Chapter
41
Pastor
Adewusi opened the door forcefully and strode in with his wife behind him. His
wife gasped in shock as she saw Janut standing over seven feet tall, make his
way towards the two couples. Janut turned sharply to see who the intruders
were.
There
was no fear in Pastor Adewusi as he began advancing on Janut, all the while
praying in tongues. His wife seeing his fearlessness became emboldened and hastened
to be by his side. Janut snarled at them and raised his hand. In that moment,
Mrs Adewusi suddenly found herself floating upwards from the ground as Janut
raised his hand.
“In
the name of Jesus, I forbid it!” ordered Pastor Adewusi in a loud voice, as he
saw what was happening to his wife.
Nothing
happened, instead; she continued to rise higher and higher. Pastor Adewusi
frowned…he was puzzled at the blatant defiance of the fallen angel at the
mention of the name that is above all names.
“We
have to resist them, they will put up a struggle but we must resist,” said Mary
suddenly.
Pastor
Adewusi finally understood. He had thought that they would obey him immediately
he gave a command in the name of Jesus, but it wasn’t so…their resistance was
in hopes that the believer would get discouraged and desist…but if not, they
would have no choice but to obey the commands spoken on behalf of the Nazarene;
for he had given them his own heavenly authority.
Pastor
Adewusi laid his hands on his wife and began pulling her back to the ground,
all the while issuing commands in the name of Jesus. With a loud snarl of rage,
Janut gave up his grip on Mrs Adewusi and she dropped unhurt into her husband’s
arms.
Then
Janut suddenly vanished…he had given up his physical form and reverted back to
his original form!
Kola
and Muyiwa looked around them nervously, wondering where the next attack would
come from…suddenly a chair launched itself with force against Kola and he was
knocked unconscious…blood spurted out of a deep gash on the side of his head.
In that
moment, Wunmi’s eyes were opened and she saw both Janut and Baal behind them. They
seemed to be manipulating the things in the room like puppets on a string. Chairs
and bottles began flying around the room.
Muyiwa
ducked under a couple of flying bottles as he rushed to Kola, pulling out a
clean handkerchief from his pocket and attempting to stem the flow of blood.
The diversion
the chair caused was enough for Baal to strike out with his sword against Mary,
but Wunmi came in between them and the sword stopped a few inches from her body…for
some strange reason it could go no further…then he remembered…she was the one
who had not loved her life unto death…therefore death other than that which
Majesty himself had ordained for her, could have no effect on her.
Wunmi
laughed terribly and lifted her voice in song…
Arise oh Lord, let your enemies be
scattered!
She sang
the song repeatedly as she went into a peculiar dance…round and round Baal she
went, and as she danced around him…chains unseen to the physical eye began to twist
around him; pinning his arms to his sides.
Mary
saw what Wunmi was doing, but could not see Baal or the chains that bound him
firmly. She went over to help Muyiwa to carry Kola away into the bedroom, with
Mrs Adewusi’s help.
Pastor
Adewusi joined in the song Wunmi was singing, but stopped short…speechless…
when his eyes opened and he saw Baal tied up in chains, and Janut drawing his
sword…suddenly his arm felt very heavy…he felt as though he was holding
something in between his fingers.
He felt
compelled to lift his left arm upwards and not a moment too soon…Janut brought
down his sword and Pastor Adewusi’s right arm felt a terrible impact…
It is the Shield of Faith…said
the Spirit quietly. Then the pastor’s eyes were opened to see the Shield…it was
like nothing he had ever seen before!
It seemed
to have a life of its own…it had moved his arm upwards to deflect the blow
meant for himself!
If you have the Shield…surely you must
have the Sword; whispered the Spirit.
Pastor
Adewusi looked at his right hand but saw nothing…nevertheless he knew it was
there…he walked by faith not by sight…when the Sword of the Spirit was needed,
it would make itself known…
Baal
struggled against the chains but to no avail…
Let the high praises of God be in their
mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand;
To execute vengeance upon the heathen,
and punishments upon the people;
To bind their kings with chains, and
their nobles with fetters of iron;
To execute upon them the judgment
written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the LORD.
Wunmi
spoke the words of Psalm 149 with authority as she turned her attention fully
to Janut.
All hail the power of Jesus Name, let
angels prostrate fall, let angels prostrate fall!
Wunmi
didn’t know the words of the hymn…only the chorus…yet the entire hymn came
unbidden to her mind as she began to sing.
Her voice
struck a keynote of vibrant victory and she watched with a shout of joy as
Janut began writhing in pain…in that instant, Baal vanished with a howl.
We will be back; snarled
Janut, as he too vanished.
Pastor
Adewusi looked around him breathlessly, but they had left. Wunmi ran towards
the bedroom to attend to her husband.
“He
will need medical attention,” said Pastor Adewusi, following swiftly.
“We
may have to treat him here. There is complete chaos out there. Two huge giants
are laying waste to the city,” said Mrs Adewusi, taking the bandages Mary had
brought.
“Don’t
worry, I used to be a major domo in the Red Cross, so I can handle this up to a
point,” she continued, trying to reassure Wunmi as she cradled her husband’s
head in her lap…Kola was stirring…groaning in pain as Mrs Adewusi did what she
could.
“Giants
laying waste to the city?” murmured Mary, kneeling beside Mrs Adewusi to assist
her.
“They
are literally tearing the city apart and killing scores of people. It was by
divine intervention that we got here in the first place,” said Pastor Adewusi.
“The
Spirit began directing my husband into roads we didn’t even know existed. That was
how we skirted around the giants and only saw them from afar just before we
arrived here,” finished Mrs Adewusi.
Kola
groaned again and opened his eyes to find himself staring into the eyes of his
concerned wife. She immediately planted a kiss on his forehead.
“They’ve
gone for now, but they will certainly be back,” said Wunmi in answer to his
questioning gaze.
“That’s
a very bad cut you have there, it will need stitching. Perhaps there is a
hospital around here somewhere?” asked Mrs Adewusi.
“Yes
there is on the third street from here, a private hospital,” answered Wunmi.
“Then
we should take him there now,” said Pastor Adewusi, rising to his feet.
“Let
me help you up, Kola,” said Muyiwa, tugging at Kola gently until he was able to
wrap his arms around the shoulders of both men.
Together
they took him out into the car and they all drove off to the hospital.
The moment
Baal was out of the presence of the Enemy of Darkness, his chains fell off.
“What
do we do now?” asked Janut.
“We
certainly cannot return to the Lord of Darkness without a victory,” said Baal,
rubbing his chafing arms.
“Well
that was quite a knock on the head he received from the chair I threw at him…he
will probably need medical attention,” said Janut.
“So
you’re suggesting we go and continue this at the hospital?” asked Baal, turning
it over in his mind…it was a good idea.
“Yes,
except that we won’t give them an open confrontation this time. The Spirit will
fight for them as he did now. I suggest that we use the hospital staff against
them,” finished Janut.
“I like
it!” said Baal, endeavouring to grin.
Chapter
42
Michael
and a team of warrior angels had managed to cordon off the lumbering giants and
were now leading them away from the densely populated city. Michael scanned the
area for the fallen arch angels but there was still no sign of any of them…no
sign of Lucifer either.
He
looked at the battle that raged around him; for both angels and fallen angels
had at last come to grips…he knew that the battle that raged around him was
merely the diversion…Lucifer intended to end the lives of the Enemy of Darkness
and her fellow believers.
He soared
into the heavenlies in search of the fallen arch angels, mindful of the Spirit’s
instructions not to interfere with whatever battles the believers were fighting.
Down below, whirlwinds were springing up everywhere and a hurricane was brewing…the
sons of men looked pitiful as they ran blindly in search of safety…Michael felt
compassion for them…but there was not much he could do to help them.
They
were caught up in whirlwinds and thrown around like little rag dolls, wondering
what had happened to the world that they knew so well just a few moments ago.
Suddenly
Belial emerged from the blackness of the sky that was threatening a violent
storm…the elements had been destabilized by the unseen spiritual battle going
on down below.
Straight
as a dart, Belial streaked towards Michael, counting on the element of
surprise. Michael perceived him and swerved away, but not in time to avoid a
collision. He was knocked away for a long distance before he regained control
of himself.
Belial
pursued him relentlessly as he sent a silent signal for back up to Baal.
You must fight this battle alone and
win! Let it be known for all Eternity that the Warlord of Heaven is no match
for fallen arch angels…even in their numbers…draw your strength from Me!
My Lord,
it shall be as you have commanded!
Michael
readied himself for Belial’s attack, even as he saw from the corner of his
eyes, the approach of Baal and Janut from two opposite directions!
As steel
rang against steel, the heavens exploded in bright white lightning accompanied
by a thunderous roar…the earth trembled and the very ground split open in
several areas in a minor earthquake.
Janut
and Baal arrived in time to unseat Michael from his position high above Belial…three
swords rang out against his one…yet Michael gave no quarter…he knew he had to
rely utterly on the strength of the Spirit in this battle…but he was too busy
fighting on three fronts to concentrate on anything else…he vaguely remembered
the holy and righteous anger that had consumed him once when he had battled
Lucifer (read THE VIGIL!).
But
he didn’t have that holy anger now…he avoided a thrust from Baal’s sword only
to be pierced by Janut’s sword…Belial laughed horribly.
“Think
you to defeat three arch angels?” he taunted as he baited Michael with his
sword.
They
had begun to play a game with him as he weakened…he was in the centre of them
all and they struck him at will…slowly they tightened the circle they had
formed around him…it was only a matter of time before the fatal blow would be
struck…the blow that would send Michael out of earth’s realm…wounded and
disabled for a long time…then they could easily rout his angels, and for once…all
Eternity would see that the Majesty didn’t always win!
If ever
Michael needed the power of the Spirit…it was now! He suddenly remembered how
Wunmi the Enemy of Darkness had relied a lot on worship to lean on the Spirit…
Then
Michael lifted his voice in song and glorious was the sound of it as he sang of
the matchless power of the Most High. He took Psalm 149 and turned it into a
song even as the trio of arch angels closed in on him…then it was, that a
mighty surge of power took over his very being and caused him to grow in
stature, so that now he towered over his enemies…
Turning
full circle, Michael swept his blade around him, knocking them all far into the
distance…it would give him time to prepare for their final onslaught…the power
of the Spirit had girded him with strength!
He risked a glance at the raging battle below
him and saw that once again, his Host was outnumbered…it was Majesty’s way of
making it known to all that cared to know…it
is not by power nor by might…but by my Spirit!
Michael
held up his sword in readiness as all three arch angels came streaking towards
him. As they rushed in, Michael suddenly slid beneath them and thrust upwards.
His blow
pierced deep into Janut’s torso from the bottom to the top. With a howl of rage
and pain, Janut slowly faded out of earth’s realm…now he would be confined to
the Heavenlies, never to return here again till Judgement day had sentenced him
forever into Lake of Fire.
Belial
and Baal suddenly found themselves clashing swords together…for the arch angel
they had targeted had suddenly slipped beneath them in a move they had not anticipated.
Then
Belial raised his head and gave a loud shout… “To me!”
It was
a call for reinforcements…he was determined to finish off Michael one way or
another.
Several
fallen angels flocked to heed his call and soon Michael was swamped beneath their
numbers. His Host saw it and rallied to help him.
Lucifer
smiled as he saw that the odds were now completely in his favour…it was time
for him to make his appearance…
Baal
received the Lord of Darkness’ silent signal to leave the melee and go to the
followers of the Nazarene, to destroy as many of them as he could. He stole
away swiftly, covered by Belial and several others.
He noted
with satisfaction that none of the medical staff had the bright light of the
Spirit around them that indicated that they were genuine followers of the
Nazarene…they were all obviously nominal Christians…that meant he could
manipulate them at will.
He saw
the wounded mortal being taken into a room to be stitched, and followed them
inside. His wife and friends were not allowed to enter with him.
Baal
began to gently stir the tender and delicate strands of thought that constantly
swirled around in the mind of the doctor.
Doctor
Ekwueme shook his head to clear his befuddled brain as he readied himself to
stitch his patient. He felt very exhausted even though he couldn’t remember why…somehow
he couldn’t seem to concentrate.
He was
the only doctor on duty so he had to carry on…the gash was quite deep or he
would have entrusted the stitching to one of his more capable nurses.
As he
readied the anaesthetic, a thought suddenly occurred to him…he didn’t have to
do a terribly neat job…it would take too much time and he was really exhausted…no
one would know a thing…
He waited
for the anaesthesia to take effect and then took up the needle. The nurse assisted
him with the patient.
Suddenly
the nurse complained of a runny tummy and had to go…Doctor Ekwueme felt his
mind go blank…he felt he was falling into blackness…the last thing he
remembered was the pretty nurse he had slept with the previous night right
there in his office before going home to his beautiful but pregnant wife.
Baal
took over the doctor’s hands as he blew on his mind softly and sent him to
sleep…the wounded follower of the Nazarene was now completely at his mercy…Baal
picked up a scalpel…it was sharp…probably better than a knife…
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