The pastor tried to speak but he was cut short. "Sshhh. Yeah. There's really no easy way to say this," he clicked his tongue and sat down. "Take your seat, pastor," the cleric obeyed. The visitor clicked his tongue again and continued; "The hour is come, Man of God. Your work on earth has been fulfilled and you'll have to leave this earth. I mean it's time to die, Brown."
"What?"
The messenger sipped his whiskey again. "You know, you've been a good shepherd to the flock of the Son of Man. In fact you've earned the respect of the dark side. It's just unfortunate that there's a tiny spot on your white garment."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me right, Brown. Heaven would have been assured for you if not for this tiny stain."
The pastor was agitated. He stood up and shouted: "The devil is a liar!"
"Hush, hush now, pastor. Call him by his true name, Lucifer."
The pastor thought he saw a flicker of red light in the man's eyes for a split second. He couldn't be sure. The man grinned at him again and sipped his magical whiskey.
"The light has struck a deal with darkness because you have been accused by Lucifer, as it was in the days of Job."
"Jesus Christ."
"Nah. Calling him the Son of Man is fine by me. Let's try to avoid calling the name you just called, are we clear?"
The pastor was trying to make sense of what was happening. Everything looked surreal. He was soaked in his own sweat but he remained silent.
"Nonetheless Pastor Brown, I must say you're a lucky man because you've been given some time to wash your garment clean," he stood up and stared the pastor in the face with a stern look now. "Seven days to acknowledge and repent from that sin which may cost you paradise or we'll welcome you in hell."
"I rebuke it in Jesus' name!"
This got the man angry. His eyes shone full red now, smoke came out of his nostrils and it seemed the well-lit decent room became dark all of a sudden. There was a very strong wind which came from neither of the four cardinal points. With the move of his hand, the pastor was above with head nearly touching the ceiling. He was clutching his own throat and gasping for breath. The man was choking him!