Earth In 2014
Lucifer calls
The serpent that once deceived Eve will come back
for you one day,
Your thoughts will be led astray and you will be
come his prey,
There's nothing to worry if you don't carry that
heavy cart,
That weight that has kidnapped your sin and
hidden it in your heart.
Air embraced Leon as he was hurled upwards into
smoke, the burning light of the lake of fire reflected on his left pupil. The
scent of ashes and blood visiting his nose, only to give a disgusted comment
and leave with a snort.
Ear splitting screams were penetrating through
his ears, sending a current of fear running through his veins. The
unrecognizable faces were now drenched in blood and were obtaining more
perpetual wounds by the minute. The animal-like demons were laughing wickedly
as the whips they held, targeted flesh. Seas of flames were tiding in on them
every 5 seconds, but only the prey was affected, scorching each of their vital
organs.
No mercy. Just pain.
The gruesomeness of Hell was like plucking the
hairs of an innocent mouse, like tearing the wings of a butterfly. Despite
that, there was only one question that was haunting Leon's mind:
Why am I being called to Lucifer?
In the thin boat, which was evolved out of dead
bones, the sight of his surroundings seemed worse. The sky of Hell was
just pitch black, the silence mocking at the unrest below them. From
above, Hell seemed to be the inside of a volcano, although not filled with
diamonds deep down, but with victims.
The victims who have laughed along with the
devil and have been tempted according to his will. The one's who have been
ruined by the cares of the world and those who have been distracted from the
meaning to live a good life.
Malicaden, the hooded figure, who was rowing the
boat, gave a sense of eeriness to his swift, but graceful moves. Floating
through the river of memories, Leon being seated next to blood curdling skulls
was trying very hard to distract himself. Ancient photos, stopped watches,
dried ribbons, forgotten diaries, missing papers and many poetic objects streamed
along through his journey. All hovering in the bitter air as the traffic of
objects progressed on. An aquamarine smoke was around them, indicating they
were already in the place were they didn't belong.
All those happy memories sucked and trapped away
in that little piece of ornament. All life on earth forgotten as you were cast
into your destined afterlife.
Bash! The front of the boat, which was a skull of a lion, crashed heads with
the base of the ebony steps. Towering above him, his destination came into
view: The entrance to the Malice Manor. The lopsided boat shook as Leon
stood up on his complaining legs, making the entire panic stampede into his
heart again. Leon tried to take a deep breath, however he realized his last
breath was already stolen by his death. As he stood, his parched hair was swept
away from forehead by his scrawny, bloodless hands as he readied himself to
meet the Father of Lies.
"You were called for a reason boy. That
reason better be good, because if i have to take you back, you'll never be
getting out of there again." breathed the boatman down his neck, his voice
a harsh, ragged whisper. He hadn't realized when the hooded figure had appeared
behind him, but his words were jab at Leon's heart, which was refusing to give
the strength he needed.
Remembering Malicaden's warning, he began to
ascend the stairs; no sooner had he took his first step, his legs felt like
they were being dragged down by a cumbersome weight. It was most likely the
weight of sin. When finally he reached the top, he came face to face with a
charcoal door. There were patterns of the most peculiar interest imprinted on
them: people committing suicide; people killing; people stealing; people not
going to church; people getting obsessed over things and beside each of these
sinful scenes was the face of a joyous devil. The grimace made Leon's hands
tremble because he was pretty sure, when he had done one of those acts that
Satan was dancing in delight.
Blinking and pushing the thought away, Leon
hunted for an opening. Before he found what he was searching for, his eyes came
in contact with lines of golden lettering. Immediately, an atmosphere of
agitation enveloped him, because inscribed on that entrance were the diabolical
words of welcome:
"Come in and you will face horror,
Go out and you will face terror,
For the wages of sin was way more than
death."
Carrying that burden made him swallow down bile.
He ushered one more ounce of courage and lifted the brass knocker, which
was on the left-hand side. He dreaded it as soon as he let go, for the contact
between the two metals reverberated through the entire construction, making his
presence known to all that dwelled inside. Gradually, the door opened to bring
attention to a small red glow. Before his eyes could concentrate on his
greeter, the Manor's contents were already devouring him into darkness.
**********
The fire shot to life in the porches, one by one,
like a cannon, bringing life to the murky corridor. He hadn't found the source
of his welcomer but found that he was wiped off his feet and planted in the
middle of nowhere.
The luminous rays brought focus to a vast door at
the end of the hall. A painting was hung in the center: there were 4 black
demons and Satan in the middle, all laughing at the victims that they were
crushing; the pillar they were standing on were held up by humans, all wincing
in their exaggerating evil. Leon cringed at its sight; the exhausting colours
had still displayed its purpose.
The purpose, which was that there was definitely
no way out.
All sort of scenarios were rushing into Leon's
brain. After a demon had grabbed him viciously by his shredded shirt and
told him that Lucifer had summoned him, he was left with no reason why.
Would he be let out of hell?
No, that's certainly impossible.
Would maybe his bags of sin be taken of him?
No, that wasn't logical either, because that was
the whole reason he came to hell. Nothing seemed to soothe Leon's mind as no
explanation of this meeting came forth.
"Enter! Before I have to get you myself, and
trust me you would regret it after, you atrocious sinner!" bellowed a deep
villainous voice from behind the thick wood, making the air around him quiver
from its powerfulness.
Leon could only guess it was aimed straight at
him for he was alone in the corridor. Slowly, he gaited to the iron entryway,
his vulnerable, pale hands wrapping around the cool knob. It opened with a
groan, like a tired tiger being told to wake up. A seat, or more like a throne,
coated in blood of great beast was laid out before him as soon as the tiger had
awoken. And on that seat was no other than Lucifer.
Two cat-like crimson eyes bored lighting bolts
straight to Leon's heart as he saw what Lucifer was for the first time.
Dinosaur horns protruded from the sides of his head and a snake-like tail
swished from side to side behind him. The devils body was black. Pure black.
Not a single good thing in him. He had slits for his nose and no hair, making
him a featureless presence. Lucifer was the tenebrous shadow behind
the veil.
He was always known as someone who prowls around
like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
Placed next to him were two demons, but these
were unlike he had seen before. They had miniature horns sprouting from their
heads and their teeth were sharper than needles, their eyes were magenta, with
no pupil and they stood like soldiers honoring their position.
As his surroundings bribed him to investigate, he
found that the room he was forced into was even viler than the painting.
The walls were solid, dull-orange rock, and stamped on them were human bones.
The images of beings planted in every dying position possible was placed on top
of each other, their hollow eyes, swimming around the whole, entire room. In
addition to this, there was a big screen on the floor were he was standing.
Animations of what was happening in the real world split the screen in dozens.
Different countries. Performing different sins. All caused by the successful
Satan- helpers and the minds of us arrogant Homo sapiens.
"Wonder why you, you little mundane was
lucky enough to enter my lair? Is because 'The Almighty Father or Truth' wanted
to take you back to that amazing world of his!" Lucifer spat out the words
like they were venom, his mouth showed vampire teeth, coated in rot and decay.
He was a murderer from the beginning, and he has
nothing to do with the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies,
he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the Father of Lies.
Leon didn't believe him, and just as he was about
to reply a WHOOSH taped off his words. A mighty sound of thunder had plastered
across the room, followed by a brilliant light. His ocean-blue eyes were
attracted to the beautiful figure that materialized before him. An angel, with
silky, silver robes and vivid emerald eyes stared back at him. The green
hue was piercing and vibrant, luring him into its mysterious story. Leon
couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman; the angel was a jewel in the depths
of the sea. Examining more of the heaven's abider, his gaze was stolen by
the tremendous wings that were behind it. Pure white feathers hugged each
other, each as comfortable as a family, all in the place were they fit. Oh, how
he urged to reach out his hands and feel his way down that piece of wonder.
Outlining the flamboyant individual was a rich light that was gilded and
shimmering, contrasting against the dark room. This holy pressure made even
Satan and his malicious guards back down.
"Leon Ash Roberio, you have been chosen to
go on a mission back on earth and encounter the world as it is today. God has
given you the time limited of 16 days to prove yourself as an innocent man.
However, this task isn't that easy, you will be facing obstacles and trials and
when the days are over, The Almighty Lord will decide if you are a deserved
soul for New Jerusalem."
Leon's eardrums were ringing with bewilderment:
Is this is a dream?
New York’s Answer
"Death is not the end of your life,
For there is another line you have crossed,
If you don't lift your hands to righteousness,
All hope will be lost."
" You can't take him out of here without my
permission!" growled Lucifer rising from his seat but still squinting from
the light.
"Now, now I know we have talked about this
Lucifer and you can't stop God and his designed plans," replied God's
messenger, its unknown voice sounding as sweet as sugar and as elegant as a
swan.
Before the devil could do anything, the angel threw
an incredible force, lassoing Leon over to its burning side. He couldn't even
blink as a hurricane of a pull dragged him out of the door on the east end and
entered into a big chute like place and before he knew it, he was trailing
behind the angel. It had his wings spread out looking like a graceful bird in
flight, as it caught the wind current, the angel's feathers squealed happily,
enjoying the ride.
Leon was flying too. The experience was thrilling.
With his arms spread out and feet close together, he grinned as the wind
delightedly took him away from his long-lived prison.
Amidst the journey, burnt skin was ripping of his
face hitting in the strong wind only to whisper into smoke while a smooth
surface replaced it. As the time wore on, every hell known thing peeled away,
all his normal brown hair coming back like a mother uniting with her children.
Also, his clothes were sewing back together, each string reaching for their
designed companion. Tides of fresh blood where rushing down his veins, pumping
around his body and reaching its desired destination. The heart.
Thump.Thump.Thump. The steady pulse was back. Leon felt like a newborn baby. The feeling
was long ago rejected, but now it was back, inviting him into his marvelous body
once again.
Breathing in oxygen again, he felt colour
going into his cheeks and his teeth being restored, like a measuring tape that
was pulled too much out of its real self, then being let go, to freedom. And to
its rightful self. All scars and beatings were forgotten back were it started
as a massive shudder rippled through him. The current got faster and FWEE the
vacuum like pipe sucked them up and spat them out in a room.
The room was pure white. No ceiling. Just endless
clouds roaming in their own jubilant lives. The angel flew down and faced Leon
as he got on his feet. Once again the mesmerizing eyes snatching his attention.
"Mr. Roberio, you must take this task very
seriously, God has given you this mission for a purpose. Your first day will be
taking place in the USA. You must be aware of the problems around you and do
not get yourself in any political mess. I will send a guardian angel with you
so you do not get into any accidents. Remember this is a very important chance.
Don’t waste it." He explained without taking a breath.
"Erm... ok," Leon mumbled, realizing his
forgotten voice was back; it sounded strong and juvenile. On the other hand,
questions were choking him in his mind and none of them wanted to escape his
lips.
What was the purpose?
Why him?
What was the USA?
Another bright light blinded him and a bubble
popped as he fell, no time to hover more on his doubts. Falling, like he once
had when he dropped down to Hell, the hackles on his wrists biting into his
flesh. However, this time he was free of those things and it felt like
parachuting down, all memories of the dungeon flying. Away from its opened
cage.
Plump! The soles of his feet made contact with tarmac ground. Before he could
fully open eyes, the sound of angry cars and chattering people greeted him. The
scent of hotdogs and chips wafted up his nose, he was feeling hungry after 32
years in Hell. A cold shiver tickled him, indicating it was already night.
"Hello there, Leon, is it?" said an
unfamiliar voice to his ear.
Leon opened his eyes widely than he had ever
before. Colourful billboards, yellow taxis, overflown shops and herds of people
were stood out before him. The night skyline barely in the background as it
bought the main point into focus. The fluttering of lights slithered through
the buildings. Spacious screens were advertising products like they were a once
in lifetime opportunity. Models were printed on the towering buildings before
him, each wearing a smile that didn't mean anything to them.
Leon tried to find the source of the voice but
couldn't see anyone talking to him. There were people roaming around and having
fun in their own way. Couples, families, loners and even beggars where painted
on this big canvas.
"Here mate, on your shoulder. Yep, this way
yeah. There you go," a young male voice on his right hand
side beckoned as he turned to his shoulder.
"I'm your little guardian angel. Name's
Terence, but you can call me Terry because I’m nice. Soooo, no mean to pry or
anything, but how are you the lucky one? I mean were you once an angel that
accidently fell to Hell or something? I mean to go back to earth.... well what
can you say? It's just on the diagonal of its axis right now." babbled
Terence, his glowing halo bobbing up and down; his little hand making motions
in the air after each commentary.
Honey blonde hair and sky blue eyes were the
characteristics of the boy and his questioning look was still sewed on his
face. He was wearing peach robes and a big, silver belt with GA on it. Leon
held in a laugh. The belt barely fitted the little guy as his huge belly
overpowered it. Petite wings could be seen behind him, giving a sense of
cuteness to the angel.
"I'm fine thanks and no, I’m just a normal
person and.. Why do you say that?" mumbled Leon as he tried to make a
conversation.
"Ahhhh, well you don't know the half of it. By
the ways I am the 'I-will-save-you-if-you-need-saving' type angel, I help ya
with everything and give you my best advice. Why other reason would I be called
to accompany you?" said the angel disappointed by Leon’s reply but
brightening up at the mention of him being a guardian angel.
Leon at least knew he was a chatterbox and well,
what was up with his language? Ya? Yo? Dude? What on earth do they mean? Had
the earth changed this much?
"Yeah.. What other reason?," replied Leon
quietly droning away from the conversation as he took in his surroundings once
again.
"You don't really talk much do ya? Ahhh
well.... Anyway if you were wondering Leo, this is New York, which is in
America or more correctly the United states of America, which is in the
European part, which is.... a continent in the world, which is in the galaxy,
which is in the universe...." declared Terry as he tried to figure out what
was bigger than the universe.
Woaahh. This surely was a big world. This country
was just a piece of straw in a haystack.
Without warning, Terry flew forward and turned
around to face Leon, absorbing in every detail. With this finger propped under
his chin and the other hand hugging his elbow, he looked like a person who was
going to even something so amazing to the world.
"You know, you really don’t look that bad for
a person in America. May have to work on the walk though. Americans walk
quite.... slumped, " observed Terry as Leon walked to shop which had a M
glowing chrome while showing off to its other friends.
In the corner of his eye he caught two tall boys
ambushing a little girl. The girl looked about 18 but didn't match her height.
She had a backpack, big and stuffed, looking like she was carrying a gorilla in
there. Beautiful lake-black hair rolled down her shoulders and ended in
ringlets by her hips. Her eyelashes bought beauty to her dark brown pupils, the
night-light making the eye's sparkle. The boys were teasing and playing with
her, poking on each of her shoulders pushing her back into the road. The sun
kissed girl however stood with a surprising confidence, her eyes glittered with
rage instead of fear.
"Go away!" Leon heard her say with a rising
voice.
She tried to go past to the side, but so did the
one of the boys. This process receded again and again until the girl cocked her
head to the side. And to Leon's bewilderment, ran straight for a shop, where
she camouflaged with the customers. The two boys, with pierced noses, leather
jackets and spiky, electric-blue hair, looked over the girl with disgust.
"We'll get that little nutcase one day,"
the taller guy muttered, grimacing. That grimace exactly like the demons that
had whipped Leon till he had no more to bleed.
Horrible... what exactly did they want from the
girl? She was innocent and the guys didn't look really kind. Why take the
innocence out of a girl if they have no right to take it off her? If they have
no innocence they shouldn't replace it with someone else’s!
Everyone had his or her own rights.
" Hey, I was thinking I may have to update you
on this world; there has been a lot going on." Terry said as he too
had watched the scene that had unfolded before them. Leon nodded. He had no idea
about this world. He felt like a naked alien in the midst of a big family tree.
"Well to start off with, the earth is in
chaos. With pollution overtaking and everything getting hotter, people don't
seem to be conscious, well not conscious to do anything about it anyway. There
is killing, stealing, abusing, threatening and many more, probably because they
were bored. There are people who are poor and are dying waterless and foodless,
some people are really getting selfish these days. There are also cases of
overpopulation and starts of war and rebellion, that's because they can't keep
tidy or keep their minds to themselves. More people are dying because of
addiction to alcohol, drugs and smoking. I mean it's just horrible; they can't
even make it illegal! People are planning suicide over stress bullying, and
issues with their lives. Then what was the point of God breathing life into
them? On more environmental issues, fossil fuels are going to run out soon and
global warming is rolling in. Yeah, a load of hot tourists just wanted to see
how the world was doing. Making us melt by them. There are conflicts and
endangered animals and..... basically... the earth is a broken string on a
violin," Terry spluttered out, he was holding a type of touch screen
hologram, scrolling down and stating his own opinion after each point.
Over run by information, Leon looked back at the
people with curiosity steaming his eyes.
Everyone certainly looked fine. There might be a
hint of depression or hate or jealousy. But it looks like the citizens of earth
just want everything to be calm and good.
If only Lucifer hadn't been a fallen angel. If only
he hadn't deceived Eve and made her eat that fruit. If only Adam had at least
obeyed God. But, no. This sin in the Garden of Eden carried on till generations
at a time. It had lead to every human being born with the nature of sin. A sin
that was already there. Disobedience.
The world looked so small in this cramped place,
everyone seemed like giants roaring over each other spreading their germs
across the whole landscape.
A series of yells swam through the mist of the
night. Leon whipped his head around trying to find the cause of the commotion,
like a doe that sensed danger when their fawn was in trouble. Outside a bar
shop, there was a man swaying uncontrollably trying to keep his eyes open, he
was saying some weird words to the pedestrians walking by, who had given him a
disgusted look. With no care in the world, he leant on a lamppost and took a
packet of cigarettes out. Lighting one, he inhaled the tobacco, like one would
do to a successful piece of cooking. Before anyone could do anything, the man
jumped into the road and started yelling insults to the drivers. A blood-red
car was speeding up in emergency and was beeping at the man; it didn't look
like it wanted to slow down.
"Get out of the way!" the driver
yelled desperately.
The slumped man gave a wary smile. His unshaved
brown beard getting irritated by the expression. The excited wind was
rushing around by the entertainment the humans were holding. His bare feet were
not moving from his spot. The last warning of a beep rang through all the
witness’s ears. The old man's haunting tunnel-black eyes reflected
the headlights of the car, which was greeting him with murderous glare.
Truth’s Revealed
Jesus, the Saviour wears the victor's crown,
If you, on earth believe or reject,
There's evidence to prove to earth he was called
down,
To die for our sins and our lives protect.
"Oh Lord, save him," Leon prayed just
before the two competitors clashed.
***********
Swarms of bees buzzed around the crime scene, all
feeding on the news like it was honey. The moon hung low in the sky, looking
weary and not at all pleased with its job. News reporters thirsted for information
and men black and white scavagened explanations from the driver and the
witnesses.
"Another accident. Tut Tut Tut. And he
actually saw that coming too!" said Terry disgracefully.
Leon's eyes stung with shock. Just back to earth
and there was already one going to Hell. A van with the word 'ABULANCE' taped
on it, took in the unconscious man. A man in white overalls observed him as he
checked if he had a heartbeat. The crowd seemed to hold their breath like they
were watching a climax of a movie. The look on the doctor's face relaxed when
he checked the man's pulse like straightening a crumpled sheet of paper.
"He's still alive, don't worry," the
doctor said to the crowd around him. The throng let out a satisfied breath.
That doctor was an angel right? He was wearing all
white! And how could that man have survived? Was it the power of that little
prayer he had said before the accident?
There was a tap on his shoulder and he swiveled
round. The girl he saw getting teased before shone upon him with curiosity.
"What happened here?" she asked.
Shouldn't she be scared of strangers? Shouldn't she
be going somewhere safe?
"Errm,
a drunk man just got run over," Leon said as he too just took a moment to
realize what had happened.
"People these days. Have no idea what their
lives mean. No idea that God made them for a reason," she replied with a
flare of anger misting in her eyes as she stared at the man lying in the pool
of blood as the ground tried to escape from its uncleanness.
"Yeah, they have no idea," Leon watched
the girl with wonder. Terry murmured something in agreement, but the girl
didn't seem to hear anything.
She knew about God. She was a believer. She was
confident. And couldn't she see Terry? Maybe he's invisible to other humans.
"What's your name?" Leon asked shyly.
The girl lifted her eyes to meet his, investigating
if she should trust him.
" My name's....... Azraya." She reported.
Her hair flew in the violent wind, and as her head only reached his shoulders,
he looked down at her with a smile.
"I'm Leonardo, but you can call me Leon,
" he informed.
"Leon.... it means lion, doesn't it? Are you
from here?" she questioned.
A lion? He was strong but not brave. Not brave
enough to talk to any of the people freely about anything anyway.
"No, I'm not...... I'm from...." Leon
stammered as he tried to think of another variation of hell. He didn't know any
of the names of the countries in the world. They probably all changed anyway.
"England," whispered Terry, who had not
said anything between the unexpected meeting.
" England, I'm from England," Leon
finished with an innocent grin.
" Huh, England! They are all hyper with that
famous tea addiction of theirs!" Azraya laughed. Her giggle was a song of
joy, her fragrance whispering through the night, lighting up the world in an
instant. Her teeth glowed and her eyes smiled. Some people in this world don't
except what they have.
"I'm not really that into tea. Too... English...
So where are you from, Azraya? Are you from here?" Leon inquired.
"Oh no no no! I'm from India. The south. I
would never be an American, too risky! Obama's sending out the 666 chips, the
mark of the beast. Apparently it's for the resident's health. But we know it is
the sign of Jesus' coming...." she declared. Her face looked troubled, fear
almost jacketing it.
Jesus' coming was soon these day's. There were a
lot of signs. And the mark of the beast was one significant one.
Terry quickly went on Azraya's shoulder and turned
to face him. She did not notice the little angel and she was looking like she
was deep in thought, her forehead creased.
Terry spoke with a serious tone, his eye's fixed
with Leon's "The chip. It causes all, both small and great, both rich and
poor, both free and slave, to be marked on the right hand or the forehead, so that
no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark, that is, the name of the beast
or the number of its name. This calls for wisdom: let the one who has
understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man,
and his number is 666."
**************
Deep down in the depths of Hell, Satan called a
worldwide convention of demons.
In his opening address he said maleficently,
"We can't keep Christians from going to
church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We
can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their Saviour.
Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken."
"So let them go to their churches; let them
have their covered dish dinners. But! Steal their time, so they don't have time
to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ." He looked over at all the
destruction-longing congregation.
"This is what I want you to do," said the
devil, a look of determination masking his face:
"Distract them from gaining hold of their
Saviour and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"
"How shall we do this?" his demons
shouted eagerly.
"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life
and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.
"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and
borrow, borrow, borrow." Lucifer banged his fist on the table before him
as he emphasized each word.
"Persuade the wives to go to work for long
hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they
can afford their empty lifestyles." He smirked and pulled up a screen that
stretched wide into the dark air.
"Keep them from spending time with their
children. As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape
from the pressures of work!" Humans being stressed and busy appeared on
the screen.
"Over-stimulate their minds so that they
cannot hear that still, small voice." He pinched his hands together to
show the tiny voice. Herds of heads nodded in approval.
"Entice them to play the radio or cassette
player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going
constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the
world plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam their minds and break
that union with Christ." People listening to pop songs and other songs in there
free time was projected.
"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and
newspapers. Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."
"Invade their driving moments with
billboards." Loads of papers and different magazines were spread out each
showing different aspects of attraction.
"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail
order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional
offering free products, services and false hopes."
"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the
magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's
important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. "
"Keep the wives too tired to love their
husbands at night. Give them headaches too!"
"If they don't give their husbands the love
they need, they will begin to look elsewhere. That will fragment their families
quickly!" A family falling apart videoed on the wide rectangle and the
atoms of sin drooled hungrily.
"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from
teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas."
"Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk
about his resurrection and power over sin and death."
"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and
reflect on God's creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events,
plays, concerts, and movies instead."
"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"
"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship,
involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled
consciences."
"Crowd their lives with so many good causes
they have no time to seek power from Jesus."
"Soon they will be working in their own
strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."
"It will work!" the demons boasted.
"It will work!"
"Whatever you do, do not let them share the
gospel, we will have more work to do if they evangelize." Lucifer
informed.
The black creatures set of for their mission. To
manipulate human's lives.
************
Azraya had left, saying it was nice to meet him and
hoped he had a good life and that God may bless him. Leon said the same back
and prayed for her in his mind.
The buildings still held onto their lights, never
letting go of their fluorescent energy. Shadows engrossed him as he walked on
the sturdy pavement. Litter rustled past, going into their own invisible bins.
The now early morning sent strikes of slumber to him. Leon didn't know where he
should sleep. The town was still bubbling with excitement in the tired night
and he didn't know where he should get accommodation. He hugged his arms and
breathed into his hands, rubbing them to keep warm as he walked.
Terry flew in front of him, also fatigued from the
night's events.
"So where do you want to sleep?" Terry
asked raising his eyebrow, peeking back at him.
"Anywhere. I would sleep anywhere right
now," Leon replied with a yawn escaping into the air.
He had no rest in Hell. It was ongoing torture. It
was a miracle that he actually had the opportunity to sleep.
Lights flickered on and off in a corner of the
street. A poor man with a grey hat and a withered coat lay in the freezing
cold, newspapers as his only mattress. A small blanket covered half of him, but
not showing any protection from the bullying wind. A tin can was placed between
his legs, only a quarter filled with money. A fringe of grey-white hair
disguised half the man's face. Smudges of dirt dotted on his face and hands.
Thin and starved did his body show; no food, no water did his life show. He
looked at Leon with a pleading note in his hazel eyes. Leon didn't have any
money therefore shook his head with a face of pity.
"Sorry, I don't have any money," Leon
said truthfully. Emptying his pockets to show evidence.
Money. Did that change too here? Was money
something you would die for? Was there not enough to go around?
The man pulled on a smile and moved to the wall a
bit and patted the place beside him.
"You can sleep here if you don't have anywhere
else to go," the man offered, with a strong American accent.
He's a poor guy and barely has anything, but still
he gives to the people in need? What has this world become?
Leon said a word of thanks and sat down beside the
beggar. The stone floor was cold against his back and legs and made him shiver.
The man noticing this pulled half of the brown blanket over Leon's legs, making
him adjust to the heat that was there before. He noticed with shock that the
man's right leg wasn't there, it was only a stump. Sympathy flooded him, but he
decided not to ask on the matter. Leon said thanks again and lay his head back
as he watched Terry fly downwards and lie on the blanket.
"If you get into trouble, just yell and I will
come rushing into your aid alright?" he said with a smile as he drifted of
to sleep.
Leon smiled quietly glancing down at the angel with
love.
"Alright, sleep tight my guardian angel,"
Leon whispered as he gazed back into the starry night.
A lot has happened. There seems to be no end on
this earth. Since when had it become so unclean? The sky is not clear. And the
grounds aren't kept to what it should be. Didn't God entrust the life of this
planet with us? It was like a t-rex trying to clap his hands, the world
couldn't reach that relationship between God and man. They weren't trying hard
enough.
"So, do you know about God?" Leon said
after a while to the man, who still wasn't asleep.
"I've heard about him, but surely he won't
look down on a lifeless person like me. He has a lot of other people to look
after," the man said sadly.
Leon was devastated.
How could he think that? The Lord is free to
everyone as long as they have faith in him.
"No he doesn't, you are a good man. As long as
you have faith in him and ask him for the things you need, he will give it to
you in his own way. He will definitely bless you and keep you for you are a man
with a good heart," Leon advised.
" I used to be in war, and now I'm just an
unwanted person on the streets. No one cares for me. And no one definitely will
want me." The man sighed in disappointment.
This man had been in war? If he was in war people
should respect him for his bravery not his wholeness.
"When all hope fails, there is always someone
who loves you and even if you can't see him, he still there for you. If you
talk to him and get closer to him, he will listen." Leon said confidently.
A conversation grew between them as they talked
about War, God and America. When the man seemed satisfied and when he said he
would give it a try, Leon's eyelids dominated over his eyes, sending him to a
deep, well-earned sleep.
My first half-day in New York, which was a place of
wonder. Thank you Lord for keeping me safe this night. Thank you to let me able
to spread your word. Tell me tomorrow of what I shall do. To fulfill this
mission that you have set me to do. Be with me this night; let your angel
protect me. Let America know of your name as well as your amazing grace. Let
your love flow through the air tonight and let this country know the truth.
Goodnight USA.
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