Submit yourself therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

James 4:7 ESV

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I was born into a world where reapers of the shadows roamed freely and ruled supreme for centuries. Where humans had begged to work with the enemy to show power over their own kind, only to be stabbed in the back the very next second. Well, stabbed in the neck. With fangs.

Soon, I was given a brother who was a ball of sunshine. His hair represented it too. In a world where shadows had crept up on every corner of the earth . . . the universe, my brother was the light in my dark tunnel. But soon, it had become tainted. Dim. Dull. Extinguished.

His eyes that once resembled the sky now mimics the deep end of the sea. Where all the unknown sea creatures and monsters lurks around and exist. My brother had gradually became the embodiment of recklessness and destruction. He would eradicate anything that walked down his path and demands to have anything he sees. He became a wrecking ball with emotional spasms.

But. . . I couldn't blamed him.

The world had made us like this. Our parents had made us like this. They had left us alone to be with the reapers. We had to defend ourselves from this cruel and selfish world.

I couldn't say, 'I became like him' because I was already like him.

But then. . . I met her.

A little girl. The fair maiden who looked like an angel. Her long hair was straight and black as a raven's feather. It cascades down her back in waves which framed her heart face perfectly. Her eyes were as green as an enchanted forest. There was something about her that I couldn't keep my eyes off.

She would visit the shelter that my brother and I stayed at and would always wave at us.

One day, she sat down with my brother and I, and recite a scripture to us from the Bible.

"Put on the whole armor of God," she sings in a cheery tone, picking at her teddy bear's button eyes. "That you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil."

During that time, I was puzzled about what she was saying, but now I understand.

She continues, "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood." She then looks at me. With each word the lass spoke, it hits me like a two-edged sword.

"But against rulers. Against the authorities. Against the cosmic powers over this present darkness. Against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places."

Everything she said describes the world so perfectly.

Slowly, I became like her, who became herself from believing in Him. The Almighty God Yahweh. Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Holy Spirit.

As we got closer, she told me a secret about her. She had a gift. She told me God had blessed his children with powers which can be used to defeat evil in the world. The girl showed me a few things that she can do with her powers; create fire out of thin air, make a crater into the earth, read my mind, transform a flower into a butterfly and a leaf into a cookie. I ate it.

Although the experience was harmless and entertaining, deep down inside, I was angry. Here I was, defenseless and desperately wanting to help my people and conquer the bloodreapers, when she had powers that could create black holes. I asked her why she didn't use her powers to fight the bloodreapers, but she was silent.

I wasn't able to asked her that question again because after that day, she never came back to visit the orphanage.

I met the girl who made me and break me in less than a year. The seed she planted in me grew stronger and stronger since that day. As my brother and I put in effort to become devout warriors of Christ, God came and fixed us as we was. He made us whole and new.

When I was angry at my brother for loosing himself in his emotions, God find him.

When I was angry at the world for being so cruel and selfish, God made me loving and kind.

When I was angry at the reapers for destroying the world and killing humans, God blessed me with spiritual prowess and gave me a victorious mentor to strengthen myself so I can vanquish the nocturnal demons.

When I was depressed about my parents leaving my brother and I, God comfort me.

When I was angry at the girl who never came back to the orphanage, God send me visions of her doing alright.

What I needed to win this war wasn't revenge. What I need was faith. What I need was God.