When the man spoke, his voice was out of the ordinary. It was as if a thousand legions spoke at once. It was a monster-like sound that resonated the room and everything in it. "I say don't call that name!" And in few seconds, everything changed to how it was, like nothing had happened. Only the pastor remained coughing. He wasn't a stranger in the knowledge of the paranormal, and it dawned on him that he was dealing with a Supernatural!
The messenger grinned. "To obey is better than sacrifice.1Samuel15:22," he urged the pastor to sit down with a gesture of his hand, sipped his water-turned-whiskey, and continued: "The countdown starts at midnight. Tick tock," He looked at the painting he had seen earlier and laughed. "Pastor, the sooner you recognize that sin which threatens your paradise, the better. I'm sure you'd like to save your family and everything precious to you"
"What do you mean by saving my family and everything precious to me?"
"Don't be naive now. Job didn't even sin and those things happened to him. I suggest you expect the worst. Chichi and the kids might even die, who knows?"
The pastor didn't realize it, but a tear trickled down his left cheek. The man saw this. "Oh, poor Pastor Brown, you can cry thick blood but this cup will still not pass away from you. The faster you think, the better. And, permit me to chip this in, your prayers are useless at this point. A deal has been struck you know, so, no help from Heaven," he raised the bottle a little higher to inspect the quantity of liquid that remained in the bottle. "Oops, I'm running out of this stuff. I better leave now," he took three steps toward the door now and turned to the Pastor "Would you like a hint?"
"Yes," Pastor Brown replied in a shaky voice.
"The best you can do now is to think hard and logically. Being spiritual won't help you, Heaven has left you on your own. And don't forget that paradise at long last depends on these coming seven days," he winked and continued his movement toward the door. When he opened the door, he turned to the pastor once again.
"Thanks for the whiskey, or should I say water," he gave a short
Laugh "and I must say that this is a nice office in a nice church. I'll be in touch."
He left, closing the door gently after himself. The pastor sank down from his chair to the floor and wept
bitterly.