Legends of Amacia: Mysteries of Tiamat
The Demon Prince of the East: Dezarcus

Hannibalsighed deeply again, remembering the torment the demon prince had given himyears ago. “Its name is Dezarcus and it’s a demon prince of the highest order,”he declared. “I know for a fact that it’s a demon prince because of one simple incontestable fact: at a time before we first met, that monster had physicalpossession of me.” Hannibal paused a moment to let what he said sink in. Harryand Mary looked at each other in amazement as he continued. “I’d been in themilitary for some fifteen years before we met in Vietnam,” he explained. “I wasone of those guys the military denied ever existed. For all practical purposes,I was an assassin. The black operations section was where I existed. Mymilitary records were classified with the highest top-secret classification themilitary had at the time, QA-6X. My identity was so top secret that even thePresident of the United States couldn’t get my records. While I was part ofthat sordid business, I did things that defy explanation or reason. I was akilling machine for the powers that be...the masters of the universe. Wheneverthere was someone who had to be eliminated, I was there. I did many things,killed many people, innocent and otherwise. I killed with every means known toman, and some not known by the hands of man. And while I was not killing, I waseither training or studying to increase my power.”

Hanniballooked down at the floor, pausing for several moments. “I’m totally ashamed ofwhat I did,” he stated. “I did things that most people would say areunforgivable. But let me get to the point here. While I was in the black opts,I learned much of the martial arts that I know now, rising to 9thDan in several oriental systems. Also, I learned much about the occult and thepower that is there. And don’t believe for an instant that the occult worldhasn’t any power in our world, because it does. I was up to my eyeballs in allmanner of occult teachings and practices. I didn’t know or understand at thetime what I was dealing with. At the height of my training, I was levitatingobjects, including myself. I was also doing remote viewing, using telepathy,and had become an expert in psychic warfare. I was...”

Hannibalstopped for a moment and gathered himself, taking another long draught from hisglass before rubbing the side of his face with his hand. His face became longand serious, etched with the sorrow of what he was remembering. “I was summoningdemons and commanding them to attack the marks I was given. I guess you couldsay that I had become a master wizard,” he confessed, looking down at the flooras he spoke. “To be perfectly blunt, I was a 7th level master wizardwith the power to command power. Seventh level is high as you can go as awizard in the occult world. Only a handful of men or women ever reach thatpinnacle of power. I was one of them. With the assistance of the demonicpowers, I was able to do just about anything, including affecting the weatherof a given area. Little did I know that I’d pay a heavy price for my actions.”

Hanniballooked up with a very dark look and continued after another pause. “I becamethe number one assassin in the world because of what I could do,” he statedbluntly. “My orders came directly from the highest levels of the occult world.I’m letting you know now that it’s the occult world that rules, not thegovernments of the world. The governments are just an extension of them. Idon’t know how many times I encountered prominent politicians, lawyers, judges,financiers, and even the Hollywood elite, in the meetings I used to go to; allof them members of some occult brotherhood. These people were and still areconstantly plotting and scheming how to control the population of not just thiscountry, but also the entire world. They firmly believe it’s their birthrightto rule the world with an iron fist. On many occasions, I had dealings directlywith the Illuminati. I guess one of the reasons I’m still breathing is that Inever did join any of those things. I was a rogue even in the occult world. Onseveral occasions, they tried to eliminate me but it backfired on them. Everytime they tried to get rid of me, I’d kill whoever came against me and wouldabsorb their demonic power, making me all that much more powerful. After sevenattempts, they realized that I was tapping a power larger than their power sothey insinuated me into their ranks without making me a member, thus allowingme to rise to the top by the means of sheer power. As I said, I had the powerto command power. Most of them stood in awe and dread of me. Then it happened:the time had come to pay up.

“I wasgiven a mark by the Council: a prominent political figure in one of the largerNorth Vietnamese cities. Therefore, the night before the mark was supposed tobe taken, I set up and conjured what I believed was a power. It was the mostpowerful demon I had ever summoned.” Hannibal looked at the picture and pointedat the shadowy figure. “It was him,” he declared with hate for the demondripping from his lips, “the Demon Prince of the East, Dezarcus.” Hannibal thenexplained what happened after the conjuration of Dezarcus.

Hannibalthe wizard stood inside his meticulously created pentagram circle made of saltthat had five candles burning on the points. Just a few feet away in a hexagramcircle ten feet across also made of salt stood a hideous living shadow standingtwenty-five feet tall shrouded in darkness and infernal flames. Only the lowerportion of its reptilian face showed from the darkness that encompassed themonster like a cloak. Its burning scarlet eyes stared at Hannibal with rage andhate. “Why have you summoned me here, little man?” the demon hissed.

“I havesummoned you here to attack Woo Chin Sung, the head general of the Viet Cong,”Hannibal ordered. “He has violated his agreement with the Council and must bedisposed of. Go to him and destroy his mind so I may destroy his body and sendhis soul to our master.”

The shadowdemon’s eyes blazed brighter at Hannibal’s hate. “Do you know who I am, littleman?” it asked.

“You areDezarcus, my soldier,” Hannibal hissed. “You will do as you’re told, demon.”

The shadowdemon laughed Hannibal to scorn. “You have no idea who the fuck you’re dealingwith, little man,” the demon cackled. “I am the Draken Prince Dezarcus, Princeof the East and your doom. I answer to no one, especially a pestilent patheticlittle maggot like you. You have no idea what you’ve done. I will show you thetrue meaning of pain for your insolence! Get him, my brothers and sisters, anddrive him from his sanctuary.”

Hannibalsuddenly felt his own powers rise against him and knock him out of theprotective pentagram before completely paralyzing him and taking total controlof his body. Mocking voices rose in his head as he felt control of his bodyripped from his will. He wanted to cry out, but couldn’t. Hannibal felt hisbody move of its own accord, moving towards the hexagram and Dezarcus. This can’t be possible, Hannibal thought.How did I lose control of my own body?

Hannibalsaw his body drop to its knees and bend over, brushing away the salt perimeterof the hexagram circle by itself. No! Ican’t do this! I mustn’t break the circle! Hannibal thought in sheerhorror, futilely trying to stop his body with his will.

Dezarcuslaughed maniacally. “Poor deluded little fool,” the demon prince cackled. “Youwonder how you lost control.” Dezarcus leaned down and looked Hannibal in theeye as he knelt, unable to move. “You never had control of us, little man,”Dezarcus hissed. “We manipulated you like a puppet into thinking that youcontrolled us. But the fact is we control you. Now you must pay for using ourpower. Your mission is known to me and because of the importance of it, I havebeen told by the Master to take you to insure the success of that mission. Youwill know great power from me, but you will also know torment like no othersoul has ever seen. Do you still want my power? Let him speak, my infernalbrothers and sisters. Do you still want my power?”

“Yes,”Hannibal hissed venomously. “The mission must come first and to insure thesuccess of the mission, I accept your power, Dezarcus, Draken Prince of theEast. Fill me with your power that we may destroy our enemies.” And once I have your power, you will obey mywill, Hannibal thought, No demon getsthe better of me.

“You have astrong will,” Dezarcus declared. “But I will soon break you of it. Think onceyou have my power that you will control me. Dream on, little insect. From nowon, you will call me master and beg for the mercy of death before the end. Youare now mine, FOREVER!”

Hanniballooked up at the hulking shadow form of Dezarcus as it swamped him. Hannibalfelt like he was drowning in a vat of burning tar before the darkness andDezarcus took over his mind and body, completing the possession.

Hannibalpaused in his tale to gather his composure. The telling of the tale hadreopened the old wound of Dezarcus’ possession. Tears dripped down his cheeksas he sipped from his glass of water. Mary put her hand on his knee as she satnext to him. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “It’s only a memory. You can’t be hurtby a memory.”

“I wishthat were the case,” Hannibal replied in a soft, shaky tone. “Dezarcus’possession is something I never really got over. That devil took me bodily inspite of all the precautions I took. That dreadful night I learned the hard waythat the powers of darkness cannot be controlled by mere mortal men and women.They toy with us mortals as long as we amuse them. When we cease to be theirfools, they decimate us in their hate for our species. The last thing Iremember that night was that same hulking shadow with those burning eyeslooming over me, laughing maniacally. Where I had thought to make Dezarcus adog on my leash, he turned it around on me. Not only had I ceased to amusethem, I’d become a rabid dog they needed to muzzle. I had become the dog on aleash with Dezarcus holding the leash. The price for my use of the occultpowers had just begun.

“I awokethe next morning with a pounding headache, dry mouth and a trickle of bloodcoming out of my nose and ears. Also, I felt cold as an icebox on the insideand nothing I did could get rid of it. I went on the mission with two othersmembers of my squad. They were not into the occult like I was and when they sawme that morning, they said I looked awful and questioned whether the missionwas still on. I snapped at them with a level of ferocity I never had before,informing them that yes it was still a go for the mission. Their job during themission was to secure the area while I took out the mark. All I had was apicture and had no idea who the man was. The mission went off without a hitch.The mark was butchered and the pieces were scattered to the various Viet Congestablishments.” Hannibal looked down at the rug in shame again, tears wellingup in his eyes. “I had that thing as my constant companion for two years,” hedeclared. “Dezarcus tormented me constantly physically and mentally. Every missionafterwards was done in a similar manner: violent and bloody, usually ending inthe dismemberment of the victim in a most gruesome manner. You have no idea howit feels to be trapped inside your own mind and body and not be able to getout. No words can describe that hell.

“But littledid I know another power was working against the Dark Prince of the East. Someeighteen months before we met Harry, the Lord God of Heaven had mercy on me. Iwas not looking for Him but apparently, He must have had His eye on me for along time. I was on leave, having gone to Cambodia to visit and meditate at themany Buddhist temples that are there. That particular day, I was on the way toAngkor Watt to meditate. I took a wrong turn and got lost in the jungle. Tothis day, I believe it was God incident. I ended up in a small remote villageof devout Christians who believed in true Christianity, not the diluted,polluted Christianity of organized Christendom infesting the world now. Theyhad apparently separated from the rest of the religious world so they couldjust serve the Lord in peace. As I walked into the village, Dezarcus went intoa rage. He wanted to slaughter everyone there. The thing is that as soon as Ientered the village, the pastor and several elders met and surrounded me. Nowmind you that everyone here is true Christian,” Hannibal said intensely throughthe pain of the memory. Harry and Mary nodded in the affirmative, sitting onthe edge of their seats as Hannibal bared one of his deepest painful secrets tothem.

“I don’tknow how, but the village pastor and elders were waiting for me, ambushing methe moment I set foot in that village,” Hannibal said, going into detail aboutthe account from the moment he entered the village.

Hannibalwalked into village after leaving his broken down jeep three miles away on thesmall road leading to the village. At first, no one appeared to be around.“Hmmm, something’s not right here,” he growled, feeling Dezarcus’ tormentinganger in his mind and body growing.

“You stupidfool,” Dezarcus hissed in Hannibal’s ear. “Had you not taken that short cut, wewouldn’t be lost out here in enemy territory.”

“Don’t youblame this on me, you stupid shit,” Hannibal snapped at Dezarcus. “You were theone who told me to take this short cut. This is as much on you as it is on me.”

Hannibalwinced in excruciating pain, falling to his knees and grabbing his belly. “Youforget who you speak to, slave,” Dezarcus snarled. “I’m the master here.”

“Says you,”Hannibal wheezed. “If you were truly the master here, then you would havenoticed we’ve stumbled into a nest of Light. This village has the smell of theLight and angels all over it.”

“What?”Dezarcus roared, ceasing his torment of Hannibal as a dozen men came out of theshadows, surrounding Hannibal at a distance of thirty feet.

Hanniballooked up through the haze of Dezarcus’ pain and saw the men, feeling theirlight and goodness. Dezarcus started to rage when the leader of the groupstepped forward and extended his hand, crying out, “In the name of JesusChrist, son of the Living God, we bind you Dezarcus, Draken Prince of the East,and command you to come out of him!”

Dezarcustook physical control from Hannibal and stood up. Hannibal’s eyes turnedcompletely black and his face twisted into a hateful resemblance of Dezarcus’face. “How dare you command me…you pestilent maggots!” Dezarcus bellowed. “I amthe Draken Prince of the East, master of darkness and torments everlasting!I’ll destroy this infestation of Light within my darkness and eat your soulsmyself!”

“Silenceyour lying reptilian tongue in the name of Jesus!” the leader barked back.“You’re not in your dark fortress, demon. You stand on hallowed ground guardedby the fiery angels of Heaven itself. Now come out of him!”

“Insignificantworm,” Dezarcus roared in wrath. “You can’t defeat me. I am FOREVER! Now watchas I wipe this village from the face of the earth and eat your souls!”

The momentDezarcus moved Hannibal’s hand the leader and his friends cried out in unison,“Lord, bind this man and the demon within him in the name of Jesus Christ ofNazareth!”

“What?”Dezarcus shrieked as he discovered he could not move Hannibal’s body, norconjure his infernal fires. “Let me go! You can’t have him. He’s mine forever!I’ll scatter your entrails across this jungle for this interference!”

As Hannibalwatched helplessly from his pain-enhanced position inside his own mind, he sawan eerie light starting to surround him and the other men who were facing thedemon prince Dezarcus. That warm light gave Hannibal’s mind peace that he’dnever known.

“Liar!” theleader retorted. “He is not yours and never was! In the name of Jesus Christ,the name above every name to whom all authority in Heaven and Earth is given, Ibind you up, Dezarcus, and cast you back into the abyss! Go back to theDarkness that spawned you, demon!”

Hannibalnoticed the light grew brighter and seemed to form a huge luminous hand thatkept him and Dezarcus firmly immobilized. A flicker of hope kindled in his mindand heart as he saw the other men praying loudly. Hannibal suddenly becameaware there may be a power above that of the tormenting demon princes of Hell,and he wanted that power. Moreover, he wanted to be free of the torments of thedemon princes too. The peace grew in his mind and heart and Hannibal began toplead from his prison to the God of Heaven for deliverance.

Dezarcushowled in rage, completely paralyzed by what Hannibal saw as a giant glowinghand. “No, it’s not possible! You cannot have power above me! I’m Dezarcus,Draken Prince of the East! Let me go, god damn it! He’s mine! We havepermission! Let me go, you filthy treacherous apes!” When Dezarcus saw theleader and his followers approaching, the demon prince cried in fear, “No! Stayaway from us! We have permission! You can’t have him!”

The leaderand his followers surrounded Hannibal and laid hands on Hannibal. “Ahhh,”Dezarcus shrieked. “It burns! It burns! Let us go! He belongs to us! We havepermission!”

Hannibalnoticed a crowd of villagers coming out and surrounding him. The peace he feltdoubled as the crowd, which included women and children began praying. In thenext moment, Hannibal became aware that Dezarcus’ control over him was slippingand the flicker of hope became a forest fire in his mind and heart. Here totalstrangers were risking all to help save him from the Darkness that hadswallowed him long ago.

Respondingto Dezarcus’ last rant, the leader retorted, “Liar! He is not yours and neverwas. You do not have permission! His soul even now cries out to the Lord fordeliverance and now the Lord of Heaven and Earth has come down to deliver him.Now leave him in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth! Come out of him!”

With thiscommand, Hannibal unexpectedly felt an amazing peace as everything becamedreamlike, despite the horrendous pain being inflicted by Dezarcus onHannibal’s mind and body. In moments, the pain vanished as he becamedisconnected from what was going on. He rose out of his body and watched with fear-strickenfascination at the exorcism being performed at the hands of not a priest in theCatholic Church, but by a group of true believers in Christ. Hannibal abruptlyrealized the leader was the pastor of the village, who was literally wrestlingwith a spiritual being of incredibly dark, destructive power. He watched inamazement, floating just above the fray, clearly seeing the luminous handholding his body as Dezarcus snarled and raged in fury to the point Hannibal’sbody foamed at the mouth while writhing in that invisible grip. The peoplebegan singing songs as they prayed. Hannibal began singing with them as hefloated over the spiritual battle between the pastor and the Demon Prince ofthe East.

Afterforty-five minutes of prayer and song, Dezarcus roared in wrath, “You can’thave him! I’ll kill this insect before I give him up! His soul is mine!”Hannibal watched in horror as great gashes and bite marks began to appear onhis body. Blood flowed profusely as the people started singing songs about theblood of Jesus as they prayed.

“OhFather,” the pastor cried out in a loud voice as Hannibal watched from above.“We plead with you in the name of your precious son Jesus for this man that youhave sent to us. The enemy is very strong and threatens to snuff out the lifeof this man. We therefore plead with thee to rise up, bare your mighty arm, anddeliver him out of this dread peril.”

From hispositions suspended above the battle, Hannibal’s eyes grew wide as shock andamazement filled his ghostly features. The pastor’s face began shining with ablinding radiance as he roared in holy indignation, “Cease and desist, youagent of destruction! In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, come out of himNOW!” The pastor’s voice boomed supernaturally all over the village.

The beastlyDezarcus bellowed, “I won’t go! I won’t go!” Hannibal blinked and rubbed hiseyes as out of nowhere, he saw two enormous angels holding his body still. Thenhe noticed the pastor and the people had angels with each of them that were prayingtoo. Beyond the crowd of people who knelt in prayer with their angels werethousands of other angels who knelt in prayer also. At the perimeter of thevillage every four feet stood enormous warrior angels wielding great swords andother weapons guarding the perimeter, keeping a hideous black horde of demoniacentities from entering the village. The moment a demon would come within reachthe village guardians would dispatch the foul creature. Next Hannibal noticedhe had two large angels floating next to him. He looked one in the eye and theangel smiled warmly, motioning for Hannibal to pay attention to the battlebelow him.

WhenHannibal’s attention came back to the battle below him, two more giant warriorangels approached Hannibal’s body and reached into it, literally dragging thereptilian Dezarcus from Hannibal’s physical body, which collapsed once Dezarcushad been expunged from it. The angels bound the demon with luminous chainswhile it railed and cursed at Hannibal. As the angels dragged Dezarcus away, itlooked up at the ghostly Hannibal, bellowing, “Don’t think you’re rid of me,little man! I’ll be back when you least suspect it! You will always be mine!I’ll get you for this! You’ll wish God had never made you before I’m finished!”

The angelfloating to Hannibal’s right turned to him and declared, “You must go back, myfriend. Your time is not yet. Remember what you’ve seen and take heed for theLord has very important work for you to do.” The angel touched Hannibal on theshoulder and darkness filled Hannibal’s mind along with a brief sensation offalling.

Slowly thedarkness lightened and the excruciating pain returned, eliciting a moan fromhim; however, he had a feeling of profound peace. “Come on son, wake up,” avoice called to him to him in the darkness. Hannibal briefly glimpsed hislong-dead father just before he cracked his eyes open, seeing the pastorhovering over him with a huge smile on his lips.

“Oh, praisethe Lord for His infinite mercies,” the pastor crowed with delight. “You’restill alive.”

“Whathappened,” Hannibal whispered through the pain. “Where am I?”

“You’refree of the demon prince, Dezarcus, my son,” the pastor chimed. “You werepossessed of a demon that hasn’t been seen since the days of the Flood. Breathethe free air, my friend. What’s your name?”

“Hannibal,”Hannibal whispered. “Please help me, whoever you are. I’m lost and don’t knowwhere to go.”

The pastorsmiled affectionately and held Hannibal’s hand. “That you were, but now you’refound,” the pastor replied happily. “We will take care of you so that you mayfulfill your place in the Lord’s will. Now rest, Hannibal; you’re badly injuredfrom the exorcism of the demon prince.”

“Thankyou,” Hannibal replied in a hoarse whisper, falling unconscious.

“It took mefive months to recover physically from that incident,” Hannibal declared as hefinished the account of his deliverance. “Fortunately, because of who I was, Icould just disappear whenever I wanted and no one dared complain.”

Hannibalpaused a moment, taking another sip from his glass of water. Harry and Mary satin stunned silence as Hannibal continued. “Little did I know at the time, I hadmany more demons to be rid of,” he stated. “You see, I’ve been in so manywitchcraft duels that I couldn’t remember how many it was and every time I’dduel, I’d win and absorb the demonic powers and demons of the loser. Manydemons fled my person when Dezarcus was expelled but many more stayed. For someseventeen weeks, the precious saints of that village purged me. If it hadn’tbeen for them, I wouldn’t be here.”

“How manydemons were there?” Harry asked softly.

“Over fourhundred devils infested me. Many times they would come out four and five at atime,” Hannibal said quietly. “And nearly every time I had a deliverance done,I was seriously injured by the vacating parties. Great gashes and bites weretaken out of this old carcass.” Hannibal pulled his shirt up exposing hischest, revealing many large scars that looked like claw and bite marks. Marycovered her mouth in shock and Harry’s mouth hung open.

“The Lordis good. These wounds healed miraculously in a matter of two to three hours,”Hannibal continued as he pulled his shirt back down. “Several times the woundswould have been lethal had the Lord not been present. I’ve had them break bothmy arms and legs in many places at the same time. I’ve had them sever my spinein at least five different places on several occasions. I’ve also had themshred my internal organs to the point that I would spit up blood. They tried tokill me so many times that I lost count. But I give thanks to the Lord for Hismercy. It was during my stay at the village that I accepted Jesus as Lord andSavior. In fact, it was right after the expulsion of Dezarcus that theconversion took place. I learned about the love, mercy, and power of the Lordfrom them and very quickly realized that with the Lord, there was where thereal power resided. I lost everything I knew because of it. With the finaldeliverance, which just happens to be some twenty-six years ago today, I lostall of my occult powers: the remote vision, ability to levitate, ability toastral project and do physical harm to others, etc…, etc…. Even my ability tosee the spirit world was gone. I could no longer use any of those powers, evento defend myself because the source of those powers are demonic entities and inorder to use them, you have to let them in. With that last deliverance, thosepowers fled me because I had achieved a greater power, that of the LordJesus...the power of love, life, faith, mercy, charity. At the time, I didn’tunderstand but now I do. The Lord’s power is infinitely more powerful thanthose I had been dealing with. The power of Light and Life always trumps thepower of Darkness and Death. The Lord has been guiding my path ever since. Asto the job I have to do that the angel spoke of, the ultimate end of it I knownot, just that the way I’m going is the way the Lord wants me to go.”

Harry satthere in a continued stunned silence. “I had no idea; none at all,” he murmuredafter a lengthy silence. “That’s why Amacia has consumed all your time andworth. This is something the Lord wants you to do.”

“Yes, itis,” Hannibal replied, nodding. “Every place, every dig I’ve been to, everytrinket or priceless artifact I’ve found since I come out of the military haspushed me in that direction. I can’t escape it. Take the map I showed you lastweek. It was God-incident that I found it. Everyone had overlooked that tombbefore us. The Amulet, and of course, the replaceing of the Temple of Tiamat andthe replaceing of the Library is the same way...God incident. Do you realize thatin the Library under that incredible set of circumstances, I was led by theLord and found the key to deciphering that strange language on both the Amuletand the map?”

“You meanthe map is in that language too?” Harry asked with great surprise.

“Yes, theRosetta stone, so to speak, was found in the seventh sarcophagus, in thetwentieth book. On the hundred and fifty-third page, I found translations toboth ancient Sumerian and Egyptian. Once that was found, it was child’s play totranslate it to English,” Hannibal explained. “The Lord has been in this fromthe beginning. I don’t rightly understand it, but apparently, the Lord has hadthis job for me in His mind from the moment He decided to make me. He allowedme to be taken by the enemy and schooled by them in order to prepare me forthis one thing. I know it sounds nuts but at this point, I believe it. He hadme schooled in Pharaoh’s house I guess you could call it. He even allowed me tobe taken by over four hundred devils, including Dezarcus, who I am sure isanswerable to Lucifer only so I’d have the proper education to do this.”

Mary justsat there, feeling like a feather in the wind, helpless as to what to make orthink of this incredible exchange. Finally, she spoke up. “Let me see if Iunderstand what you’re telling me,” she said in a subdued tone. “You were oneof the most powerful men in the world because you were possessed by whole pile ofdemons because you were in the top levels of the occult world. Am I right sofar?”

Hannibalnodded affirmative. “Then the Lord had you take a wrong turn in the jungle andsaved you out of it because He has a job for you; still right?” Mary asked.

“Yes, that’sit in a nutshell,” Hannibal said, looking deep into her eyes and loving her asa sister. He noticed she was having a problem comprehending or accepting whatshe had heard. She started to speak but Hannibal spoke up first, being promptedby the Holy Spirit. “I can see that you are hesitating a little about what I’vetold you about my past,” he said softly. “It’s imperative that you know whatI’m saying is the truth.”

Hannibalslid from his seat and fell to his knees. Harry and Mary looked at each otherwith the look that said ‘What’s he doing now?’

Hannibalclasped his hands in front of him and prayed, “O Father in heaven. I have feltyour prompt and humbly ask that you open the eyes of both Harry and Mary sothat they may see and not doubt what I say. In Jesus name I humbly ask this,amen.”

Suddenly,the air shimmered in the living room. Harry and Mary looked at each other andmouthed ‘what the’.

Five angelsabruptly appeared in the living room with them: two standing either side ofHannibal, one behind Harry, one behind Mary, and one standing in the middle ofthe floor. Their brilliance was blinding. The two that stood with Hannibalhelped him to his seat as the one in the middle of the floor spoke. “Do not beafraid, Mary, Harry,” the angel instructed. “We are here because the Lord hascommanded us to give you understanding.” Both Harry and Mary looked aroundwildly with great fear rising in their hearts. When the angel spoke, the feardisappeared and the love of the Lord flowed into them.