"the stars of the sky fell to the earth…"

By Joseph Prado

*A short horror genre story that is a take on the origin’s of Islam and of the Prophet Muhammad who is Mura’t, his wife Aisha by her real name and of Lucifer the Deceiver who is in this story known as the Possessor.

Murat

      Winter in a sea of dunes, the irony of this bitter cold in a dry desert has always bothered me. The longer nights and shorter days has always made me feel like there was a shadow of darkness that laid over the land and over my spirit during the winter new moons. Tonight is the last night that I will gaze upon the land of my forefathers for tonight is the night that I am leaving this world behind. I have chosen to commit the most forbidden of sins, self death. As I close the door to my home I take a pause to look inside and my heart aches at what it used to hold but holds no longer. The tears build up one last time as I reflect. There was love once, there was once joy and laughter here but now all there is, is dread and torment. I close the door and turn my head and look upon the horizon of the night sky and see the dunes with flowing gusts of snow flakes climbing and falling then twirling into the darkness. I see the cliffs that surround the Northern portion of Mecca where I intend to go.

      It is the time of year that I dread most for all the reasons that could be had. It is the time of the crescent moon when all Seven of the gods of Arabia  are worshipped together in Mecca. The Seven gods of Arabia are served by the seven tribes of Arabia. Each divine one which came from Heaven to rule over us is soverign over one tribe. However in the heart of winter all the seven tribes arrive for the holiday of holidays, the dance of the Unknown God. It is a time for which never ending wars are paused for the sake of lust and gluttony and ultimately sacrifice. A truce of idols for the preservation of idolatry itself but most of all it is a time when kings and gods bow in worship to the 8th God of the Universe. The most holy and divine but never seen one. It is said he shall touch his feet upon the stone and come from clouds of the night sky. When he comes he shall rule the world forever and put the infidels under our feet and their children shall be dashed upon the stones. We all must take part in the dance of the Unknown God or risk his wrath. I say “What wrath?” and “What gods?” My eyes have never seen the gods. I have only seen their temples and their priests, ghosts of myth and legend.

      Tonight is the holiest of nights to our people. The prophecy has fortold that the Uknown God will appear to us and lead us in a holy jihad against the tribes of Abraham, the crucifixion Christians and all infidels. During the holiday our people come from every tribe in every corner of Arabia to kiss the stone upon which the Seven Lords first touched when they came from heaven. It is the holy black stone which was touched by all 7 gods who rule the world. The contact point between the divine and the carnal. We were all chosen to be the first followers of the holy ones. That is what we are taught as children. The saying of our peoples is chanted “We were chosen for war and are most clean when we are drenched in blood.” In our hearts we hunger for the infidel but in reality we eat only each other. The tribes devour one another in endless wars in the name of their own divine ones. Their banners go into battle carrying the images of their idols, the seven beasts of seven tribes. They are: The Dragon (the tribe of my home and the tribe that sits over Mecca), The Bear, The Jackal, The Owl, The Crow, The Snake and lastly The Boar. The beasts of the tribes are spirits which represent themselves in the actions of their people. If someone from afar moves and lives in the area of the tribe, it is said the spirit of those who dwell absorb the spirit of the tribe and they are as one and act as if lead by one voice, the voice of their divine beast.

Yet for me this cold is as frozen as my heart. Each gust of wind dragging flakes of snow is a torture of the soul. It has been but a few years since when in winter my beloved wife and daughter were taken from me. A feud of tribes waging war in the name of their gods. While I was away in this pointless war of carnage, the pieces of my soul were bound and severed one by one, their heads put on pikes. My wife and daughter gone from me in the name of waring gods. I cursed them that day, if I could hunt them down and bind them to hellfire, I would. I would burn all their temples and wipe their divine names from the world. During this time, I go to the mountains. I beg that they might fall on me but they do not. I beg the universe for a sword to strike the Gods of Arabia. I call out into the dark, even when my flame goes out from the biting wind that rushes in the entrance. I call out for a god killer, I call out for a god of gods and yet not once have I been visited. I put myself through the pain over and over. I would end the world if I could, I would trample all those who disobey me, would that I was a king. If I was a king of kings, if I was the lord of lords what might I do? Here I am again, one last time. In my own eyes and heart I feel as though I have sought more fiercly for any divine being than any man to live before me. I am faithful of the faithless, ruler of nothing. I am but poor in religion and favor. Outcast of outcasts. Tonight I am going to the cave to curse the gods and die. For maybe in death, in the anniliation of me, the gods may die with the death of memory. Nothing awaits me, and nothing is the only god killer that can truly avenge. For if we are not, then the gods are not.

      I light the flame to brighten the cave. As the sun goes down from the cave in the highest point of the mountain that overlooks Mecca, I watch them. Flames of a thousand torches circling the holy black stone. I take one last look upon the city and I dread that I ever lived, I dread the existence which surrounds me. The light and the dancing, laughter and drink. Merry to slaughter.

      It is time for the climax of the holiday, the dance is beginning. There are seven virgins which are bound and tied. Then they are dragged to the stone which I call death. They strip the girls, young enough to marry but also young enough to be unblemished. No girl ever goes willing, it is a cult of death the seven gods of murder. They put their heads to the stone, each limb held by a priest of a different god. And the one priest who is that year, the high priest, dressed in all black takes a blade, jagged but sharp and cuts across the first girl’s neck. The blood of the sacrifice is received in cups and is passed around to the priest of the seven divine ones. While the rest of her blood flows down upon the ground it is funneled out upon the crowd. With each girl the crowd rotates so that all may touch and taste the blood of the sacrifice. Once the 7th girl’s blood is touched and tasted they bring in the 7 animals, times 2 of each. Last is the goat, an 8th animal of sacrifice of which 5000 are slaughtered to the 8th god of the universe, the Unknown God. The blood of the 7 animals which represent the 7 gods of Arabia are touched and tasted by all. Then the blood of 5000 goats is poured out and spread upon the crowd so that all might bathe in it. They smear the blood of the goats over their faces to strip their bodies of identity and then they drink of the blood of the goats which is mixed with all the herbs of all the kingdoms, both safe and poison. There are some that might die and many that live but no one knows which is which when they take their cup. Husbands are no longer husbands to their wives and their wives walk away and mix into the crowd. For here and now there is only the lusts of the flesh.

      It starts when all have drinken of the mixture. As some lay dying in anguish, others are overtaken in ectasy and fantasy. Those who are dying writhe in agony and those who live have minds of another world altogether. This is to represent the elements of life given by the seven lords of the universe. That they have chosen that some might die and others live but all serve the seven and the seven serve the Eighth and Unknown One. I have never been a faithful and have never partaken of the holiday or its orgy of death. I would strike the world for my beloved and yet the world has striken me. One last glance, disgust.

      I spit out of the cave and speak a curse into the wind, “I am become divine, I am become this Eighth God, I curse the 7 abominations to oblivion, I curse myself as the blackest night of doom to all the kingdoms of men, may I drown them upon the waters of my spirit, I will become the only god.” And my words were lifted upon the wind echoing upon the smallest snowflakes.

As I turned my head back upon the cave there appeared one standing in the back beyond the flame. Off to the side I saw no features upon him, no face no eyes no reflection or fold of clothe. I saw him and he saw me. In that moment we knew each other or knew of each other and yet his body had no eyes to look upon. As I stepped closer I asked “Who is there?” Or at least I thought I did but maybe I did not. I said nothing and he said nothing. And then as I took one more step, the world unraveled before me and I woke in a dream. I was in my childhood home. I woke in the night and went out of my room to find my father but there was a woman upon the grounded sofa. She appeared as a servant of the Christians, a cult of death which originated from Jerusalem. If gods must die, then surely they are to die in Jersualem, the cult of cults, the synagoge of satan and birthplace of the crucifixion worshipping christians. Would that Jerusalem would be the hell of my enemies.

      As I approached her she spoke no words, her face was that of a man it seemed but her dress was that of a woman priestess. Before a thought could be had she seized my arm and in a moment I was changed. I was overcome by something like a warm blanket called fury. I raged in my heart of hearts and felt the goodness of anger. A cleansing fire not drenched in fear like the anger of men, but drenched in divinity and surety of purpose. I let it take me for I knew it to be holy, I led it hold and soothe me. It was the best and highest form of being and yet, I pulled away from it. And I awoke again in my childhood home, this time I walked into the reclining room and she was not there, or I should say he. For all of his properties were lies, he dressed as a woman but yet he was a man, he was dressed as a priestess but in his heart was murder. I wondered why then was his touch heaven? Maybe black is bright and light is wicked, maybe lies are truths and truths are but lies. Maybe I have begun to question myself and my desire. I walked into my father’s room and as I reached out to touch him the priestest was there, though I did not see his image, I felt his grip upon my right arm. Again I was taken away by the touch, I felt it upon my arm and how can a curse be lifted? How can a touch be undone? I let myself love it, for a moment of sin was never lethal. One touch, one orgy of the soul, surely I will let him feel me, let him in, just for a moment. As the joy of my rage grew, my spirit collapsed in rebellion and I pulled away.

      I wept and asked myself “When has a god ever touched me? when has a god ever visited me?! When has a god not abandoned me?” My soul weeps, it is a prison of hatred and it is a lake of fire upon my heart. It was not heaven but it was holy. I heard something within me, but was it even there? I heard an echo that bounced for eternity but silence is raging all around me. I heard the smallest of voices in the void say, “Be as me, a god”.

The Possessor

At the dawn of all beginnings I was there. I was the first of your angels and second born only to the Prince of Eternity. I stepped out into light and was first witness to God the Triune Crown. As you were three, I was four and then there were more. Angels beyond number, everywhere you could see there were angels worshipping the Crown. Though I was greatest and brightest yet there were the others, stealing your affection, diming the light of my brightness with each of these your creations. You made me with equals, you surrounded me with each one superior in a different aspect of service to you. But I was the first! I was the best! For I invented worship of the Crown, I was the first servant of heaven. And now, I have equals and my light is but a candle, for at birth I was the blazing sunrise. But you will make of me a star that falls. Finally, the abomination that causes everlasting desolation. You desired to make a “people” higher even than the angels. You spoke the words that flamed the fire of my fury and then you call yourself burned!

Now, a people in the image of the King of heaven and even a bride for His Son the Prince! I protested to the Prince, an attempt to divide the Triune Crown but the faithful Son would only ever serve His father. So I decided to do a thing, to invent something not made by God. I created a will of my own and they called it “Lie”. There amoungst my equals the servants of the Crown before the very throne of God I spoke aloud, Abomination! Evil became me, instantly I felt the holy touch of fury. I felt and thought aloud, “I have become equal to God for I have created a thing!”. If I was equal I was God, my throne will be a dominon forever. As my heart raged I touched the angel standing to my right and the one to my left and with a whisper but then with a shreak of a cry we screamed Abomination! They then became as me, for I gave birth to possession.

The King of Heaven

You mother of wickedness and father of evil, you are forever pregnant with lies. You are the serpent of Earth and Dragon of Heaven.  I created you and set you higher then all the angels. For it was you who was chief of the day, you were the sunrise of praise and arcitech of worship. You were born the prince of zeal, the banner carrier of heaven. You were witness to an age without end but jealousy was your firstborn child. Your zeal for the crown  of Heaven became a zeal for yourself. Your light never dimmed and your status never changed, but your spirit has changed, you have created for yourself evil. If your light was dim it was from the perspective of your heart and not your eyes. Your love grew cold, you became the maker of evil, owner of sin, you are the house of rebellion and you will be the fuel to my burning wrath forever.

The Possessor     

Blackest of hearts melted within us and it was as a flash like lightening shot across the heavens and all the hosts of heaven became aware of what I had done. Angel touched another and another and in the moment of a single instant, a third of heaven fell. We were treaded down upon by the words of God. As the King spoke aloud the words of this new creation we were mixed into something or somewhere else all together. We were falling from the light into something like infinite blackness and as we looked above the light was being sealed and all we saw was the Prince of Heaven. His sword in hand but the Prince did not stay in heaven. He did not merely banish us from the King’s presence. Instead he was following us into this oblivion but why? The light sealed behind Him and we all fell down into nothingness. I thought, “Why has the Prince of Heaven followed us”.

      I had a thought and it passed but what was that? And again, what was that? It was time being stretched upon us, I knew it was the King’s inescapable prison, the home of our rebellion. Our chains have now become all the ways of time. In terms of time, our spirits were poured upon again and again, it was 14.5 billion years in a reality without form. We lived upon the threads of this creation waiting for a time of judgment to come but it did not. There was a light that flashed from one end of the oblivion to the other and I heard the voice of the King of Heaven say “Let there be light” and the angel Jabriel’s voice proclaimed a thing called “Gospel”.

      I saw the atoms form, I saw a new reality given birth to. I saw lights begin to appear and then they were many, innumerable beyond count. I saw the first lights which He calls stars in their cradles and then planets in their orbits. This was an abyss, a place beneath heaven without hope of salvation. The abyss was not one but it was infinite it seemed. It was always changing as if nothing was solid, but all things there were mere possibilities. We were trapped in the very mind of God neither existing or gone. The one constant was the bars of this hell, the bars of thoughts that mount, one upon another. These the bars of our time, he has created for us a hell. We drifted in the winds of this reality but were never landing. Never meeting another, never speaking a word. We drifted on and on without hope until our beings were no longer beings. We were no longer angels but we were something else.

       Then I saw it. A thing called man and I took upon what I thought was form. I saw the Prince walking with the one he called Adam. In an instant I knew the mystery of my inquity, the prize called sin. I was rage become, I was death and destruction and I was all evil and I am god become king of this, his reality, this cradle of all I hate! God has made us and trapped us in his creation. If the Prince is to have a bride I will have her head! I will drain his spirit and trap her in my forever. I will make them taste annihilation, the obliteration of existence and for the second time I created a thing, to blacken the birth, to poison the mother of this, his so called “world”. When she lives I will see her die and as she looked upon me, behold the Prince was gone from His garden.

      She said “Who is there?” Or did she? Not aloud, but she saw me and I saw her. We said nothing but to her I was stripped of light and form. I was naked and I was black as night, void of depth and presence. As she stepped closer I grabbed her arm but not in form, I visited her mind as in a dream and there only did I speak, I said “Did God really say do not eat of the fruit of the tree of good and evil?” A second creation to mock the king of heaven. “Surely God does not want you to become like Him, you can eat of the fruit and be as God’s equal.” I touched her with the poison of a lie and she became as me, consumed by sin in the flash of a single moment. Without doing it, but in the spirit she reached out and touched the one called Adam and she said “Eat, for it is good.” and he ate. Adam also became consumed by sin as she was.

      The joy of my rage was for an instant. The Prince’s purpose was revealed when He spoke out in the garden. I thought “Surely God will curse His creation and abandon them to oblivion as he had done with us His bright and mighty ones.” But he spoke as a man himself and walked as a man himself in the midst of the Garden. The Prince called out, “Adam, where are you?” Even still?? Though touched by sin, though children of the dark and victims of my possession!? The Prince of Heaven has still stayed by their side. Abomination of Abominations!

I cursed the Prince and the Prince cursed me. As He spoke I became a snake, a creature of the ground, incarnate serpent. I let go of the snake and again drifted upon the winds of spirit and from that moment on I possessed and have devoured every child of Adam. While they are even in their mothers womb, I begin my whispers, my small possessions of the heart.

Out of the wind he called my name and I was there, transformed again now as a serpent but I was in a different garden of olive trees. It was one called Gethsedeme and a man was there praying, the one they call Messiah. I attempted to tempt the man from his righteousness but his spirit was pure as alabaster, this man I vowed to kill. They call him Messiah but He calls Himself God. I thought of all things god bowing to god, the procession of abominations from these creatures of His. What this Messiah does not know, I have possessed one of his very own to kill his very body that I might drink of his flawless soul. Why wait I thought and I came upon him, I struck his heel with the venom of death and as He struck my head with his foot I heard within me His voice, it was that of the Prince of Heaven. It was then I knew the one they call Messiah was the incarnation of the Prince of Heaven. The fool has become always faithful even to the faithless. This purpose for following us into this His ‘creation’. I could hear a voice that echoed forever, behold the Son of God, come to take away the Sins of the World.

As soon as I was in spirit, I was upon the winds once again. Then I saw Him. The prince of Heaven, coming to take away the sins of the world. I watched as they brought him before the crowd and I whispered a thousand whispers which touched them all one by one. “We Choose Barnabas!” “We Choose Barnabas!” Then upon the winds of spirit I touched the Priest who touched another and another, as I whispered, we spoke together, Crucify Him!

I have won the victors crown, I have defeated the crown prince of everlasting. If we are to be judged, if we are to be lost in oblivion, then so will the Triune Crown. So will every creature in creation and so will every angel, lost forever and ever. I am become keeper of the keys, thief in the night and lion of the day. I have pierced the Son with venom and the spear. I mock Heaven’s throne, I mock the Triune divine ones, I mock the elders upon the thrones. I will remove every crown from every head and destroy every throne and every place of rest. All homes will burn, all kingdoms will fall, I will unite things above and things below, all will be hellfire, charcoal of my wrath forever.

Murat

As soon as a dream begins it is over, but this was more than a dream. I opened my eyes and there I was in the cave once more. I looked back across the flame to the one who was all black and featureless and the blackness receded like the dawn of day. As the darkness faded from Him a brilliant light shown all around. It was the brightness of a star in the middle of the day standing right before me. Then illusion gave birth to sight, I saw him with all clarity. He was beauty incarnant, he was divine and light and all the things that this world is not. He appeared handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes, with snow white wings upon his back.

I fell upon my knees in sheer terror of my reality being pulled back. It was as if the soul of my understanding was an animal being skinned alive. Upon my knees with my head in the dirt I looked up again at the god before me. A divine one, a holy one. While the world danced and worshipped what they could never see, I saw him. Although I had wanted to kill all gods, I now wanted to become one. Immediately I began speaking and praising, “I worship thee Holy Divine One, have mercy on the ignorance of my hatred and the futility of my mind, I am but a man and I swallow the curses I declared.”

He spoke “Be Silent, only read”. I spoke again “But lord I have never had the ability to read. I was from a poor family with no need of such education.” Then He leaped forward and grabbed me by my right arm and his eyes pierced me with their vision and I saw it appear. Upon the movement of the flames of my cave’s fire, I saw words flowing and I heard again the sharp voice of the divine one, louder with the hiss of violent strength yelling, “READ!”

I looked at the flames and the movement of the words across them. I looked at the letters carved upon them and the letters became images. I saw at first riches upon riches and I saw myself on a throne. I saw wives at my side, some young as children themselves. I saw visions of war and violence but also of peace. I saw Kingdoms falling one after another, the walls being smashed and the people being slaughtered. Then I saw it, a golden book and people worshipping on their knees. I saw Mecca grand and my people great. I saw the statues fall and the places of worship melt before me. I saw the Seven gods of Arabia fade away to be replaced with one true god, a god for which there is no statue, not even an image. Then I saw again the golden book with letters carved on its cover and for the first time I read, for it said “Recite Me.”

The book became more than a vision. I watched as it slowly came out of the flame and floated toward me. I reached out to touch it but it was as hot as the flames of fire and it scorched my hand. I said to the divine one with a voice of agony, “What is it my LORD?” He spoke again “From this book we will burn the palaces of heaven, from this book we will melt the kingdoms of the world, from this book I will become the only god that is worshipped in heaven and on earth. I will become the one divine. You shall take it and watch the world unravel before you. You will be my messenger, my one and only messenger. You will unite religion under one crown, my crown. You will banish idols from the land of mankind and most of all the idol of the King of Heaven. This is the message of my religion, you shall it ‘Submission’.”

Then I asked, “Forgive me my Lord but when the peoples ask, what shall I say was your name, the name of our god?” He said, “Tell them I was but an angel and that my name is Jabriel, and tell them the name of the one true god is Allah.” For from your peoples and your language shall we poison His good news with lies. We will have all the appearence of truth but we will be drenched in treachery. We will let them have a Prophet but we will rob them of this so called ‘Messiah’ and of His heavenly orgins. Truth is whatever speaks loudest. The knife of my victory will pierce Him more true than the spear that pierced His dead heart. From your peoples and my religion we will bring forth my very own champion. For until now I have possessed only in the spirit of persuasian but then at the proper time of my choosing I shall I possess in the flesh as He has possessed in the flesh.

Murat

I speak but only in my mind, I saw the visions in the flame, I saw myself upon the throne of Arabia and my descendants after me. I saw many wives and many children, riches and blessings without measure seemingly without end. But behold, I am but one man. How can I who am so drained of life that I swim in an endless sea of apathy, be of any use or of any power to a god such as you? I am shaking and sweating in confusion and fear, have I died already? Am I sure that I am here at all? Who is this king of heaven that you hate, and why should he be my enemy?

As I lift my head and open my eyes he takes he whispers in my ear “Do you want to see why we hate the king of heaven?” His voice is deep but his whisper is that of a hiss. I reply “Yes my lord” And he lifts me up into the air of the night sky, above the mountains and the cave. The night turns to day and the sun and moon and sky rotate in a blur and we are now above my home but the day is a different day, we are in a different time. As we arrive down upon the dirt the time changes again. I could see people moving but as shadows and blurs here and there and gone and then I saw it and I knew what day this was. The sky was black with smoke, fires were rising from many homes and people were fleeing in the streets. No. No. No, as I turn and look at the divine one he says “Go and see”, I open the door to my home and I see the apocalypse of my heart, catastrophe. I drop to my knees and sob. I hear the whispers of their screams echoing through the winds of time and I weep until my wailing has defeated me.

He spoke then with a calmness this time, “See now, why we must triumph over him? Can you see what he does to the children of men? For he has made this world and everything in it but I came to save the world from him and his wrath.”

 I wipe the dirt and tears from my face. Still on my knees I look up to see his face, the face of an Angel. I finally gather the strength and bravery to stand again on my feet. I think of how I did not have the appetite for life itself and now I stand in a war between between gods. When I wanted to take my life, a god now demands me to live. But I have no appetite for wars even among the gods, I have no appetite any longer for vengence and wrath for I am barren of resolve and I am pregnant with desolation.

I gather the courage to request an end. I say to the Divine One, I have no hunger for life or war or vengenece any longer. For I am shattered across time, irreparable. I can be no prophet and I claim no part in any war. Let me die now and escape this hell..

The Possessor

Oh Murat, you have no comprehension of hell. For I am it’s longest host, my name is scratched into every crevice, for a moment in hell is as an eternity, for even when I am here I am there and there will I always be if the King of Heaven would have his way.

Murat

We are but men and not eternal, for what hell is there after my flesh is gone from this world? The holy one looked away and down, he said “Pledge to me your soul and I will take you to your wife, where the King of Heaven has sent her.”

I replied ” What soul do I have left? I have seen my soul die, take my soul and may I find another”

As soon as the words had left my mouth I turned to see him. He lifted his head slowly looking straight up. I watched as the twinkle in his eyes changed to blackness. I began to see his aura was diminishing, the warmth of his glow began to appear cold and the light was receding from the outside of his body to the middle in. Just as he was revealed in light, now he is revealed in darkness. I saw his true image for the first time and my heart turned to wax within me. He was as black as night, his skin was that of a snake with scales, on his head were two curved horns like that of a goat. His eyes were red like the color of blood. Where his wings were once white and glorious he had only frail bones of wings and whatever feather remained was drenched in total blackness.

“Behold Murat, I am the abomination of desolation, I am what HE made me, I have showed you what I was so that you may see what HE does, now I will show you where the King of Heaven has sent your wife, where he intends to send all of mankind.”

He leaped forward, as a predator devouring prey he took hold of me, he ripped my spirit from my body and as we sank I saw my body fall to the ground. We sank and sank in total darkness until finally we reached it. We broke through a barrier and were floating in a gigantic chamber, it was a lake of fire without end. I looked in every direction and I saw no walls, no limit or end. In that moment I was bombarded by the cacophony of screams coming from every direction, pounding down on me. I could feel the souls through their screams and every pain seemed to weigh on me more and more, an all consuming devouring pit of despair and agony. If this was the atmosphere of hell, I begged the possessor, “Please get me out of here. I will do anything!” I screamed in agony. The possessor said nothing but he lifted his arm up slowly as if lifting an invisible weight. Through the pounding of the screams and pain I saw her, my wife rising from the lake of fire, her flesh emerging melted, charred and as she was floating towards us, her flesh became not consumed and resumed its normal appearance but her screams did not stop. Though we could see no fire, she appeared consumed by it still.

I yelled for her, “Aisha! Aisha!” Even as I myself was screaming in agony having not yet been touched by the flames, “Aisha!” As my heart is torn inside out. “Aisha!” As I drain my body of tears, “Aisha!” As I reach but can go no closer. I yell to the possessor, “Please rescue her! End her pain! I will do anything!” And the deafening sound was replaced with complete silence.

I open my eyes and we are in the cave once more, the divine one appears bright and glorious once again. I pull back and attempt to run but he lifts his hand and grabs hold of me with nothing but the wind. He began to speak, “I have your soul, the King of Heaven has your wife, now become my prophet and I will make you keeper of the keys of My Kingdom. Through you, we will overthrow all dominon.”

Murat

What must I do?

“Stick out your right arm with the palm of your hand facing up.” As I did the golden book was opened up beneath my outstretched arm. The possessor handed me a knife, black handle and blade, sharp but jagged.

The possessor said “Read.”  I grabbed the knife and holding it up I began to read from the book a language I did not know, I was overcome by the words, they made me move and my thoughts were not all my thoughts, I heard from within me “Cut” and I cut the wrist of my right arm and blood poured upon the golden book. The possessor said “And this is my covenant with you, that I take your body and your soul.” My thoughts struggling to grasp or even catch hold of what he had said I began to feel woozy, “At least this is it,” I thought, “No more of wars and gods.” With what may be my last ounce of strength I focused my eyes upon the possessor, for he had dissolved into a fluid blacker than any oil and his fluid crawled up the book and mixed with my blood. I watched as the blackness overtook the blood and began to make it’s way into my wound. And from within me I heard the Possessors voice, “By these wounds you are killed, but your death is mine, your body is now mine.” And then there was darkness…

The King of Heaven

The book of the Judge of Heaven was closed and with a loud voice the King spoke. “For this is the testimony of the blasphamies and heresy of Murat the Messenger of Satan, the Possessor of the Children of mankind and of angels. You are Lucifer the Deceiver, the Father of Lies and inventor of evil. For you Murat, child of hate and apathy, prophet of evil, your home is the home of idolotry and wickedness. You play the victim of genocide but was it not you also who killed your hundreds? Did you not butcher in war as you have been butchered? Did your sword not murder many messengers of the Messiah? Did you not hunt down the bloodline of the Prince of Peace and Heaven? Did you not curse the king of heaven with your very own tongue? Yes, you did all these things and many more. You claim apathy as a defense but your apathy is but hatred covered over. Did it not take an apocaplyse of the heart to get your heart to feel? You feel best in hatred because your heart loves best revenge. You claim as your defense also possession, but did you not love his touch? Was the touch of the wicked one heaven to you? Did you orgy with the soul of the demonic? For you have mated yourself with the King of Demons and surrendered to him your very soul. For if you share with the spirits of evil, you yourself have become evil. You are one with the Fallen, guilty of the very same rebellion. Your punishment will be everlasting. For you the False Prophet, and you the Beast of Heaven and Earth, I sentence you both to the eternal lake of fire. Behind you and with you shall be all who share in your Possession of Sin. For you, man, although given the gift of Salvation have loved Sin more. And you, fallen of the Angels who were created in light, you shall have darkness everlasting. The very pit of Hell for which the flames are all night. There will be no escape of death, there will be no hope of escape, no love, no faith but only misery without end. Your home will be the furnace of my wrath, and with you, Sin itself shall die. Possession will be no more. For in hell the Prince has victory, the Faithful Son shall seal the door to eternity. He has plucked many from the fires before, but now nevermore.”

The King of Heaven spoke again “May the gates of hell be sealed forever and ever without end from everlasting to everlasting.” And the gate of Hell was sealed by the Prince.

The End.