irritation I felt at being forced to stay on duty was just another
score I had to settle with the fugitive fleeing through space somewhere
ahead of us. Here, aboard ship, I have my duty, and when it is
performed, the course checked and affirmed, the log set to rights, and
my officers assigned to their special duties, my time is my own. And
woe betide the unfortunate who unnecessarily disturbs my meditations
and experiments in my own ship-board laboratory. It is a well equipped
laboratory--befitting the ennobled station the Gods of Nor have seen fit

to bestow upon their humble servant and brother. Only in the capital
cities of the God race are there comparable laboratories. I have spent
years and many a long voyage in some of the less frequented reaches of
space to equip it for the work I do when I am not on the errands of the
Gods. Full of apparatus picked up in the strange ports of a thousand far
off planets--perhaps a little evil-smelling at times, but it is my life, and
in it is life--little lives whose efforts are at times vastly more successful
than man's own... poor doomed mankind whose glorious ancestors are
the immortal gods themselves.
On most of the assignments that I took my ship, the Darkome, I had
plenty of time for my own experiments, far from the distracting social
activities of my own adorable Arl. But this trip would not allow me any
time to myself--this trip was ordered by the great Elders of Nor
themselves. I was to capture and bring to trial that unwise but
accomplished fiend, Sathanas, Ruler of the planet Satana. Sathanas,
though a younger member of the God Race, had started his own private
revolt against all authority--and the dicta of the Elders are not so lightly
flaunted by any upstarts a few score centuries old. He had violated the
Elder laws designed to protect and foster life and growth--it seemed
that he could not get enough victims for his orgies of cruelty under the
existing laws and had set out to make a few laws of his own. But, as I
said, the laws laid down by the myriad Lords of Nor in Council are not
easily broken--even by a powerful and cunning master of sin like this
Sathanas--and thus it was that I sat on the bridge of