queenitee:
Yeah, Stella is free. I feel overwhelmed with tears.
Gladys, *sighs* God will help.

could it be that easy?

dimssy:

could it be that easy?

No, it can't but she has sure taken the first step to Salvation and with Jesus, it's sure she's gonna conquer *hugs*

queenitee:

No, it can't but she has sure taken the first step to Salvation and with Jesus, it's sure she's gonna conquer *hugs*

You're so emotional about this

dimssy:


You're so emotional about this

Lol, am I? I guess I'm just too happy. Look at it this way, if Stella should get totally saved and she tells her story to people, imagine the number of lives that would get saved

dimssy:

could it be that easy?

It can. That's the essence of the story. Salvation is not compulsorily altar. In the course of writing this book, I read reports of some ways some witches got saved. We feel it's too easy because of our human nature...

Fazemood:
Weeeh! Oh Lord Jesus, I thank you for Stella, thank you for being a loving darling Father. Thank you in Jesus name.

Best episode ever...Satan is a liar... wow!

Hallelujah.. Whewww

queenitee:
Yeah, Stella is free. I feel overwhelmed with tears.
Gladys, *sighs* God will help.

Amen oo

Divepen1:
It can. That's the essence of the story. Salvation is not compulsorily altar. In the course of writing this book, I read reports of some ways some witches got saved. We feel it's too easy because of our human nature...

I understand your point manh..
You're right.

queenitee:

Lol, am I? I guess I'm just too happy. Look at it this way, if Stella should get totally saved and she tells her story to people, imagine the number of lives that would get saved

A whole lot I must say, having lived 950 years in satan's service, she'd be a great tool in the service of Christ. She will be another st. Paul.

Chapter 14
The Culture of the Other Side
Gladys kept jotting down on her book of spells as she concentrated on the movie about Wicca. When Stella made her get the books, Gladys had done so religiously because she was popular for her retentive memory. However, she understood how much she could do with the book. She saw the activities of some of the witches in her church on Wednesday. They were crude and reckless. If she had her way, she would have made sure they never operated in Black Town anymore till they were schooled in the knowledge of evil.
Gladys began watching the movie after ensuring that crazy man was gone. She didn't know what made him think she would help him. Even when she was a Christian, she had her limit to those she helped. There were things that should be done.
At that point, she remembered she hadn't done an incantation Stella taught her the previous day. Stella was stricter than any lecturer she had ever encountered. She had a perfect, crazy punishment for every offense. Gladys hurriedly got up and went to get candles. Stella had warned her to always hold a weapon to protect herself because this was the most trying times for her. The aura had been emitted into the atmosphere that she was soon to be something great. She claimed that people weren't after her when she was powerless, but now, they would go to any length to bring her down. So, she pocketed a small knife as she winked at her bottles of herbs. They were neatly arranged alphabetically and the sight of them gladdened her heart. She was a regular user before, and now, she would become an obsessive user because she noticed Stella and various websites online recommended them to her. It was as if everything in the world was preparing for this moment of her life, and she wouldn't throw it into the ditch. Instead, she would embrace it like a blanket in the cold.
Upon getting outside, she met Mrs. Jones, Elizabeth's mum.
'Miss. G', Mrs. Jones said. After getting that name from Elizabeth, all her neighbors had taken to calling her the nickname. Mrs. Jones was also going out of the compound. She wore a knotted crop peach T-shirt on a crazy Jeans trouser, which suited her slender body frame, and had a pink sunshade on. At a first glance, one would never assume she was married, especially with her sultry look.
'Mrs. Jones. Good evening'.
'You've been a bad bad girl, and I wonder how you bribed Elizabeth'.
She looked astounded. 'How? My sweet Elizabeth. What did I do wrong?'
'Where were you some weeks before? She even made me call your cell phone, and I even wanted to go as far as reporting to the police until she gave me one Mrs. Stella's number, who told me you traveled home'.
'Oh Yes, my mum was sick, and I returned the following week'.
'My God! How's is she now?'
For every statement Mrs. Jones gave, she always had a perfect lie to suit it. When they got to the gate, she scolded the gateman and told him to never direct people to her place without proper identification. Mrs. Jones garnished him with an insult or two before they departed at a corner of the end of the estate she resided. The moment she was alone, she felt a strange body following her. She would have tried astral projecting, but Stella had warned her against astral projection that it would make her look older before time. And because of this, many African and American witches became old before time. If she wanted to be a better witch, still beautiful and acceptable by Lucifer, she had to maintain her beauty.
Seeing this, she moved onward, passing the shop she had the intention of buying her candles from. She had ordered for bigger, colorful ones online. But before their arrival, she had to get some of them right now, and the only place she could get it was from those traders who sold wares for members of Celestial Church of Christ or Cherubim and Seraphim.
Immediately she turned to a corner, she hid. Even if she wasn't as strong or as fast as Stella she had been undergoing a little taekwondo training that would help her surmount whatever opposition that headed her way. Stella had told her that demons can be funny. They pushed witches to be desirous of taking others' lives, and if she let down her guard, she would be a scapegoat to the others. Gladys clutched the knife firmly, hoping to have her first taste of personal killing. Probably that would give her access to more power.
Suddenly the lanky obnoxious man, who came banging on her door, lamenting about his missing dead friends, sneaked into the corner. She watched him sneak past and peep. She didn't care if she would astral project or something, but there was a need to make him pay for stalking her. She pulled him from behind and placed the blade of the knife on his neck.
He struggled a bit but loosened up when he felt the blade knife on his neck.
'Why are you following me?'
The man stiffened as he heard her voice. 'Please. My friends'.
'What happened to them? I told you I didn't see them'.
'They entered. They entered the place. Miss, you need to understand my plea. They entered. Even if the son of the soil was drunk, he would remember what he saw. I was the watch. We went to steal. I'm not proud of it, but I was with them. So I was sure'.
She detested people like this, who were hungry to die. They were moths and were always carelessly roaming places they would be crushed. If this man had a discerning spirit even from God or Satan, he would have deciphered that something terrible had happened to his friends, and that there was no way he could get them back, get revenge for them.
She released her clutch and dialed Stella's number to know where she was. Stella informed her that she had left home on an urgent business. 'Okay. I have a spare key to her house. We can enter before she comes'.
The man spun excitedly. 'Thank you'.
'We will search the house together. What if they ran away? Have you considered that they might have absconded?'
' Miss Aunty They can't run away. We needed the money to care for the mother of one of us. For Gerald'.
She was tired of learning the basics, she needed more power and ability. All the books she had scavenged over the net would play out themselves through her hands that night, and Stella would be perplexed at her dexterity. That was the opportunity she needed. Stella had made her do some crazy stuffs together with her; therefore, she wouldn't object to her first practical class.
She guided the man through the gate of the house. Not just anybody could open the door of the house. Stella had done it that she was the only one able to enter or until she allowed anyone enter the compound, there was no way they would have access to the house. However, ever since Gladys began to enter the house, Stella made her cut herself and drop some of her blood at the doorpost, that would give her access to the house whenever she wanted.
So when they got to the house, she pretended to be on the watch-out for Stella. She let him into the house and pretended to search for anything that could implicate her. In the process, she stumbled on an old man, who was deeply in sleep in Stella's house.
Quickly, she muttered a sleeping curse, the first lessons she learnt. She said,' in a deep sleep ye shall be, remembering not what I hide from thee Magic work let this be, Let this spell work for me'.
She hurried out of the room, and stared into the inquisitive eyes of the lanky man, who would soon be a sacrificial lamb. She shook her head to his dismay, and they proceeded to battle with the locks of the rooms. The man couldn't open any of the rooms until she took turns to open them. Most times, while pretending to pick a lock, she used some of the door unlocking spells she learnt by rote method online to open the door.
They kept searching the massive buildings until they stumbled on the door of the power room, the underground room. The energy that exuded from that room enlarge her head, and hair rise on her body. The room was oddly smelling nice. Stella had a knack for keeping things clean, and she felt the only way she could enjoy her immortal body was to keep it excessively neat.
'Do you see light anywhere?' The man whispered.
'No' she said imitating his fearful whisper. 'Search around'.
'I'll use phone torchlight'.
Although she wasn't all that accustomed to the room, she still had a bit of idea of where he might be. As he fiddled with the phone, and his phone rang.
'Silence the phone', she scolded and placed her hands on the switch.
He picked the call regardless of Gladys' pretentious call for silence. So, she had to stay her hand. There wouldn't be any fun in making aware of where he was when he was still receiving a call.
'Hello. What? He didn't run away. We're still looking for money. No. What? That's a lie. No. That's a lie. She can't die', he yelled.
'What's that?' She asked impatiently.
'She is dead. Gerald's mother is dead', he wailed for a while and sniffed for a prolonged second. 'Ah! We must find his body. His death can't be in vain. Son of the soil wouldn't accept that. I will'
'I found a switch', she said, smiled cruelly and switched on the light. He was already siting on the ground, with his back to the place she wanted him to see. She screamed, pretending to be surprised. The man turned also and screamed as he saw what laid before him.
'Where are we?'
'That's Nnamdi. That's his head'.
He rushed to the washed corpse of his friends, and growled as he tugged at their body. Stella would have dumped them in the hole, but she had preserved them for lessons for Gladys. She claimed they didn't really need to have a fresh kill before Gladys learnt what she needed to know.
When she was sure he was engrossed in his grieving, Gladys looked about, grabbed an ax, slowly walked to him, and hoped she was doing the right thing. There were various ways of getting power. She could still go back to God, and not face the trauma of being a killer. But she couldn't easily forget the rawness in the power Stella wielded that Friday night, in controlling that demon that possessed her and those that tortured. She moved slowly to him, and with an open-eye, took a clean swipe at his head; she decapitated him.
At first, she stared at his headless body. She wanted that ax to knock him unconscious, injuring him a bit. She never knew it would be that sharp. His headless body flustered. Though uncanny, she felt excited about it. A regular feeling, according to the internet was that she would feel numb. But her excitement wasn't one of the things that were recorded as what she should experience on her first kill. Was her conscience that dead? Conscience be damned.
Although Stella informed her that the demons in her would make her feel excited about anything she did, she wasn't bothered. She had never imagined it would be as perfect as this. She laid him on the ground and watched with ecstasy as his body vibrated. She should feel disgusted, but everything looked amazing. There wasn't any chance she wouldn't give in to the temptation of using the blood of this man for the incantation. She would use everything in the room to serve her purpose.
She searched the house for a note to jot down the results she would get. She touched her ear, and smiled that she no longer had a reason to use her earring aid. Then, she glanced at the blood oozing on the floor, and jot down things she would need to start the process.

Next pls... Quickly sir

Hmmm

Nice

Fazemood:
Next pls... Quickly sir

Yes sir

shyanaa:
Nice

Thanks

queenitee:
Hmmm

Hmmm naa ni

Chapter 15
Cutting The Last Rope
Japheth was so engrossed in his worry that he didn't see Stella walk up to him. There was no way Alexis would suddenly be hungry for God's word. She was definitely having an ulterior motive, and he wouldn't fall for her deception.
'Japheth, how is she?' Stella asked.
She had this unusual joy about her. Her joy exuded in her gaits and that made him wonder why she was that ecstatic.
'She is stabilizing'.
'What happened? As in why do you think she was doing that?'
'I don't know. But I think I need prayers'.
She nodded. 'Jesus can do all things.'
'Yes'.
'He can do all things. Can I see her now?'
'Yes, but she is sleeping'.
He led the way to the sleeping Alexis. Mirabel had helped him remove his stained singlet, and had gotten him a lab coat to cover himself. After saying a little prayer, Stella led the way outside.
'I thought I would stay late but I have to quickly get home to do something. My father is around, and I think he has to return to Greencity tonight'.
'Why so early?'
'Something wonderfully urgent came up'.
He watched her leave with awe. Funnily, Stella was becoming happier by day, while Gladys was becoming moodier and grumpier. He wondered if he won't finally stick with Stella. There was no way he wouldn't have any solution to his problem unless he stuck to his discipler.
As he was about to sit, it dawned on him that the reason he was seeing her in a such a way was because she seemed to look a little younger. The archaic look that always accompanied her being had given up its place for a youthful happiness and glow that was never present.
Still lost in thought, he didn't know when Mirabel got to his side. She tapped him, shifted back, and smiled wearily.
'Doctor Festus asked me to direct the Alexis' parents to you', she said and winked.
He grinned and rose to see elderly woman and man. The woman was draped in an Ankara dress, and had shabbily wrapped her scarf around her head. While the man wore a simple short-sleeve shirt on a bulky striped trouser. He was fat, so wearing something other than that might ruin the simple look he was trying to portray.
'Are you the man?' The woman asked scornfully.
'Mummy Feyi...'The man chided and extended a handshake in a way to show that he had everything under control. Japheth was so grateful for that.
'Please, let's have our seat', the man said and upon a single look from him, his angry wife sat. She looked like a dog that was growling, ready to pounce on him anytime. They introduced themselves as Alexis' parents. According to them, they didn't approve of her name. Her name was Feyisara, but they have come to accept it so far she could do the right things.
'So, what happened?' The man asked.
Japheth took his time to explain how they had been in a relationship and how he tried to break up with her because he found Christ, evading talks about their sexual intercourse. How would it be to tell her parents that he had been having premarital sex with a young girl?
'So, you're the one that changed our daughter', her father said, smiling. However, Japheth wasn't sure it was a good sign.
'I didn't change her...'
Her father waved his hands as if to brush the statement aside. 'In a good way. Our daughter changed even before you rededicated your life to Christ. Howbeit that now that you have the life of Christ in you that you want to send her away?'
'Are you encouraging her seeing men', Alexis' mother exclaimed.
'No. Don't get me wrong. I want you to remain her friend'.
Like an angel, Mirabel returned to inform the parents that Alexis was awake. Japheth rose to follow them.
'Hey, lover-boy, let her see her parent first', Mirabel pushed him back to his seat. Now, he was free from the clutch of Alexis. A few minutes later, Mirabel returned, dusted her gown and sat beside him. One reason he loved being around nurses was how their gown always dazzled him. Mirabel took his hand, and stared into his eyes.
'You're lucky. I don't know how I would have prayed for your release from prison if she ever died'.
He sighed and blinked back tears. She smiled and placed her head on his shoulder.
'Will you come to our church this Sunday?'
'I have a church'.
'They won't miss you'.
'My discipler is there. And she had really helped my growth'.
Mirabel nodded as she fondled his hands. He didn't know why he always allowed Alexis to cloud his mind when he was sure he loved Mirabel. But he couldn't think of her like he did Alexis. He and Mirabel were on different sides of their fields of desire. She wanted him to come to her through the path, but he wanted to cross the lawn.
'Now that she's awake, while she's with her parents, I think you can eat'.
'No...'
'Doctor Jaf, get up. You must eat something'.
He sighed and followed her.
'Why do you still want to remain attached her?' She suggested.
'She is my friend'.
'Indeed, a friend that is in love with her friend. I don't buy it'.
'I'm not joking. She is a friend. I'm still biding my time to start another relationship'.
'Come to my church, I'll take you to very beautiful ladies. No need to pray about them because I'll do that for you. And God will even tell you immediately you enter the church'.
He scoffed. 'I think I'll like to come to your church'.
She smiled as she began to point out things to the waiter across the counter. 'Really?'
' Yes. With a lot of guys'.
She smirked, turned to collect the food and nodded towards a table. Since she refused to accept his offer to carry the food, he pulled out a chair for her as she dropped the plates of food on the table.
'That's cool. I mean bringing guys. For what?'
'To invade your church'.
'Inva...'
'You have a lot of ladies; we need women in our lives'.
She squealed with laughter and tried to hit his hands, which he hurriedly withdrew. 'I'd better unfriend you before something happens'.
He held her hands and said, 'Thank you, Miry Miry powder... You have made me smile after a long time'. He gave her the name after they both watched a video skit by Woli Agba, Ayo Ajewole, a Nigerian comedian.
'Doc... Tor...Jaf, hope you're not seeing marriage visions concerning me?'
They laughed and proceeded to devour the food.

Chapter 16
Against The Callback
Stella was so sure things would work out fine when she got home. There was this tiredness that came after freedom. All one would want to do at that time was to rest, a lot; then, proceed to rejoicing for a long time. She planned on doing it, but she first needed to destroy everything that had ever tied her down to witchcraft. Her total freedom would require a lot of processes. Not only for her sake, so that everyone she would later meet would have a good life, at least something near it. No doubt, she had a lot of money with which she could easily get new things, but there was no way she could live in that haunted house anymore. Only God knew how many demons operated in that house.
The bible said that everything about her was new. For that reason, she would start by getting Papa out of the house, burning her powerhouse and her house and never ever return to her old way of life. Then, get a new house.
She made calls to different people to inquire about available houses for sale. However, they couldn't tell her any tangible thing. Yet, she wasn't perturbed. She would surely get a new one. In the case she didn't get one early, she could live in hotels for years without ever having a need of money. As much as she would have loved to leave the money, claiming it belonged to the devil, she knew that once sanctified, it had become one that was of God.
Not taking anything, she carried Jigg's cage, opened it, swept away the raven within, and locked the cage again. Whenever they left the house, she would pray to God to rid her and her pet of any demons that might have infested them. She dropped the cage on the center table, and hurried to her father's room to wake him. She wondered what was wrong with him with the way he kept sleeping even though she repeatedly woke him since he wasn't a deep sleeper. She dragged him out to her car. Of her numerous cars, she would leave with her Camry. As she dragged him to the car, she felt compelled to use some incantation to wake him, but she refused blatantly. The urge would definitely increase, but she must learn how to start relying on God for her needs.
Returning to the main building, she kept singing gleefully as she boogied into the store to carry one more cylinder of gas. She packed some of her clothes, and made sure she was ready to face whatever would come out of this new experience.
Then, she opened the gas cylinder in the kitchen. As she did so, she didn't feel any remorse or regret; instead, she felt peace and free. One can never know the true meaning of freedom if such person had never been in bondage. She crumbled to her chair and cried as the memory of the wasted years flooded back. God was kind enough to give her the freedom she had so much desired. Right now, she was so happy. 'Thank you lord. You're my salvation. Thank you for my freedom. Devil you're a liar. I have found a glorious light. Wow'.
Heetah was no longer causing her to have pain for saying the truth. She was finally getting blessed. With this same ecstasy, she rolled the gas cylinder to her power room. She didn't need the bloodshed anymore; she didn't need Heetah to survive. Although she had lived over nine centuries with him as her guide, she was sure God would help her. The holy spirit had been guiding people before now.
Upon waltzing into the dungeon, she was surprised to see a big pentagram operational at the center of the room. She saw the smoke and hoped she was wrong about what she was seeing. A demon, probably the same size as Heetah swayed within the pentagram. From the look of things, Gladys was elated to have pulled a feat none of her contemporary- rather, a thing a two-week-old witch shouldn't be able to do. Stella was dumbfounded, and had to close her mouth as the smoke began to choke her. The can of gas rolled out of her hands to the ground, rattling the unbalanced silence in the room. She hurriedly stopped it before it even went near the candles in the room.
'Gladys what are you doing?'
'I finally found human blood'.
'But, I told you to wait'.
'I did wait but waiting can be killing'.
'Gladys I found Christ. You have to go back to Christ. There's freedom there'.
Gladys gawked at her like a wolf who had recently torn a prey apart. Blood dripped from her hands, and was splattered everywhere in the room. Her face was smeared with blood in a hideous way. Despite the fact that Stella had witnessed a lot of blood bath, she was surprised at the propensity of Gladys, a greenhorn, a serious Christian, who was deceived into being a witch, to carry such terrible act of decapitating the gentle man on the ground. Stella always made sure she cleaned out the rotten smell and the murkiness that came with demons.
'Stop staining the floor...' Stella shook her head and beckoned to Gladys to move towards her, away from the enticing power of the demon in the pentagram. 'Come nearer'.
'You see? You can't be a Christian. You made me a witch. I didn't want it. You made me a witch'.
Stella ran excitedly to her. 'Don't you see. We can undo it. In Christ, there's liberty. God knew we would sin someday again and that was why he gave us Jesus. Our future sins are forgiven. Meaning we can come back to confess his forgiveness'.
'You were the devil's wife. You have the power. You were the eyes of Fortune City's Black Town. But you're becoming as blurry as glasses on the face of a 100-year-old grandma. I'll rip you out. I want your power'.
Gladys moved nearer and Stella shifted back. 'I'm not letting you be a Christian'.
She conjured a small demon and directed them towards Stella. Stella stared at her and conjured a bigger demon, which immediately tormented Gladys. No matter who this girl thought she was, she met her in this business. Her strength would never be compared to her in the world of the spirit. She was a giant, while Gladys was a molecule.
'So you think you this cankerworm can take me. I'll crush you. You can't suck out my power'.
Suddenly, Heetah popped out and laugh uncontrollably. She stared at it and released her hold on Gladys, who was now crying in pain like a baby. Stella felt the power surge through her again. It felt good.
'Yea. It felt good. You're not a Christian. You're still under the influence of my power', Heetah roared.
She cringed backward. That was so true. She had just fought Gladys with the authority of the devil. How was that even possible? The power in her ought to have stopped. Then, it occurred to her that the devil's power was more of conjuring and she was definitely good at that. What she just did was a minor conjuring? She scrubbed her hands as if she had dipped it into a bowl of acid.
Gladys, weak and writhing in pain, rose and joined Heetah in laughter.
'I detest you. You're bunch of fools. I'm a Christian', Stella cried as she scampered out of the room. Gladys and Heetah rushed after her. She carried her bag and ran out of the house. She was definitely knowing no peace if she stayed near the house, and that was why she should have sent it into its burning phase. She should have incinerated the house, happily watch it dance in ashes and see the evil that surrounded it fizzle out like the light they wanted her to quench. The house was a demon on its own. Anybody that bought it would have years of fighting demons. She ran off the house and looked back. She shouldn't have left Gladys in the house, the demons would suck out any chance of being good that was in her. But there was nothing she could do at that time than to run away from the house, and she couldn't possibly kill Gladys all in the name of burning the bridges.
'Are you not forgetting something?' Gladys shouted from the top of the balcony. Stella glanced up to see her parrot, dangling from Gladys' hand. It squeaked and made all the terrible noises it could, wriggling.
'Don't. Gladys, don't do this?'
'What are you talking about. This is what happens to neglected students. They do crazy things'.
'I'm not neglecting Don't Oh God. No Jiggs', she screamed and crumbled to the floor. Gladys wriggled the neck of her parrot and allowed its corpse crash on the tiles.
'God does know how to punish people', Stella yelled in tears.
'He would start with the elder witch. Heetah too had a message from Lord Lucifer'.
Heetah growled and, with a click of its fingers, set the car on fire. Her father laid inside, still sleeping as he burnt to death. She cried and edged towards the burning car, and screamed 'Jesus' repeatedly. Now, at this time, she was compelled to try to conjure magic.
'Come on, try it', Heetah shrieked as he repeatedly disappeared and reappeared at her side. His stench overpowered her for those short period of his being near her.
'Do it. Come on'.
She panted heavily. If she conjured another magic, she would give the devil the doorway to her again. She cried as she grabbed her bag from the floor, and ran out, weeping. She had lost two of the things she loved.
'If you don't come back, I swear I will tell the church', Gladys screamed after her.

Stella knew she was in a deep trouble. The first point of call should be Japheth. She tutored him. He had to understand her before he heard about her from others.
'Japheth where are you?'
'Home'.
'Okay. I'm coming'.

"Anyone who love his life will lose it. And anyone who loses his life for my sake will gain it more in heaven." words of our Lord Jesus.

Stella has just lost two most important things in her life, even as she knew she could save them, she rather let them go than go back into Lucifer's hold. Her newly found freedom in Christ is the best experience she has ever had in all her 10 centuries life as a witch.

The salvation Christ Jesus gave us is pure and priceless.

The devil may take away all she acquired through him which by the way are impure, but he can never take away what Christ is giving to her which she is accepting whole heartedly and joyfully.

Thank you Divepen1, you are speaking power and encouragements to many through your stories. God bless you.

Divepen1:
Hmmm naa ni

Some things are better left unsaid ni o

I'm so happy for Stella. she really do found Christ

Fazemood:
"Anyone who love his life will lose it. And anyone who loses his life for my sake will gain it more in heaven." words of our Lord Jesus.

Stella has just lost two most important things in her life, even as she knew she could save them, she rather let them go than go back into Lucifer's hold. Her newly found freedom in Christ is the best experience she has ever had in all her 10 centuries life as a witch.

The salvation Christ Jesus gave us is pure and priceless.

The devil may take away all she acquired through him which by the way are impure, but he can never take away what Christ is giving to her which she is accepting whole heartedly and joyfully.

Thank you Divepen1, you are speaking power and encouragements to many through your stories. God bless you.

Thanks boss...

queenitee:
Some things are better left unsaid ni o

Beeni oo

Divepen1:
Beeni oo

Comman continue na *winks*

queenitee:
Comman continue na *winks*

Yes ma

Chapter 17
A Man's Shoe
The time to meet her first set of trouble was now. They sat astride each other, staring into each other's eyes after she had explained to him. Stella was so sure that if she faced Japheth now, there was no way she would have any fear whenever she was publicly confessing. Although it might shake them a bit, she was ready to point out the many mistakes many of them made while making requests to God. All in the name of aiming for greatness, many of them allowed their problem overwhelmed them, and made them prayed amiss.
She was sweating all through, and felt she should have run away to Greencity, where Heetah had once informed her would soon be in turmoil because its occupant would start killing one another because of heaven; or Brown Valley, which had been predicted to the be the home of world's problem. But she knew telling him was worthwhile. Paul of the Bible got a lot of souls to Christ because of his numerous public confession.
'So you mean to tell me that...'
'Yes'.
'I'm dead. You are a witch?'
'I was a witch'.
'That's ridiculous. Say someone else was the witch you were talking about, tell me it was something else and not you. Please'
She went down on her knee and clasped her hands together. 'Please forgive me. I have deceived you a lot'.
'But...But... Does that mean everything you taught me was wrong?'
She nodded repeatedly. 'Everything. Well most of them. They were not a lie, but they weren't something you ought to learn at this your stage'.
He rose from his seat and walked down to the window. She wondered what would happen this time. Gladys hadn't taken it well the other time. There was really no assurance that Japheth also would take it likely, but she had to make sure he forgave her. There were many things that could come along with her confession. One of them was a rejection of the logical people, who would treat like a little child who claimed to have seen Voldemort. They would take it as madness. However, none of them would matter if Japheth too took it badly as Gladys did. She needed him to be on her side.
He was the only Christian that could help her, she felt it in her bone. Yet, he was a baby Christian and would only feed her with the milk of the word of God. The softness of the word she would get would be too small to her desire, and that might make her tread the path Gladys took.
Since Japheth was a baby Christian, she was sure that his reaction would be embellished with tantrums and much bickering. He would react like every other baby Christian would. However, she still had the feeling that after everything he would understand her. Despite the fact that the timing was wrong, she had exposed his soft spiritual baby teeth to the hard bone of God's word. He had once sinned and would accept her like someone that was once in the darkness but had been forgiven. However, he wasn't Jesus.
He sauntered to her side and said, 'You have led me in the wrong direction and for this reason, God will punish you'.
He stormed out of the room. She burst into tears as she imagined what he would be feeling at the moment. She couldn't bring himself to leave town. There was a need for retribution or a need for her to make them know that she wasn't all that a prophet. That she was façade, a lie, and an unworthy person. And in case they accepted her, she would stay back with them to teach them how to come to the light of the word.
Japheth returned to the sitting room, where she was drowning herself in her own tears and guilt.
'You will go to our church, I mean my church and let them all know that you are a witch. That everything they know about you was a lie. You deceived me'.
His eyes were now red and he was sniffing repeatedly as he took his seat opposite her. If she was given the opportunity, she would have loved to clean his tears away, but at the moment he was like a glass that must be handled with care. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. She would do that to please him and if that would be her first chance at saving a soul for Christ, she would love that.
'I'm so sorry. But are you saying that if I do this, you would still love God?'
'What do you care about God?'
'I just got saved. The feeling. Oh The peace. You don't want to face what I've faced for years, for centuries. I was in bondage from within and without. Despite being a witch I couldn't do what most witches were doing. Even when I was able to, there was always someone longing to get my type of power, someone trying to kill me. Now, I have no fear. I was rich but couldn't go about doing what other people were doing. I was like Hera was to Zeus. I was Satan's wife, who had been hidden away and used to do the most perilous of things', she said and tears streamed down her eyes as she watched him hold his head in desperation.
He raised his head and scanned her and shook his head.
'I said it. I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I couldn't place my hand on it. You were too happy, too holy. No blemish at all. That was impossible. That was surely impossible. But I didn't see this in you. You were...' He grasped into the space, trying to gesticulate his words. His face was ragged as he tried hard to put whatever he wanted to say into words. She nodded as he kept groaning for words.
'You could have been too holy. You were my role model. You just... You can't be a witch. I wanted to like you. Now, you're telling all those were What? A charade. A joke. You were a joke. You were nothing. That's impossible'.
'I'm sorry'.
He shifted to the edge of his chair: His eyes seemed to have a longing. She wanted to read his thought, but refrained herself. It was better to let things work in their natural state. Acting along with natural course would take time, but she had to learn to live like that. She always watched many witches that had gone out of Lucifer's camp, they always had a longing to test their power again. This one that she was now a Christian, she needed to employ every ability to use her natural senses and whenever the holy spirit baptized her, she would use him the way most of those Christian did.
'Don't let any other person know'.
She swallowed. He was choking her with his desire, and wanted her to be the perfect image he had placed in his mind. He wanted her to be the perfection he had always stared at, one he wanted to worship. It was sweet and she would have loved to remain in that position, but she was now a Christian. The first thing she needed right there was to break down that stature and tear down the poster of her that he had placed in his mind. She would trash and break down the images with no mercy. There was no perfection; everything was a plain charade.
'I'm sorry. I can't. God wouldn't be happy. I'm not high up there with the power and the holiness. I'm human. A witch. You should be afraid of me. You might not see my brooms or see me moving out of the river like a goddess. But that's what I am. I am not perfect. I'm a woman. Flesh and blood.'
He rose from his seat while shaking his head terribly. The tantrum would begin soon. She knew, but she needed to hand him a toy. But at this point there was none. She couldn't give him any talk about herself and expect him to back off.
'I have to do it. The many souls I have made miserable. The ones I have crushed in my hand and made cry. The pain I've caused No... The bible says we should confess our sin'.
'No. The bible didn't say that'.
She stared at him and looked him all over. She had the bible words all scribbled into her memory, and she could recite the bible non-stop for days.
'The Bible says we should ask God for forgiveness. Not the church', Japheth corrected.
She sat straight and felt it was time to yank the cane from him and thrash him with it. 'The bible makes us know that he who keeps his sin and...'
She just didn't see a reason to explain herself to this baby Christian. He didn't know how she would feel the moment she told the world about her ordeal. She rose and carried her bag.
' I only felt I should ask for your forgiveness.'
' See. What did my forgiveness do? Nothing'.
'At least, I felt at peace'.
She strolled out and burst into tears as she closed the door behind her. She felt at peace, but also couldn't stop feeling the pain and the tears.
***
She didn't know if she should cry or remain numb, but she needed to express herself. She needed to tell God how he failed her. She never even trusted him before, but Alexis was hoping he would answer her this time, and make her start becoming serious with him.
For many years, she hadn't seen a need to pray to him. But the only thing that was on her mind was how she would get back at God and Japheth. She turned on her bed, and heard her father trying to calm her mother in the parlor.

Chapter 18
Portal Built
Gladys stared from her window as the morning began to unfold itself. There was only one thing she needed at the moment, and it would take a lot of effort to have what she needed. Many of the other Christian would see Stella's house as one that had been cursed and would see anyone living in it as accursed. Yet, she couldn't leave the house alone and the power it held. She couldn't watch it being sold to another. She couldn't think of how to do. The power in that house was just too good to be true. She felt them like the blood in her veins. There should be a way.
As she took up her phone and began to browse for alternative online, she remembered Mr. Akanni. Quickly, she went to her callhistory, and began to search for his number. She hadn't saved his phone number, and that made it a bit hard for her to get his number.
When the call got connected, he was elated and couldn't express how happy he was. She smiled as an evil thought began to parade her mind. If only he knew what she had in store for him.
'Mr. Akanni', she said with the coyest voice she could mutter.
'Sister. Gladys'.
'I'm ready to marry you'.
'Oh!'
'Yes. But on one condition'.
'Even if the conditions are up to a million, I would surmount them. You're the honey in the mountain, I've sharpened my ax for your sake'.
She giggled and silently sneered.
'Sister Stella, you know her now'.
'Who wouldn't know the fire woman?'
'Yes. She said she didn't want to live in her house anymore, and I love that house. Have you been there? That would be the most perfect place to spend the rest of our lives'.
He stopped talking for a moment, and she thought she had sent him away with her request. If he couldn't do it, she would need to find an alternative.
'I'm sorry for the silence. I was thanking God that you've even planned our future together. I will buy the house; I will buy ten if you want. This money is to be spent. And for you, my darling, I will buy the world if you want'.
She smiled as she explained to him that they have to get it urgently as it seemed Stella would be traveling soon. Mr. Akanni promised to be ready whenever she was. All she needed now was a way to find Stella. She would employ all the power she had at her disposal. The first step would be to browse the internet for the right incantation to find people.
Then Elizabeth knocked her door and called her. Her baby was around. Elizabeth would be her first student in her school of Wicca. They didn't have such in Nigeria, in Fortune City. How would it be that the first of its kind in her country would stem from Black Town?
'Baby' She said as she opened the door. 'Why are you crying?'
'Miss. G, my dad had bought a car'.
'That's good news'.
Elizabeth shook her head. 'No. For his new wife, and my mummy is crying again'.
She looked at Elizabeth and hugged the crying girl as her mind wandered off into how she could possibly help this girl. There was a curse she learnt on how to kill someone. She muttered it under her breathe. The man had caused enough pain for this little girl. It was high time he faced the consequences for his sins, and she would be the one to carry out the judgement.
'What do you want to happen to him?'
'I want him to die'.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes. He is causing too much pain for my mummy', the weeping girl said.
Gladys' smile broaden. The first step to being evil was, most times, trying to revenge or avenge someone. She loved that.
'Okay say his full name'.
Elizabeth said her father's full name while Gladys muttered the curse again.
'Say what you want?
'I want him to die'.
'So moth it be', Gladys said and led Elizabeth into the room.
As she fondled Elizabeth's hair, her mind wandered off to how to get to Stella, and how to make Stella feel the pain of deserting her. There should be something that would make Stella feel that pain.
'You demons that reside in me, what's the best way to get back at Stella', Gladys murmured.
'What's that?' Elizabeth asked.
'It's nothing. I was only feeling bad for your mother'.
'Okay', Elizabeth said and nodded.
The demons told her the best way to make Stella most miserable was to make Japheth fall again into his sins of fornication. And the only way she could do that was to get to a girl named Alexis, the girl he was having sex with. But if she didn't go earlier, Stella would encourage Japheth to talk to the girl and that would be disastrous for them because the girl was passionate and can be instrumental in the restoration of light to Black Town. If the light came back, all the power she craved would be useless against the numerous light that would flood the place.
'Baby, I'm going out', Gladys said.
Elizabeth nodded again and sat upright. That wasn't her first time of being left alone in Gladys' house. She could take care of herself. Gladys hurriedly wore a purple bell gown and a peach heels shoe. Then, she complemented it with a peach bag. She wanted to look her best when she was having her second recruit. Elizabeth would always be her first.
She drove all the way with the guide of the demons. She had her doubt, notwithstanding. Yet, she still drove down there. However, her fear depleted when she got to a house and asked for Alexis.
'From where?' replied a woman, who had come out of the house to answer her.
'A friend'.
The woman scanned her like a mother hen. She poked her head into the house, and shouted for Alexis that she had a visitor. If Alexis replied, Gladys couldnt tell because even after the woman dropped the curtain and stood straight, she didn't say anything. The only thing she did was to scornfully stare at her dress. Gladys wanted to check her dressing to see if she wore something bad.
Alexis came out too, looking distraught. She was putting on a blue denim bump short, and an orange spaghetti. Even if her hair was rough, and her eyes were puffy, she still had a sultry look.
As her orange flip-flop pattered on the floor, Gladys remembered how she always admired such flip-flops on Stella.
'Do I know you?' Alexis said as she moved nearer. Her mother stood poised as she glowered at her.
'Can we talk in private?' She said and glanced at Alexis' mother.
'Yes', Alexis replied and turned to the corner of her compound. Gladys was able to look about for the first time. The compound had varieties of trees and bushes, which must have been intended to serve as their mini-plantation. She felt disgusted by their arrangement.
When they got to the corner of the house, she didn't waste her time by exchanging pleasantries.
'I'm here to help you get Japheth back'.
Alexis dull eyes shone. 'Are you for real?'
'It's a tricky business, but its essential'.
'Are you kidding me? Anything. I will kill anything killable to get back my boy'.
Gladys smiled and explained to her that all it took her would be a member of a training she wanted to start in the month of March.
'Just that?'
'Just that'.
'I'm all in. How soon will I get Japheth back'.
'Oh that! So soon, and this time it would be a lasting one'.
They exchanged phone number and walked out of the compound. She was preparing for her Wicca school. She was on the path to enlightening the witches of Black Town. Even if she saw nothing in the house, she saw the smile on Alexis' mother's face when she saw her daughter smiling out as they came out of the corner. That meant that even Wicca could make others happy.
All she needed at the moment was the house. She knew Stella wouldn't accept their first offer, so she would quickly go home to draft a second offer.
***
As she paced the hotel, Stella couldn't help but feel grateful that Japheth called that morning to know how she was faring. He made her understand that she had been forgiven and that alone made her heart rejoice. But she still needed to preach to Gladys. Even if anything would happen, she had to give it try. So she dressed up, and boarded a UBER taxi. A lot of commendations had gone into appraising how Nigeria was becoming modernized by the presence of this UBER taxis.
When she got to Gladys' house, she couldn't forget the first day she came there. That was the day she brought Gladys home after being tortured by the demons. The gateman informed her that Gladys had gone out. She felt dejected and was about to look for the bike when she remembered the little girl that was all over Gladys the other time. If this girl became closer to Gladys without the knowledge of God, she would suffer.
'What of that little girl that is always with her?' She asked the gateman.
'Elizabeth'.
'Yes. That's her name. Can I see her? I would like to send a message to Gladys through her'.
The gateman gave her access to the compound, and directed her to Elizabeth's flat. Upon getting there, she told a woman she met there that she wanted to drop a message for Gladys through Elizabeth. Although she didn't like the subtle lie she was telling, it was worth it. Moreover, preaching to Elizabeth was a message to Gladys.
Talking to Elizabeth about Christ was relatively simple. The girl had been having a bit of knowledge about God from staying with Gladys. So, it was easy to preach to her. She gave her life to Christ, there. With starry eyes and a glad heart, Stella left the compound. But before she left, she told Elizabeth to inform Gladys of her visit. Now, she had saved a soul for Christ. She would teach the people of Black Town the reality of Christ.

May God have mercy

queenitee:
May God have mercy

Amen

I'm enjoying every bit of this story. Now it feels like a chess game between good and evil. Gladys hunting down Japhet through Alexis, Stella working to gain more souls, saving Gladys and has won Elizabeth. What she truly needs now is the pure baptism of the Holy Spirit.

Chapter 19
Backstabbed
That Friday afternoon, as she sat at the back of the car, with Mr. Akanni at her side, and the lawyer in the front seat, she couldn't help but rejoice that she had gotten the best deal of her life.
When Elizabeth told her Stella came and preached to her, she brushed it off. What message could an old betraying witch possibly preach? She dialed Stella's phone number and called her all sort of names, none of which Stella denied. She got the address to her location and informed her that she had a business proposal for her.
Mr. Akanni got a lawyer to go with them to the hotel. When they got there, Gladys wished she could tear her skin, but she had to rein her emotions till she got what she wanted. People would soon see Stella as a witch, so it was advisable to steer clear of the reputation. She knew Stella wouldn't accept the offer.
So, when Stella rejected the offer, she could only smile. She called Mr. Akanni and the lawyer aside. Then, she explained to them that the only way they could easily gain possession was for Stella to agree that she rented the house from Mr. Akanni, and that he was ready to use the house again.
However, when they got to her, she told them she didn't need the house, and advised them to sell the house.
'Then, sign this thing and let's be done with it', Mr. Akanni snapped. She loved the fact that he was already tuning to her desire. All she needed now was to draft her resignation letter from her place of work, and to start preparing to search for a teaching job. The demons had informed her that she would be really blessed and wouldn't have any need for money or its equivalent.
Stella tried to talk to her in private, but she refused the offer. And when she offered to talk to Mr. Akanni also, he sensed the tension between the two of them and promised to talk to her later.
She was still happy when she entered the compound, and was so happy when Elizabeth came crying that her father was dead.
'That's a good news'.
Elizabeth inhaled sharply. 'No. Its not a good news. You killed my daddy. You're a witch. I will pray to God. He will punish you. I should have been saved earlier. I would have prayed to God to never let my wish about my daddy true. You're a witch'.
By this time, Elizabeth's mother had come out. Elizabeth ran past her into the room. Gladys was surprised at Elizabeth's reaction. She only wanted to help her. How could she feel sad over a man that was consistently hurting her mother?
Elizabeth's mother staggered with a bottle of Moet in her hand as came toward Gladys. 'Miss. G, don't mind the naughty girl. She couldn't believe her precious little crazy father was dead'.
Elizabeth's mother whooped and laughed loudly. Then, she belched and slumped to the ground. She laughed loudly again, and gulped down the drink. She raised the drink to the sky. 'May he die forever and ever and ever and ever, amen. The police said he was killed by a hit and run car'.
Gladys watched her rise and dance in awe, with gladness. That was someone that understood what she had done. Why would Elizabeth be angry at her for making her mother happy? That was one of the best things to happen to anyone that loved their mother.
'Some witnesses said his killer was a woman. He ran from a woman to another woman and was killed by a woman. What a fool', Elizabeth's mother said as she staggered away. She leapt for joy, fell and laughed at herself as she rolled on the ground.
Gladys felt stuck to the spot as she wondered why she would never always be the first. If Stella hadn't preached to Elizabeth, she would still have the chance to recruit her. Now, recruiting her would be like trying to pull-out a tree from a mountain. Stella always had a way to be above her. When she was a witch, she always beat her in power. Being a Christian didn't water that down. She would pay. Elizabeth had lost her position as her first recruit. She was now, probably Stella's first recruit. No. Life was cheating her. And Stella would pay in the most painful way.
She fumed into her room after opening the gate, and pulled her phone from her bag and dialed Pastor Praise' phone number. She would recruit Mr. Akanni to support her claim. He was her newest puppet.
'Hello, sir. This is GladysI need to talk to you about Sister Stella', she said as the phones got connected.

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