Gods of the earth -Chapters 19 & 20

Chapter 19

The battle had taken place in the Heavenlies and Lucifer had allowed it. He knew his hosts were restless and he had to provide them with some kind of action or entertainment. The routine work of hindering the Children of Light was becoming not only boring but tiring. It had been a long time since there had been a war of great magnitude, sending millions into hell. But he couldn’t afford to do that now…that was his last and most desperate stand otherwise there would be too few mortals to carry out his Plan…better that two of his generals ended their ancient feud once and for all.

As they whirled around each other, striking blows that reverberated across the earth, it was plain to see that they were evenly matched. Tens of thousands of fallen angels had gathered to see their colleagues fight, but none of them had expected Janut to put up such a fight!

He was in a rage as he battled the bewildered Ba’al…Ogun, god of war. He had never had the opportunity of showing off his strength, speed and war expertise. It was one of  the reasons why the Lord of Darkness had allowed the battle to proceed…they should know the reason why he had chosen Janut to carry out his plan…they should know that Janut was not only to be feared; but that he was one of the most intelligent of the Principalities.

Ba’al had never encountered such fury…not since the Great Rebellion when he had battled the arch angel Gabriel! Not even his mighty sword which he wielded as though it had a life of its own made a difference. It seemed as though Janut anticipated his every move.

Ba’al sliced the atmosphere suddenly with his great sword but Janut brought his sword up to parry the blow. Then Janut feigned a blow to the right and used his left leg simultaneously to deliver a kick that brought Ba’al to the ground.

All of the Heavenlies stood in shock. No one had ever been able to bring down Ba’al before. He was Lucifer’s right hand man and regarded to be the next strongest after the Lord of Darkness himself.

Ba’al was not only stunned by the blow, but also shocked like his colleagues. Lucifer raised his hand…it was a good place to stop the fight.

“The hierarchy of the Principalities is not based on strength alone but also on cunning. Janut is not only powerful but also cunning. Ba’al is the lord of war, but Janut is the lord of strategy. In any war, both are needed and neither is more important than the other,” began Lucifer amidst the applause of admiration for Janut.

Janut then stretched his hand out and pulled Ba’al up to his feet. Ba’al accepted his defeat in good faith. He and Janut had always been best of friends…he always remembered how Janut had taken a blow for him so that he could double back and strike Michael a blow behind his back.

No one had seen Janut taking the blow for him deliberately, but everyone had seen the blow Ba’al had delivered to Michael the War Lord of Heaven. Janut had not seemed to mind the honour and respect accorded to Ba’al since that time till date.

It had made him so famous that even his name was feared among the mortals…yet Janut’s name was unknown.

“You have seen two of my mightiest generals do battle and neither lost, for it was I who stopped the battle. It could have gone on forever and there would be no conqueror. But in the first part of the Plan that I have conceived, I need a master strategist not a warrior; that is the reason why Janut was singled out, for as you have seen this day, he is both warrior and strategist” finished the Lord of Darkness.

As the teeming host of fallen angels dispersed to their various duty posts, Ba’al placed his arm around Janut’s shoulder.

“Great show we gave them eh?” he said, clapping Janut thunderously on the back. Their true identities as friends had never been revealed before now…it was a deliberate ploy of the Master of Deception to keep it that way…for even the very Hosts had been deceived…henceforth they would give healthy respect to both Janut and Ba’al.

“Yeah, it is the way the Lord has chosen to reveal the next phase in his Plan,” replied Janut.

“Yeah, the deception now begins in earnest on earth, and who better to strategize it than you Janut,” said Ba’al.

“Your time will come too my friend; when the drums beat for war, you will be in front,” responded Janut.

Both gave themselves the warrior’s salute and went their separate ways.

Their epic battle had triggered off a mighty earthquake in a remote corner of the world, but it had also stopped the on-going blood bath in the Marked Territory.

Oduyela laughed in triumph...now Adebajo would know that he wasn’t as all powerful as he thought.

The military had been drafted into the area in full force to stop the massacre and hundreds of the extremists were either killed or arrested…but it would take time for the local inhabitants to return to their homes…the death toll had been too great…

 Adebajo heard the news over the radio and knew immediately that someone had taken actions that had countermanded his own…he knew it must have been Oduyela…he hadn’t known that Oduyela was powerful enough to summon a fallen angel, let alone a Principality!

It may not be easy for him to take over the leadership of the cult after all…he would have to bide his time and look out for Oduyela’s weaknesses…it was the only way he could make him fall…every mortal had weaknesses…

Odugbemi had followed the power play with interest…he had hoped that Adebajo would win, and then he could pitch his tent with him. But the outcome of the battle between both wizards had shocked him; for he had not known that Oduyela could summon a Principality; only the Queen Mother had done that before…several times.

Perhaps he retrace his steps back to Oduyela and pledge loyalty to him…but his wealth from six years back was fast dwindling and he needed to gain access to the corridors of power once again…for his own purposes…that was why he chose finally to be with Adebajo…he needed Adebajo’s wealth because the money rituals he was accustomed to, came with a terrible price; and he no longer had the wealth to support the price.

As soon as he had unlimited wealth at his disposal, he would initiate his lifelong dream of building an empire fit for a king…nay…fit for a god…he had come so close to this before the Great Battle had destroyed everything he had worked for…but it was not too late to start again.

He needed an empire…an empire where all his vices could thrive without fear of the prying eyes of government authorities…he would have an army of Familiars that would ensure the security of his empire.

A spiritual empire and yet a physical one…no one had ever seen the like of what he was planning…yes…it was possible for mortals to become gods of the earth!

Adebajo was his man and he would win his trust by reporting Oduyela’s every move to him.

In the meantime, one of his Familiars had been reporting Ade’s successes to him; but what startled him was the news that Ade was now hobnobbing with the same Principality that Oduyela had summoned…how did Ade get in contact with him personally in such a short time?

So even though Ade was not an Elder…he had advanced himself spiritually beyond even his own father who was an Elder…Odugbemi frowned as he saw the implications…Ade needed to be watched!

He was getting too ambitious and it was such people that the Lord of Darkness was interested in. People who would do anything and try anything to get what they wanted…they had lost all scruples…their sense of good and evil; right and wrong, no longer existed; therefore their conscience was dead.

Odugbemi knew he had to find relevance once again, or remain a lackey for the rest of his life…like the angels who still served the Majesty in the heavens…at least the fallen angels had fought for what they believed in…their freedom from the shackles of an eternity of servitude. It was the Queen Mother that had told them the story of the Great Rebellion.

The forces of darkness always sympathized with those who wanted to break free from servitude…who wanted more for their lives…Odugbemi wanted more…so instead of watching Ade his son…perhaps he should approach him and ask to be connected to the Principality whom the Queen Mother had often referred to as Janut.

He may not need Adebajo after all…yet he knew one didn’t just summon a Principality empty handed…he needed to offer him a worthy sacrifice…fallen angels had a fondness for mortal women that had not diminished through the ages…his wife had left him, but they were still legally married…that meant that spiritually speaking, she still belonged to him till death do them part…she was his to give spiritually to whomever he chose…he would offer her to Janut!.

Chapter 20

The school bell rang for recess and the children ran out to play. Wunmi and Mary watched their children on the swings as they munched meat pies and cold drinks.

“There is nothing like a couple of meat pies and a cold Pepsi during recess,” said Mary, belching softly as she gulped down the chilled fizzy drink.

“You’ve always liked Pepsi since the earliest days before we got married, when we were still teaching in that small primary school, remember?” said Wunmi, feeling a little nostalgic.

“Yes, we’ve come a long way,” Mary replied, turning to her best friend and cousin.

“I never thought we would still be teaching after so many years,” she continued.

“Me neither. I thought that when I got married and had children, my husband would be the only bread winner, but somehow my love for children and the urge to mould their lives has become a passion with me…something I can’t explain,” responded Wunmi passionately as she held Mary’s hands.

“I agree with you totally. It isn’t about the salary. God gave us both husbands who can easily afford to take care of us if we chose not to work,” said Mary, warming up to their conversation.

“You know, either of us could have chosen to start a supermarket or a boutique or something. Our husbands are both downright wealthy, yet somehow the ambition just wasn’t there,”

“Hmm, I wonder why Mary,” answered Wunmi.

“You shouldn’t…ambition is the drive to achieve something for yourself. That’s not a bad thing really…except that ambition is the very thing that will prevent you from fulfilling God’s purpose for one’s life. One just cannot fulfil Self and at the same time fulfil God’s purpose,” Mary said.

“That’s deep! Self Will and God’s Will shall always be contrary to each other as the flesh is contrary to the spirit; so it’s either God or Mammon that we work for or serve; we can’t serve both,” finished Wunmi.

“My goodness, we haven’t had fellowship together like this for a long time Wunmi,” said Mary.

“The only thing I am still praying about is my husband; but I have hope…because God turned your husband’s life around, he will also turn mine around too,” said Wunmi.

“How is Kola, is he still possessed by that fallen angel?” enquired Mary gently.

“Yes I suspect so. Recently he has been trying to make up to me and give me the impression that he is repentant. He even promised to come with me to church this Sunday, but I’m not impressed. I know my husband only too well. He wants something from me and it has to be the same thing your husband also wanted from you,”

“You mean he still wants you to sleep with Janut?” asked Mary.

Wunmi nodded her head.

“So how do you cope?”

“I sleep with one eye open at night,” said Wunmi, trying to laugh it off.

“Oh and by the way, thanks for having my kids stay over with you during this period till I sort myself and my husband out with God.”

“You know they are my kids as well, so they are always welcome to stay with us as long as they like,” responded Mary with a smile.

The bell rang for recess over and a few teachers strolled out to the playing field to round up the children and bring them back to their classes.

Wunmi and Mary hugged before they went to their separate classrooms. They had midweek Service in the evening and Wunmi hoped her husband would accompany her, if only to keep him out of trouble with this Janut. At least she would be able to keep an eye on him in church.

Kola had really been trying to please her in all kinds of ways. He had bought several gifts for her including an expensive phone and a new laptop, which only made Wunmi the more suspicious. He was up to something and until she figured it out, she couldn’t let down her guard…which was getting tiring and weighing her down…at least her children were safe with Mary…

Kola hadn’t returned from work when she arrived at home. She went to the kitchen to prepare dinner…Kola had changed his eating habits and now insisted on eating his ‘wife’s good old home cooking’.

Her phone rang…it was Kola…

“Are you home darling?”

“Yes, why?” asked Wunmi cautiously.

“I’m close to home now. I wanted to make sure you are home because I have just made the biggest decision of my life.”

“Really? And what decision is that?” asked Wunmi, wondering where this was leading to.

“You’ll find out soon enough, but first things first. We are going together for midweek Service today,” said Kola on the line.

“Thank God, I was hoping you would,” replied Wunmi warmly; “but I’m eager to hear what your big decision is,”

“You won’t have to wait long, I’m home already”.

Kola strolled in a few minutes later with a package that he immediately unwrapped. It was a bottle of fruit wine. He carefully placed it in the fridge. Wunmi watched him curiously as he strolled over to give her a kiss.

“He made another attempt on my life in the office today but one of my staff entered and found me on the floor gasping for breath and they immediately rushed me to a nearby hospital.”

Wunmi looked shocked…she hadn’t thought that Janut could attack in broad day light especially with so many people around!

“Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?” she asked worriedly.

“No thank God. Now I’m sure that he is no longer interested in having you. He just wants to kill me,” said Kola sitting down tiredly on a stool in the kitchen.

“So what are you going to do now?” asked Wunmi, perching on his lap.

“I want you to conduct deliverance for me. I believe if anyone can do it, it will be you Wunmi. Look I know I wasn’t serious when you took me to Pastor Adewusi, but now I am dead serious. I want deliverance, and I want it today or I won’t be able to sleep” Kola spoke earnestly.

“It will be late by the time we get back from midweek Service and we will both be too tired, why don’t we do it tomorrow dear?” pleaded Wunmi.

“You don’t understand darling, he is after my life. What if he comes tonight, how will I stop him?” Kola asked, looking worried.

“Then we may not be able to go for midweek Service. I will call the Music Director and Mary to inform them both,” said Wunmi, getting up and giving her husband a reassuring peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry my dear, God will see us through this,” she said.

“Amen,” responded Kola.

Wunmi felt relieved, but she still had to confer with the Spirit about it all…should she go ahead and conduct deliverance for her husband who was in fact her head? It didn’t seem right to her, but her husband seemed to have put his faith in her…she really needed to have a word with the Spirit.

Wunmi watched her husband eat for a while before excusing herself.

“I need to go and prepare myself,” she said before leaving for the bedroom.

“I understand darling and thank you so much,” replied Kola.

Wunmi started singing songs of praise and then began to worship God, wondering why her heart was beating so fast. She attributed it to nervousness…she was nervous about the deliverance session…she had never conducted deliverance before and if it was anything like the movie The Exorcist…it might be a frightening experience even for her.

“Holy Spirit, would you want me to go ahead with this? Will it be okay for me to conduct deliverance for the head of my home? Please counsel me on what to do or what not to do my Lord,” she prayed.

Most of the time, she didn’t get immediate responses to prayer, but she always rose up in faith that her prayers would be answered one way or another, and that she being in the way, the Lord would lead and guide her…she would go ahead with it until she received indications from the Spirit to stop…her husband had requested it from her…shouldn’t she not honour his request?

If the Spirit was against it, she was sure He would let her know somehow…He would never let her go deliberately into error.

Janut watched for a while as she began the deliverance about an hour later…she was praying in tongues…with her spirit…that was his cue to leave the scene.

He hastily faded out of the earth realm and soared up into the Heavenlies…let her ‘deliver’ as much as she liked…after all she could only cast him out if he was actually within her husband…he chuckled to himself as he headed for the highest heavens…

He nodded his head in acknowledgement of the various greetings that came his way…the battle he had fought the other day with Ba’al  had won him a lot of respect and admiration…

He would return later to Kola’s body after he had gone through the charade of being delivered, for that was the plan…he had to go through the charade of pretending and looking like someone from whom a demon was being cast out…Kola had watched enough movies to know how to simulate the motions of a departing demon…once that was done, he would pretend to be normal again…his wife would rejoice over him and thank God…

They would share the bottle of chilled fruit wine together…it was still sealed…yet Janut had simply phased his hand right through the bottle to administer the drug that Kola had given him…the drug was potent enough to knock her out within ten minutes…of course he had to go through the motions of drinking without drinking.

They would ‘celebrate’ his deliverance with the drugged wine shortly before they went to bed…he would then carry her to bed after the drug took effect…she would wake up in the morning and not be any wiser for it…Janut would have had his way with her…no one would know a thing….it was the perfect plan…it was Janut’s plan…