The voice whipped his mind like a whip lash across his bare back; the searing pain sent waves of agony throughout his entire being. Olu Longe knew he was not in his physical body; somehow he had entered a different realm through the waters he had been staring at.
Fool, I own you! Think you that the wealth and affluence of your lineage came at no cost? You and your generations past and future were covenanted to me by your ancestors in exchange for endless wealth and power, and you will do my bidding! The High Priestess is now under the protective custody of a Believer and you will seek her out and ensure he never has access to her again!
I will do as you say my Lord; replied Olu, thoroughly cowed by the pain and the terrifying presence of the one who towered above him.
The Being had two huge angry black eyes that dominated his face; and a gaping maw that had neither lips nor any teeth in it…just an open black hole. Its head was huge and it had a roughly human shape; except that where hands should have been, were huge paws with long and sharp claws, and its body was an elongated snake like torso that ended in two stumps which seemed to serve as its feet.
It hissed violently in anger, coiling and recoiling as it mind-spoke to Olu Longe. Olu bowed his head in terror at the heat of its anger.
He saw other Beings like it approaching all around him including from behind. He could see 360 degrees around him outside his physical form apparently. They came and formed concentric circles around him, chanting in a strange language, but gradually Olu slowly began to gain an understanding of their chants.
He is the High Priest
The one to provide the feast
The greatest and yet the least
The long awaited beast
They chanted the words over and over again as the circles tightened around him. He noticed that they all held short black knives that gleamed eerily and reflected even blacker shadows that flickered like candle light.
Then the first concentric circle thrust him through with their blades and faded out of sight to allow the second circle do the same till they all had thrust him through with their blades.
Olu felt pain beyond that which he could bear and watched a cold, dark black substance ooze out of his ethereal body as dizziness overcame him. The substance dripped into a huge chalice not unlike the black cauldron into which he had been staring before he left his body.
The High Priest has performed the first sacrifice! He has offered his substance! Drink, that you may lend him your power and might!
Olu did not hear the remaining words as he slowly regained consciousness in the store on his seat behind the black cauldron. He groaned in pain, feeling like a thousand needles had just pierced his body. He remembered everything and knew that he had passed through another Initiation…only this time; it was a mingling of his inner substance with the beings he had encountered…he knew this instinctively and immediately, his mind opened wide with the flooding in of new memories.
He remembered a past that he had never known…he saw that he was once a powerful High Priest…a shape shifter…a god to the ignorant…the one whom they had named the Beast!
He saw how he had terrorized villages in eons past as a shape shifting beast and devoured their children. He saw that he had returned in a new form but no less powerful…now he knew he had abilities he had never before remembered.
Olu created a mental image of a snake and slowly slithered to the ground as his body gradually lengthened into a long cylindrical shape and his arms and legs contracted with the agonizing sound of cracking bones till they were swallowed up by his elongated torso…now he knew where he came from…he was one of them…he was a demon…or perhaps he was just possessed by a legion of them.
He slithered under the door and slowly raised himself back into the stature of a man… he was satisfied…but his shape shifting abilities had also returned his voracious cravings and right now he craved the blood of a suckling child.
You do not need to be in your physical form to shape shift.
Olu greedily picked the beast that was uppermost in his mind…the animal instinct in him that most craved for baby blood…it was the wolf!
As the image became clear in his mind, so did he find himself leaving his body yet again but this time in the form of a wolf.
He moved beyond the speed of light through the twilight zone of the other realm, listening keenly for the sound of a wailing babe.
When he finally heard one, he sated his lust deeply and left the home with a silent child and its wailing mother in his wake.
He realized now that he was coming into his own…he was the High Priest of the Dark Kingdom, he was the god Moloch to whom children were sacrificed in ancient times…but more…he was Danakor…first among the Arch Demons!
He belched softly as he returned into his body and turned his attention towards his wife. Swiftly he scanned the mental images that flashed before the mental screen of his mind. They were vastly sharper and superior in quality to the faculty of imagination which like other mortals, he had once relied upon.
Now other faculties were open to him…he keyed into the image that showed her last known location with his spirit eyes and saw that she was in a church talking to some pastor. Beside her sat a man…that would be the Believer…he smiled and then began to laugh deeply…he was not surprised that his laughter was in a voice far deeper than any mortal voice could ever produce.
He toyed with the idea of going there in spirit but then he ‘remembered’ that just as he could see them, he could also hear them. Distance was no barrier in the realm of the spirit, for it did not operate based on the laws of space and time…it was an eternal dimension…an ever present now. It was the reason he could receive racial memories from generations past.
He watched his wife listen to the pastor; hanging on to his every word…he knew she would not return home. The Believer and the pastor would convince her not to…but he could always find her wherever she lodged, and she would probably lodge in some hotel.
It was the reason he was laughing so hard…there was no hiding place from him…he Danakor would find her and when he did; she would suffer the consequences of her disloyalty to the Dark Kingdom.
Danakor slowly faded into the background to allow Olu to resurface and continue with the mundane routine of his earthly life.
“The earth itself is a physical place, but the world is not. The terms ‘world’ and ‘earth’ have completely different meanings. Our Lord certainly made the distinction between ‘world’ and ‘earth’ when he said, “I have overcome the world” in John 16:33. It would be meaningless if he had said, ‘I have overcome the earth,’” said the pastor, after Muyiwa had introduced him to Kemi.
“The Strong’s Concordance first defines ‘World’ as ‘an apt and harmonious arrangement or constitution, order, government.’
“The Vines Expository Dictionary also defines it as: ‘in alienation from and opposition to God.’”
“That should not be surprising since the bible teaches in 1 John 5:19, that “the whole world lies in wickedness;” and James 4:4, “…know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? Whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. ”
“There are many things I would love to say about the world but perhaps the most important thing for now is that there is a god of this world, also known as the prince of this world and all those who love and are attached to the world and its things are firmly under his rule. That means that they belong to his kingdom irrespective of religion or creed.”
“John 14:30, Hereafter I will not talk much with you: for the prince of this world cometh, and hath nothing in me.”
“Again; 2CO 4:4 says; In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
“Clearly Christ is not the prince of this world, neither is he the god of this world, for he refers to them in the third person. They that belong to this world serve a different god; and they have been deceived into thinking that just because he is called Christ in churches means that it is the same Christ preached by the apostles. Yet in the book of Galatians, Paul warns against receiving a different gospel of Christ.”
“2CO 11:4 For if he that cometh preacheth another Jesus, whom we have not preached, or if ye receive another spirit, which ye have not received, or another gospel, which ye have not accepted, ye might well bear with him.”
“GA 1:6 I marvel that ye are so soon removed from him that called you into the grace of Christ unto another gospel”.
“That gospel is what is now currently being preached in churches all over the world today, deceiving millions of Christians into thinking they are in the Kingdom of God.”
“You have joined yourself to one who is high up in the hierarchy of the world and the kingdom of darkness, thus you have by proxy become a part of his kingdom.”
“2 Corinthians 6:14, 17 says; Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness? Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you.”
“There is an urgent need for you to break off whatever relationship you have with your husband quickly and renounce the works of darkness. But you can only do that after you have come into Christ. It is not enough to say you are born again. That phrase has lost all meaning with this generation. It is now merely a phrase that signifies that at one time or the other you have come out for an altar call or someone has led you to Christ.”
“Yet that is only the beginning of your life in Christ and most people stop short there because they are not taught how to live the life in Christ. All they know is to keep attending Church Services, thinking that they will grow simply by hearing the words preached from a pulpit; but it is all deception. You can only grow as you live the life of Christ.”
“GA 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
“Pastor I am ready to accept Christ as my Saviour,” said Kemi, kneeling down in front of the pastor.
“Hmm, I’m afraid it is not quite as simple as that. You see, the probable reason why you are so eager to come to the true Christ is because of fear. You are afraid of the beings that you have been seeing in your dreams; that they may come after you again and with perhaps intent to harm you. But you can never be sincere when fear is your motivation.”
“The bible says in 2Tim 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
“You are afraid; Mrs Longe and that is understandable; but if you come to Christ based on your fear then you haven’t yet understood what Christianity is about. Christ cannot save except he first becomes Lord of your life. The moment you accept his Lordship, he immediately becomes your saviour; and the moment you begin to live a lifestyle that denies his lordship; you automatically lose his power to save you in every circumstance. Do you understand the factors involved?”
Kemi Longe nodded her head. She understood that for the first time in her life, she was about to be genuinely born again. She also understood that her salvation was only valid as she submitted her entire life to the Lordship of Christ. It was a moment by moment dynamic relationship between her Lord and her.
When Muyiwa dropped her off at the hotel, Kemi felt like a burden had rolled off her chest. She sat on her bed and began to rejoice. Hitherto she had never understood the meaning of the word ‘rejoice’; but as she knelt beside her bed to thank Christ for saving her, she suddenly felt her heart sing in an inexplicable way. She knew it was joy…not happiness; for there was nothing happy about her situation.
She knew that she was under the protection of an all-powerful Being and none could pluck her out of his hand except herself!
Yet instead of praising and singing songs of thanksgiving, a strange language burst forth from her mouth all of a sudden. She didn’t understand it, but she knew that God was confirming something to her. She had been translated out of the kingdom of Darkness and into the Kingdom of Light!
Pelagon smiled down at her and wondered what she would do if her eyes were suddenly opened like Elisha’s servant and she saw the half dozen heavily armed warrior angels surrounding her bed. He and the others raised their swords heaven ward and joined in her praise of the King of kings!
The old man walked smartly to the TV and turned it off. He never watched it and had only brought it out for his granddaughters. The things he had seen in his life made TV very archaic in comparison.
At the age of 82, the old man was still as strong as a 40 year old and his back was still as straight as ever.
They had gone out for a stroll along with their step brother and that was good. Grandpa Falana (for that was what everyone called him); went into his bedroom and opened the flap that was under the rug in the centre of the room. He climbed down the stairs into his basement. No one had ever been there before, except himself.
This was where he did all his spiritual travelling and consolidated his power. It was where he met with powerful personages that visited him from time to time from the spirit realm.
No one knew who he really was or where he came from. Some said he had been part of the cursed village where the ghostly multitudes had come for their living kin and none of them had ever been seen again.
The truth was that chief Falana had been the most powerful witch doctor of all the surrounding eight tribes until he stumbled quite by accident on a secret which he had never shared with anyone except his beloved son, the late Dejo Falana.
He had created a binding that had trapped the spirit of a giant of old and through that giant he had gleaned the lost knowledge of the race that existed before the children of Adam were created; a world that had finally been torn apart by war after there had been a knowledge explosion.
The giant claimed that his father the mighty fallen angel Hodanga had taught him the things that he later taught the children of Adam. It was knowledge that perhaps would have been forbidden on earth had it been known. Chief Falana had practiced the secret knowledge for many years till he had perfected every aspect of it, and then had released the giant Azrael from his incarceration in the Portal between Worlds; but not before he had found a way to trap him again.
He had taught his young son Dejo lost arts that no other mortal on earth knew and with those arts his young son had succeeded in trapping the giant Azrael once more in the Portal between Worlds.
Azrael had been terrible in his anger and had sworn to destroy the seed of chief Falana forever. Somehow he had cursed the Falana family which had ended up in the tragedy that had befallen the two sons of chief Falana; but not before Dejo had created the Duality using the forgotten knowledge bequeathed to the giants by their fathers the fallen angels. Yet Azrael was still trapped in the Portal between Worlds and there was only one way he could be released. That was how chief Falana had designed the Binding that he had handed on to his son Dejo Falana; and now; his granddaughters too will be able to tap into that same knowledge that had been in the family for so long.
For it wasn’t knowledge that could be read in a book…it was knowledge that had to be transferred…it was the demon Azrael who had taught him how to transfer memories; and now he would do the same for his grandchildren…that was to be their initiation…the transfer of the memories of Azrael and his father…racial memories of the fallen angels from the moment they arrived on earth.
At first he had practised the transfer of memories by sending a few of his own to his late son Dejo; and then he had taught Dejo how to do the same for his children. It was the reason why some of Yomi’s memories were blocked; his father Dejo had blocked them by himself.
He hadn’t wanted Yomi to know his true heritage because he was a bastard son; so he had tapped into his friend Chief Longe’s memories with his permission of course and implanted a memory of chief Longe as his father.
In return, chief Longe had wanted in on the secret knowledge of the transference of memories. But it was not knowledge that could be learnt, it had to be transferred in the form of memories and chief Falana could not afford that knowledge getting out of the family. It was the knowledge that would keep his family far more powerful than any other warlock on earth; yes, even fallen angels would find him to be a formidable foe.
But when chief Longe had become troublesome, demanding that chief Falana fulfil his own side of the bargain and let him into the secret, chief Falana had had no choice but to oblige him…he implanted memories but deliberately neglected to transfer the safe guards required for human memory to contain and decode angelic memory…and so chief Longe ran mad and ran right into the path of a speeding truck…the rest was history.
Now, chief Falana had assembled his grandson and daughters here to prepare them for the greatest battle in the history of man, giant and fallen angel. The fallen angels wanted to introduce a super race of beings and their agenda was already underway…they were tagging it the evolution of mankind to the next level. Already there was technology they had already released to their mortal minions to create super powers…these had resulted in the creation of mutants.
They had first been introduced on the pages of comic books, but now they were a living reality walking among mortals unknown; awaiting the time of their manifestation to the world.
The demons knew this and had countered their move by possessing their minions and fusing their life energies and spirit bodies with their mortal minions so that whatever they could accomplish in spirit could also be accomplished in the flesh, in parody of the Word becoming flesh spoken of in ancient scriptures.
But both sides had overlooked chief Falana; or at least had underrated him. For the one person who could have exposed him, had been incarcerated in the Portal between Worlds and no one – angel or demon would ever think of looking for him there.
Now chief Falana was almost ready to introduce a third kind of being into the world. He had deceived the fallen angels whom he had befriended into thinking that he could fuse three spirits together but alas only two things could ever be joined together to make one…except for the true Trinity enthroned on high.
He knew he would eventually be destroyed by the wrath of the fallen angels when they realized their mistake in trusting him a mortal too much; but he didn’t care. He had fulfilled his destiny on earth…he had become a god and one that was even greater than the fallen who had come down to earth…what could be greater than that? Now he would elevate his children too and make them gods on earth.
As to his twin daughters Funmi and Funke, he had great plans for the Duality. They veiled a secret that they themselves did not know, for their memories were still locked.
Funmi Fallen was his ultimate weapon against the fallen angels…he chief Falana had implanted that name in their memories a long time ago and at the appropriate time had released it. It was unfortunate that he had under estimated Azrael’s powers even in his state of incarceration or else both his sons would not have died.
When the initiation of the Duality was completed, the two would become one indeed…for instead of one spirit in two bodies…there would be one spirit in one body…Funmi’s body would be transformed into the same flesh that fallen angels had created for themselves when they fell from heaven and mated with mortal women…flesh that parodied the glorified body that was said to be reserved for the followers of the Nazarene.
It would be flesh that could vanish and appear…flesh that was indestructible by any mortal or magical weapon; for it was immortal.
But no one knew that yet…it would be his last play on earth when he brought forth the Trinity…Funke, Funmi and the fallen angel’s body in which the Duality would live…together they were to become…Funmi Fallen!