Disclaimer: I don't own Flagg or any of the characters in the book "The Eyes of the Dragon", by Stephan King.
In the 9076th year after the imprisonment of my Master:
I sit here now, in my study, listening to the crackle of the fire and the outlandish prophecies of my two – headed familiar thinking. Why have not I, the Great Flagg, written journal before? It seems that if one is as powerful and great as myself, one should let others revel in his experiences. Now I begin the epic of my life.
My plans have been successful so far in this endeavor, though there is no reason why they should not, for I, Flagg, have torn apart the kingdom of Delain again and again, far back into the mists of time. I, Flagg, was the famous High Lord Executioner Bill Hunch and the imprisoner of Leven Valera. Each time I have stayed in Delain, I am proud to say, it has ended in civil dispute, revolution and/or war. This time, however, will be different; it will be my most beautiful Masterpiece yet.
Roland is a fool, for if he were like I, he would have already thrown me to the dogs. All he does is hunt, sleep, and drink. He is the perfect King to manipulate, but is not even close to suitable ruling material. Only King Allen the Second was as gullible as Roland is.
Roland's firstborn Peter, on the other hand, quite disturbs me, for it is a person like him who makes peaceful (Blech, I loath that word) and strong rulers. He is excellent at combat, though he will never put any of his skills to practical use. Peter likes to frolic with the commoners as well; his best friend is a person whom is barely a noble, disgraceful. He has a clever head on his shoulders, unfortunately, and it is in him I fear that the ruin of all my hard work and labor lay. I should be thankful that I had the foresight to kill his mother, with her around everything would be much worse.
Peter's younger brother Thomas is where my plans can rest safely, he is exactly like his fat fool of a father, dependent and stupid. The other day he made Roland a toy boat. Being an idiot, his father criticized the gift and directly told him to be more like his brother. I could feel the resentment and humiliation flaming in his eyes. He also has no friends, so I have approached him in that respect and have shown little Tommy scenes to frighten and terrify him, so that he will respect and fear me. He is a marionette on my strings.
Today I found a small satchel of the world's deadliest poison, Dragon Sand, in my belongings; I can foresee its potential uses in the future.
In reference to Flaggs master, it is Satan and I just made up the year as the book does not give any specific reference to dates.