My father, Nam was captured to the shock of everyone and locked indoor.
My mom and the rest of the family members were crying. They had lost me. Now facing the fact that our father would soon be murdered in cold blood left them heartbroken.
"Follow me quickly!" My angel said and I flew with him to a suspension tunnel to which he told me it was a storeroom of weapons.
We went in the midst of mighty chains that were formed by iron rods.
"What are these chains for?" I asked him.
"Whenever anyone of the righteous ones binds a demon, this is where chains are taken to have their declaration sealed." He explained
Then I looked and in the middle there was a mighty one that doubled ten of the lesser ones.
"What about that one? Why is it looking different?" I asked curious
"That is the chain reserved for Lucifer on the day he will be chair and thrown into the lake of fire." He explained again and I nodded my head in satisfaction.
I was dressed ready for battle and flew with the angel to the battle field were death himself was gathered - the gods who were nothing but mare demons in disguise fighting to retain their blood sucking scheme over Buruku kindred, Misha and her cohorts, next to her Varoroths the demon whose purpose is to snatch destiny boxes, Lucifer himself with his cohort and hell present.
Misha was counseled to appear in the body of Magdalene in order to weaken me. This was because seeing her in the form of Magdalene would make me feel pained to hurt her.
As I stood with my angel watching, a host consisting of millions of angels descended down, all armed and ready for battle.
Then the curtains of the sky rent in pieces and darkness fell upon the land as swords fretted swords and spirits battled to defend their integrity.
With the sword of the word of God in my hand now looking better and bigger, I was swinging from one end to the other and falling upon the Spirits of darkness as they disappeared to hell.
The Battle was fierce, I mean greatly fierce. It took quit a time and everything went calm. I heard a big bang that made the earth to tremble. Then the sky returned to her place revealing the state of the battle field.
Lucifer had disappeared back to hell. As I watched, a mighty angel stood ashore a mountain with a ray of light beaming from him. This was Micheal, the prince of the Lord's army. As I saw him, I smiled and turned to the center where I had personally fought.
I saw the angels putting hold to their chains with which they took captives. Misha, Varoroths and all their Cohorts.
I turned to my left and saw another captives taken with chains encompassing them.
They were the gods who were defeated and bonded with chains with which the mighty angels dragged them to the dungeon of hell were they would spend eternity until hell give them up to the lake of fire.
Then with a gentle force, Micheal flew to me with a smile beaming on his face. He took hold of my left arm and saw the inscription on it; "Nam"
"The battle is over! Return home now and prepare your father to join us." He said letting go my hand.
When I heard him Said "Prepare your father to join us" I could not curtail the joy at the moment. It was so much.
"Your father is injured and won't recover from it until he pass to glory. Return home now! Don't forget to be back with the diary." He told me and was out of sight.
I knew at the moment that my father was going to die but never the less, the most important news was that he now stand a chance to make it to heaven if he accepts to give his life to Jesus Christ.
"I have fully enjoyed your company servant of the most high God, but now it is time to return back to flesh so you could save your father from the agony of the flames of hell." My angel told me and I saw him no more.
Suddenly, I started dissolving into smokes of air and found myself trapped back into my body as I regained my consciousness.
I began to feel energy regenerating back into me and my heart beating fast. I opened my eyes slightly and they came in contact with a man on the line of those viewing my body before burial.
The man threw the booklet he was holding and took to his heels.
Others who didn't witnessed anything followed after him, running aimlessly.
Some brave men walked over to my coffin to inspect it and find out why people were running and shouting I was alive.
Coming close to me, they found me struggling in the coffin and they exclaimed; "He's alive! David is alive!" "My son is alive!" My mom's voice was heard who ran to check the coffin herself.
People started regrouping back in fear as the young men assisted me to a sitting position.
I was weak, too week to talk, so I was immediately conveyed to the hospital were I was given the proper attention as I gained restoration back to life.
On the hospital bed, I begged for my father to be brought before me and they went for him. He was fetched from where he was locked awaiting the ritual that was warranted for a wizard before his life was going to be required from him.
I called to my bed side as many people I could call and share a summary of what I had encountered in the spirit world for the past three months. I told them about the diary which I couldn't wait to see physically.
"Inside the coffin is a rusty diary. Please bring it to me." I ordered and they went into the room my coffin was laid and opened it. Among the books placed in my coffin was a rusty ancient looking book that was patched together - it was the diary. Because of it, my story was believed hundred percent.
At that very moment, everyone went on their knees and gave their lives to Jesus Christ. It was here that the global salvation assignment began in the land of Buruku. Among those who repented was my father; Ake Agure Kyume Gbateman Nam. It was a great day of joy and fulfilling of Prophecy.
I knew that spirits and mortals are only neighbors with a tiny fence between them.
From this moment onward, there would be no Misha, no Varoroths and no cohorts, but Lucifer wasn't done yet. Among the seven stones of destruction, only two were deployed. There was five more awaiting me, but glory to God I had overcomed the first and the second.
Magdalene was now both a dead girl and a dead spirit trapped in the flames of eternal hell.
After a week of my father's salvation, one of his leg began to rot. This defiled treatment, so I turned to God in prayers and after praying for a while, my angel revealed to me that it was an injury he had sustained at the course of the arrows fired at him by the gods.
"Will he be healed?" I asked
"No! He will be called home seven more days." He told me
Within the seven more days of his sojourn on earth, I doctored him to details on God and his kingdom, preparing him for the great day.
Then one Sunday morning, the bridge between darkness and light; Ake Agure Kyume Gbateman Nam passed into glory.