were members of a satanic cult and their
ritual was dark, disgusting and
blasphemous to God. Never specifying this
truth to their followers, they always used
terms which were vague and misleading. In
truth, they were the darkest of the dark, as
evil as souls may get, and their master was
Satan. Sad... so very sad.
Threatening to cut Andy with the
knives, I approached them, grabbing the arm
of the guy who did not have a hold of Andy.
Repeating their intentions, they said, "If you
participate in our 'ritual,' we won't harm
him." Pausing, I very quietly replied, "You
see, we have a little problem with that."
"What's that?" he asked. "Well... "I paused,
"I... loooooooooooove... Jesus."
Silence permeated the place for
several moments, and then you could hear a
faint growl coming from his mouth. Holding
my ground, they still threatened Andy, so I
shouted to him. "Run! Get out of here. I'll
take care of these two," but Andy wouldn't
leave. Realizing I would have to aid him in
departure before I could deal with the souls
of these Satanists, I used heavenly gifts to
attain our freedom. Even so, I sustained
several energetic bolts to the chest which
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(Brent)
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