Free Agent finds a Warrior by Guy Stanton III Page A

think I’d ever seen Flint more
afraid before than he was right now. I put an arm around him and
gripped him tightly.
    It wasn’t the swirling horde of invading
demons that gave him fear, but rather the thought of what might be
required of him. I knew full well how the story of Job and the loss
of his children was even now emblazoning its way across his
consciousness. Actually I didn’t. I’d never been a father so I
didn’t truly know what a father might be feeling right now.
    “Ask for your heart’s desires according to
God’s will and it shall be done. But it has to be God’s will.”
    Flint nodded, as his forehead pressed
against the pillar even as he gripped it as Sampson would’ve had
with all his strength.
    I turned away praying inside that Flint
walked away from this night with not only what he had entered it
with, but far more as well. It was in God’s hands either to bless
or curse. To build up or tear down.
    I stepped out into the middle of the
courtyard, as I was surrounded by the jabbering horde of darkness
that flowed in from every side. I wanted to let anger reign in me
and scream at them, but that was not how it was done.
    “What is your authority in assailing a
righteous man’s house this night? Who among you will give voice to
the answer that I seek?”
    “We are many! So many! We hunger!!!” Came
the response of a horde.
    Anger did come out of me then, “So get a
group discount and go feed on a herd of pigs somewhere! I command
by the power of the living Savior that you state your reason for
being here now or forever hold your peace and be gone!”
    The jabbering silenced and in another
section of the courtyard not far from me a dark cloud coalesced
into the shape of a woman. Laughter split the night air in a
hedonistically ribald fashion that only left me chilled.
    “Elon, Elon calm down! One would begin to
think you had begun to lose your nerve. Are you Elon? Are you
losing it after all these many years?” The voice was feminine in
its form of liquid seductive influence and I searched my memory for
where I’d heard it before.
    “Has it come to you yet honey?” Soothed the
voice as the form of a woman stepped forward toward me sashaying in
an erotic fashion that only repulsed me for I knew what it was and
I was not deceived by my eyes into believing it was one of the most
beautiful women the world had ever known. Beauty can ever be
deceiving.
    “I believe your host’s name was Ishtar.”
    She laughed coyly all seductive in her
response, “Not was honey. Here I am in the flesh.”
    It was my turn to laugh, only there was no
humor in it or the warmth that Maria loved, “It does you no good to
lie to me familiar spirit, as it would seem you have forgotten that
it was I that lopped your earthly host’s head off.”
    She pressed up against me with a sibilant
hiss, “Tsk tsk tsk you had to go remember that didn’t you, but you
and I can still have fun can’t we?” She said temptingly her full
lips close to mine.
    I met the flatness of her soulless eyes and
said, “Take a breath mint your breath still reeks of hell.”
    With a smile that showed teeth she flounced
away from me and then indicating Maria in the distance she turned
back to me her full lips pursed erotically, as she cupped and
lifted her full breasts, “Now what does she have that I don’t?”
    I wasn’t impressed with her vulgar display
of herself, “A soul for starters. How about an everlasting love
relationship with the Heavenly Father, while you rot in hell fire.
Sexy enough for you?”
    All pretense was dropped by her, as her skin
split apart to reveal red and black visions of hell, even as her
facial features twisted into something grotesque instead of the
alluring vision they had been before. She roared at me with a sound
of fury that no non-possessed person or beast of nature would ever
have manifested.
    “Glad to see we’re getting somewhere
finally. Now what is your purpose in being here?”
    The being