Agent Finds a Warrior

Maria thought of the children within the house both born and unborn and something firmed within her soul, "I am weak, but my God is strong and by His strength I declare that you shall not pass!" Maria said, as she was prepared to die for the sake of the children.

The pitch of the sibilant whispers rose to a fever pitch of intensity as they prepared to assault her, but before they could two swords of living fire crossed over before her and drove the sudden shrieking horde backward, as the bearers of the two swords drove forward pressing the foul herd of darkness back.

Maria gazed at the two individuals before her with more terror than she had felt at the exposure to the dark menace of the horde. There was something far more powerful in the governing influence of the two individuals than any other force of power within the arena of spiritual conflict.

Suddenly Maria recognized them. They had been at the metro station!

They had been the ones who had given her provisions for the journey!

Swallowing she glanced to the left and the right and saw more of them stationed along the walls of the villa and elsewhere. God had been here all along with deliverance, she just hadn't seen it until now.

They were angels and she was sure of it now, even as she was more sure of her faith in God than ever before in her life. Her faith felt as if it had bloomed inside of her overnight into an all-consuming fire that had left no part of her untouched in its quest to burn away the old and give birth to new life.

One of the two angels stepped forward and laid a hand on Flint's back as he still prayed against the pillar and seemed to begin strengthening him in some way. The other angel came to stand beside her at the door as the crowd of moaning spirits ping-ponged around the courtyard as if caught within an invisible trap.

Maria's eyes left the angelic being beside her to find out what had become of Elon. He was still there gripped by fire, but the fire was less intense and the countenance of the demonic manifestation was panicked as if it was losing control.

The demon's plight was not what she cared for. All her eyes took in was how Elon looked. He was in great pain, which caused her heart to bleed, as if she had suffered from a mortal blow herself.

She glanced away from the struggle to the angel beside her. His presence of power and majesty of bearing made her feel small and insignificant, but surely that was a lie she told herself. For while made of lower stature in honor than the angels had not her God showed her that she was far from insignificant, as He had saved her in the moment of her dire need?