Chapter
9
The
Translucent Man
“The world is changing as
planned, and we must change with it. Gone are the days when they believed in
witches and wizards. Today the age of Science is reaching its peak. They do not
believe in angels and demons anymore, so we will give them something to believe
in. We will give them aliens from other worlds,” said the Lord of Darkness.
“They would have to have
flesh, for did one of them not say; “Except I see I will not believe?” said Janut. He was one of the new progressive
Princes appointed over the Black Territories that seemed to keep extending.
They had all roared with
laughter at the joke. Janut smiled at
the memory of the last Council of War they had had just before the great battle
that had almost been won…he brushed the memory away from before his eyes with
his hand…if not for that girl who had given up her life! His eyes smouldered
with hatred for the girl…were it not for her; the world would be at their feet
by now…the Divine Agenda would have had to be extended by several Ages at
least, affording them endless freedom.
“Janut! Stay…hide yourself until the appropriate time, I will send
word later. Find out if both girls still live, and if not…kill them…kill
everyone connected with them. But before you do, see that you beget a child
through the very girl that is responsible for this, if she is still alive. Let
the days of Noah return faster than planned by the Divine Agenda…let giants be
born…it is our only chance now to extend our freedom. Hide yourself till
everything is forgotten,” Lucifer had said as he faded out of the Earth Realm
in great pain, following his defeat at the great battle.
That was six Earth years
ago, but it was barely a few moments in the memory of a fallen angel…he
recalled his last seen memory of the girl and watched her for a while, then
batted away the memory with distaste.
Janut
had
fashioned out a body for himself that looked like pictures of aliens that
covered their newspapers. He had needed lots of blood and had found it in wars
his colleagues had fomented. With arts unknown to mortals he had then been able
to fashion out a body that he could live in…a body that could appear and
disappear at will…it was an ancient art that Lucifer had taught them at the
dawn of time when mortals had just begun their lives.
At first it was a simple
experiment to recreate the Majesty’s creations, but that had failed…they did
not have the required Eternal Life to accomplish it…but their Lord had come up
with the idea of ‘Secondary Creations’…they could use the life already created
and fashion another life out of it, using their own spirit bodies to animate
it…that had worked! They had long since gone on to perfect their art, knowing
it would be of tremendous use in the future of Earth Realm.
She was married now…Janut had been there…he kept
surveillance over her all the time, for she was the one that had been named
Enemy of Darkness by the Majesty on High…she was the one that had ‘taken out’
their Lord.
He had hastened time and
caused the deaths of her husband’s parents so he could step into his
inheritance quickly…he would use his interest in the world’s final technology
to get to him and then to his wife. It was only fitting that the mortal who had
‘taken out’ his Lord should be the one to usher in the return of the Nephilim.
He had even hastened their
technology by giving him a little of what was to come…the microchip that would
enslave the whole world would initially be used for mundane things…to pay for
purchased items. It was the technology of the Antichrist, but it was so much
more than using it to pay bills and keep identification records.
She was proving to be quite
powerful, but it was only because she was protected somehow by the Spirit
Himself. That was why he had approached her sister…between the two of them; he
could easily identify the weaker one. After all, it didn’t really matter which
of the two became the mother of the Nephilim,
as long as one of them did…Janut chuckled
to himself as he watched their pastor and the girl walk into the house.
They would find her husband
on the floor…all the prayers in the world would not wake him up…he was in need
of urgent medical attention…Janut had
forced him to drink some poisonous chemicals!
If he died as Janut hoped, it would make the girl more
vulnerable still…her spirit would be weakened…possibly broken…then at an
opportune time he would enter her forcibly…he would possess the body of her
brother in law and use him to do the deed….wouldn’t the Lord of Darkness be
pleased with his ingenuity? He smiled, pleased with himself.
Mr Odugbemi watched the
Elders unnoticed from under his eyelids…they all looked thin and gaunt except
for Oduyela…he had been in prison too, so how come he looked so robust and
chubby?
“By now it is very clear
that they are under the protection of the Majesty on high, so we cannot kidnap
her or even use spiritual power on her. She was not named Enemy of Darkness by
the Lord of Light for nothing.” Oduyela paused and looked around him, hoping
for suggestions…but no one spoke up...he was their leader and should be the one
to make the first suggestions.
“Very well then, we will
follow the way of Balaam. We must find a way to make her compromise and in that
brief period when she is in sin, she will be without protection…we must be
ready to strike then. Akande, I believe you have done a few things while the
rest of us were in prison?”
“Yes sir. The church and
both girls are under surveillance. There are ten of my people who have been
attending that church regularly for the past three years. Four of them are in
the choir to keep an eye on both girls,” replied Akande.
“That is not enough, we need
concrete information as to what goes on in their homes and work place,” said
Oduyela with a frown on his face.
“Perhaps I can be of help
here,” offered Mr Odugbemi; “My son now owns a software Company similar to that
of the girl’s husband. The husband is none other than the late Adeleke’s son
Kola.”
There were loud exclamations
from the elders as they expressed their surprise.
“Okay this is progress and
thank you for that information Odugbemi,” said Oduyela.
“It means we can send him a
Familiar legally through his late father’s covenant with us,” said Prince
Adebajo, eager to make an impression as a new elder.
Prince Adebajo came from an
ancient royal family steeped in traditional ways and spiritual beliefs…he had
been nominated as an elder, but the other elders were of the opinion that he
should go through the same stages that they all had to go through…it had been
Oduyela who nominated him and pushed hima forward based on his already advanced
spiritual arts and skills…when the other elders had seen what he could do,
everyone had fallen silent.
“Yes, I shall leave that to
you Adebajo,” said Oduyela, rising to his feet to indicate that the meeting was
over.
“Are you his wife?” asked
the doctor as they raced beside the stretcher to the emergency room. Wunmi
nodded her head, unable to speak.
“Please if you know how to
pray please pray now!” said the doctor as he closed the door of the emergency
room behind him.
Pastor Adewusi ran up
towards Wunmi as they had not allowed him beyond the reception area…
“He will be fine Wunmi,” he
said…the words came out automatically…it was what people in trouble were always
told…that things would be fine…he knew he hadn’t spoken out of faith, he just
didn’t know how to reassure her…he didn’t even know if God wanted her to be
reassured…he could tell that Wunmi was quite shaken…she seemed to be in some
kind of daze.
“Let us find somewhere to
pray,” said Pastor Adewusi at length. He put his arm around her shoulder and
gently led her out of the hospital. All eyes turned to stare at them…it was the
way of the world…they stared in fascination but did not venture to offer a word
of comfort…they would then talk about it and even sympathize behind their backs…from
afar... when they were gone…the love of men had long since waxed cold…
Chapter
10
Mary had sent text after
text to Wunmi but she had not responded…Muyiwa tried to rape her that morning;
it was the reason why she hadn’t been able to come for Service! She had run out
of the house and was now in a hotel far away from home.
Mary decided to risk calling
Wunmi even though they had agreed to only text each other…perhaps Wunmi was
also in trouble…perhaps that was why she hadn’t responded to any of her
messages.
“Mary we are in hospital, my
husband is fighting for his life…apparently he tried to commit suicide and
drank some insecticide. Pastor Adewusi is here with me,” said Wunmi, picking up
the call instantly.
“In the name of Jesus I
rebuke you spirit of death!” shouted Mary into the phone and instantly let
loose a torrent in other tongues as she cut the line.
Wunmi started praying half-heartedly…she
looked at Pastor Adewusi praying calmly and quietly as he paced up and down in
the scanty car park…
Pray
with a sense of urgency or he will die!
Wunmi galvanized herself
into action, feeling like she had just been released from a huge catapult…she
blazed away in tongues, strolling towards the entrance of the hospital where
the security guards stared at her in amazement…Pastor Adewusi followed behind
at a respectable distance.
Then words began to be
dictated to Wunmi…at least that was how she perceived them as she prayed in
other tongues. It seemed like she was receiving the interpretation of her
tongues…she prayed for a while then began to interpret her own words…
Because
I tread upon serpents and scorpions, nothing shall by no means harm you
husband!
If
you drink any deadly thing it shall not hurt you, because you are yoked to me; for
what God has joined together none may put asunder!
That was when Wunmi realized
that something was going on in her fingers…they had begun to tingle…they were
suddenly becoming hot…she placed one palm over the other and the heat instantly
became almost palpable.
I’ve
been given the gifts of Healing!
Without a second glance at
Pastor Adewusi, Wunmi rushed back into the hospital. She neatly dodged the two
nurses who tried to stop her as she rushed round the corridor towards the
emergency room.
The doctor was furious as
she pushed him aside and headed for her husband who was twitching and breathing heavily,
soaked in sweat.
She laid hands on him and
waited…she could feel the heat leaving her hands and transferring to his body…a
few minutes later his breathing had calmed down…
“I’m so sorry I pushed you
doctor,” began Wunmi when her husband had dozed off.
The doctor and the nurses
still gaped in shock at what they had just witnessed.
“What did you just do?”
whispered the doctor, pushing back his glasses as they began to slide off his
nose.
“Me? Nothing, it was the
Holy Spirit at work sir,” she said as she walked out of the door.
Pastor Adewusi stood up
instantly and strode towards her…she was smiling brightly.
“What happened?”
“He is healed, but asleep. I
will come and pick him up later,” replied Wunmi.
As they drove off she called
Mary…
“You can stop praying now
dear, I will tell you what happened later,” she said.
“Wunmi, I am no longer at
home. I’m at the Paragon Hotel,” said Mary.
“What! Why?” asked Wunmi
worriedly.
“This morning my husband
tried to rape me. I could see that his eyes were somewhat glazed over. He locked the
bedroom door and then forced me on the bed. I bit him and while he was
screaming I ran out of the room, picked up my daughter and my ATMs and left.”
“I will come over as soon as
possible okay?” said Wunmi.
“I guess Mary is also in
some kind of trouble?” asked the pastor as he eased the car into the heavy
traffic.
“Where is she?” asked the
pastor.
Janut
raged as he watched
them drive away …his plans had once again been thwarted. He watched
Kola with malevolent eyes for a few moments before he vanished.
Ade knew that he had to make
up for lost time…he would certainly enjoy himself, but more importantly he had
to rebrand himself…he had seriously been thinking of changing his name, but he
knew how his dad would feel about it…he would put it on hold for now, until he
had established himself firmly in society again…what he needed now were friends
and connections…stooges and puppets.
Yet he knew he couldn’t come
out publicly yet…the paparazzi would tear him to pieces concerning his recent
incarceration.
He had some catching up to
do…he would read up on all the ‘who is who’ especially in his new field…he also
had to employ some guru to take him through a crash course and bring him up to speed on this new technology. He pressed the
intercom on his table and Toun appeared almost immediately.
“Look for a competent
Bio-tech Software Company that specializes in training, I want three profiles
within the hour” ordered Ade.
“Yes sir,” said Toun with
downcast eyes as she curtsied and left the office.
There was still one more
thing left for him to do…his Familiars had not left him…they would not leave
until his death…he needed a favour from them and he needed a sacrifice for that
purpose…
They could easily tell him
who his competition is or would be and how to get rid of them…thankfully he
didn’t need a human sacrifice…that was reserved for material favours…this was
mere advice…he could easily purchase a small animal.
It was time to initiate
Toun…he would need an assistant…so far she had merely satisfied his sexual
desires…that was a necessary step in possessing her Will spiritually…now she
would become his slave indeed…she would find someone to use for his Money
Ritual when the time was right.
Prince Adebajo completed his
incantations and poured the blood upon the idol in his shrine. He was an
immensely wealthy man who had gotten his wealth through spiritual means as did
everyone in the cult, except that he had gotten his wealth before he joined the
cult.
He rubbed the ointment
on his eyes that would allow him to see
the Familiar spirit he was sending to Kola Adeleke.
“I want to know everything
he does and everyone he speaks to. Find out about what he does in his company
and who his friends are. Above all find out what his relationship is like with
his wife,” said Adebajo in an ancient Yoruba dialect.
The spirit waited patiently
for him to finish then vanished…he would be back in three days…that was the
usual time span they were accustomed to working with…three days…
Adebajo’s father had not
been fortunate to be next in line for kingship…it had fallen to another royal
household. He had hoped that his son would be next in line for the throne when
it came round again, but he saw now that it was impossible.
That was why he had
prevailed on Oduyela’s father to get his son Prince Adebajo initiated into the
most powerful cult on earth – the cult of the Queen Mother.
After much pressure, Oduyela
had yielded, following the death of the Queen Mother.
Oduyela would soon realize
his mistake, for Prince Adebajo was far more advanced than he in spiritual
matters…Adebajo uncovered the effigy that was shrouded in cloth…in a matter of
days he would animate it with something more powerful than a Familiar spirit…he
would bring it alive with Ogun himself!
Ogun was the god of war
among the Yorubas…but he was well known in the heavenlies…only a blood bath
could invoke him…for he was Ba’al Lord
of the flies…flies only gathered around dead, decaying things…he was the Lord
of Death, and Adebajo knew exactly where to go for the blood bath!
