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EPISODE 7

Ledi went home first.

He took a long shower and then slipped into a beautiful tuxedo that fitted his frame well.

And then he left home, taking a sleek, robust black Hummer this time.

Ledi drove leisurely through the streets with his sounds blasting at high volume, barely paying attention to the frenetic and diabolic activities of the spirits and principalities around town.

His first stop was at a news vendor’s stall to purchase editions of the day’s major newspapers. His second stop was at a restaurant where he ordered grilled fish and yam chips, and his favourite dessert, kelewele.

Ledi ate slowly as he read the newspapers.

He wasn’t surprised to see that Mrs. Ami Agorkorli was still in there as one of the major news items. Her public striptease was still raging. According to one of the newspapers she hadn’t been seen in public since then.

One newspaper quoted her husband, the powerful Reverend Torgbor Agorkorli, whose position was the fact that the devil had targeted his wife to bring his ministry down, but they were very much united and the scandal would not separate them. He still loved his wife, and would still stay close to her.

They would overcome it, and move on stronger in the harvest of the Lord.

Most of the newspapers came to the irrefutable conclusion that Ami Agorkorli’s spat as a politician was over now.

The dent was irreparable, and no damage-control measures would work.

She was done.

Ledi hurriedly perused the other newspapers, and then he folded them up, bought a small bottle of water, and then went back to his car.

Almost forty minutes later, he turned into the driveway of the Agorkorli Estate.

Like most young and powerful pastors springing up in the system, Reverend Torgbor had a big flashy home with cars parked in the courtyard. Many cars were parked outside when Ledi swung into the parking lot.

Obviously a lot of sympathisers still came around to commiserate with the family for the ‘works of the enemy’ that had exposed them to public ridicule.

Others had also come for consultation and having their problems brought to the Lord. At the entrance Ledi was asked by some junior pastors in a small air-conditioned room whether he was coming as an individual to visit the pastor, or he had come for consultation.

Ledi said he was there to see the pastor on an urgent issue.

He was given a form to fill, and he shook his head with wonder at the bureaucratic drudgery that went on in the house of a pastor.

It was as if he were rather going to visit the president of America.

One of the junior pastors later showed him to another room to wait his turn to meet Reverend Torgbor Agorkorli.

The sheer number of people in the room awaiting their turn made Ledi’s mouth drop open with absolute shock. This just could not be possible!

It was virtually a crowd in an air-conditioned room.

He turned away and headed for the door.

“Please, sir, you have to wait here,” the junior pastor who had brought him said earnestly.

“I seriously can’t wait, mister,” Ledi said as he opened the door and went out. “I’ll see him at the main house myself.”

“Oh, but you can’t do that!” the young man wailed plaintively. “You’ll have to wait here, sir! You’ll get me in trouble if you go in there unannounced, sir!”

“Then announce me,” Ledi said as he set off briskly across the grass toward the elegant main house.

“It doesn’t work like that, sir!” the young man cried. “You have to wait your turn to see the Apostle.”

“Ah, he’s now an Apostle, is he?” Ledi Pedi said with a cold grin. “Well, nope, I can’t wait. I see him now!”

The agitated young man stopped and looked after Ledi.

“Well, you leave me with no choice then, sir,” he said, and his young voice was quite unsteady. “You force me to adopt measures I regret to use, sir!”

“Don’t worry, Junior,” Ledi said as he continued walking. “Adopt all the measures you want.”
The junior pastor promptly took a phone from his pocket and dialled as Ledi continued to walk purposely toward the main house.

Soon he heard engines behind him, and then two huge cars came round and swung in front of him, cutting off his move toward the house. He saw that there were heavily-armed ‘macho’ men in the cars. They jumped down, holding guns, and came toward him.

The junior pastor was in the lead, and his face was harsh now.

“I warned you, sir!” he said coldly. “Please, you can’t go in. You’re no longer even allowed to see the Apostle. We’ll escort you to your car now. You have to leave.”

Ledi stopped and slowly took off his sunglasses.

“Well now, ain’t this grand!” he said coldly. “Guns in the house of the Lord. Wow, I never imagined the day. Only thing is, I have no time to jaw-jaw with you lot.”

The junior pastor shook his head once, obviously shocked, and then he turned to a huge man who was now pointing a gun at Ledi.

“Mr. Sowah, kindly escort this man out, please,” the pastor said.

The huge man gestured with the gun, his face mean.

“Move, man,” he said in a menacing voice.

“Sleep, man, all of you!” Ledi said simply, waving his hand. “If I be the servant of the Most High God, with the power of the name of the resurrected Jesus Christ in me, I bid you all to sleep.”

And that was that.

The armed men and all the people on the compound began to fall down one after the other, all of them falling into comfortable sleeps.

The junior pastor gaped at Ledi, his face expressing his terror, his whole body trembling fiercely as he came dangerously close to a heart attack.

“Wh-who a-are yo-you?” he whispered with uncontrollable terror. “Are yo-you Je-Je-Jesus?”

“No, Nebuchadnezzer rather, you fool. Sleep, dude,” Ledi said, and the man keeled over and hit the ground in a deep sleep.

And at that precise moment the weather changed suddenly.

The sun was now a terrible green haze in the sky.

The sky itself was red as if it were bleeding up there. A cold wind was beginning to blow, and then thunder smashed through the whole ground, followed by dazzling flashes of terrible lightning.

Ledi Pedi looked up, and saw that deep in the sky were two horrible red eyes looking murderously down at him.

“Ah, and there you are, Kuman-Po-Guru,” Ledi said with a mean smile. “Aren’t we having fun, bro?”

He moved on, skirting the bodies littering the grounds and the verandas, all of them in deep sleep. No matter what happened, they would wake up later with no recollection of what had happened.

By that time Ledi would either be dead, or standing tall in his calling.

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed as he mounted the stairs to the porch of the main house. He approached the ornate door and threw it open.

He found himself in the huge, incredibly-luxurious living-room of Reverend Torgbor Agorkorli.

Many bodies were lying at various places of the room, all of them asleep…

Men, women and children…all of them sleeping.

But there were two people in the room who were not sleeping.

Reverend and Mrs. Agorkorli were standing in the middle of the room, and Ami was absolutely petrified with fear.

“Who are you, demon!” Ami Agorkorli screamed at Ledi with tears running down her face. “Why are you doing this to us, to my husband? Why can’t you leave us alone? Are you here to kill us, you vile murderer?”

She was shaking with fear as she held her husband tightly for protection.

Reverend Agorkorli’s right arm was around his wife’s waist as he glared fiercely at Ledi Pedi.

He was a stout man, tall and muscular, and evidently very strong. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way.

The man of God was dressed in a beautifully-designed white African ‘agbada’ dress.

And blazing on his forehead, in sickening blood-red element, was the mark of the beast: 666.

Thunder boomed suddenly, shattering some glasses of the windows, and lightning criss-crossed dangerously into the room.

Mrs. Ami Agorkorli screamed with fear as she clutched her husband tightly.

Ledi Pedi sighed and took a step toward them, and he noticed how Reverend Agorkorli’s eyes suddenly changed and became a terrible, sickening red!

Kuman-Po-Guru had descended…

And it had occupied the body of Reverend Agorkorli.

Ledi Pedi pointed a finger at the screaming Mrs. Agorkorli.

“Be silent, woman! Now!” he said harshly, and she clamped her mouth shut immediately.

“Listen, Ami, and listen well!” Ledi said fiercely. “I don’t have time to explain to you what is happening, so listen carefully. You can leave here alive, or dead. Your husband has sold his soul to the Devil for money and power. As part of the bargain he made, you had to humiliate yourself publicly, and that was why a demon of old caused you to striptease in public. The next phase is for you to get pregnant and give birth to a son, and then you’ll die suddenly after giving birth.”

The woman shook her head numbly, her face aghast, shocked.

“No, no, you evil man!” she whispered. “I won’t believe that! No! Not my husband! You lying bastard!”

Ledi Pedi’s eyes became hard and mean.

“Look, I don’t give a damn about you, woman!” he hissed fiercely. “I’m just trying to help you. Your husband sacrificed you because he knows what you did with his father ten years ago!”

This time Ami Agorkorli moaned and moved away suddenly from her husband, shaking her head suddenly, tears falling down her face which was torn with anguish and absolute horror.

“Oh, no!” she whispered, torn to her very depths. “Oh, no, no, no! No, don’t, please, oh no! Say something, Torg, please, love! Say it’s not true!”

The Apostle looked darkly at his wife.

“I know you slept with my father, Ami!” he hissed viciously. “I’ve known for a long time!”

Ami Agorkorli dropped to her knees as tears gushed down her face, and she was wringing her hands in anguish as she looked at her husband.

“Oh, Torg!” she whispered, absolutely shattered. “He was dying, and he threatened to cut you off from his will if I didn’t do it! He was evil, my love! I knew just how much you needed that inheritance! Oh! Oh, Lord! Thunder strike me, a million earthquakes strike me! I did it for you, Torg, please! For you, because I loved you so much! And it was once, and he died two days afterwards!”

“Your husband knew all about it,” Ledi Pedi said softly. “It is a generational curse. Kuman-Po-Guru has selected this family, and the first born son is always the demon’s host. The condition is always the same. A father would introduce his son to the demon at the right time, and then a woman was selected that would give birth to the next host.”

“What are you talking about?” Ami Torgbor enquired with absolute torture on her face. “I don’t understand. You’re confusing me!”

“When you slept with your father-in-law, it completed the last stage of the demonic ritual that launched your husband’s fake life as a pastor and a miracle worker. Now, Ami, the demon is inside your husband now. A year from now you’ll give birth to a son, and he would be the future host for the demon.

And then you will die in a humiliating way. Your son will grow up, and your husband will introduce him to Kuman-Po-Guru. Your son will take a woman, and your husband will sleep with your son’s wife before he dies, just like your father-in-law used a ploy to sleep with you. And the cycle will continue!”

Ami’s mouth was opened so widely with such shock that it appeared as if she had lockjaw. Still on her knees, she looked at her husband with the face of a haunted woman, her pain etched deeply on face.

“Tell me he’s lying, Torg, please!” she murmured as her tears blazed down her face like molten rock. “Please, my love!”

Torgbor Agorkorli roared insanely, and the mark of the beast blazed wildly on his forehead as the demon in him began to force itself to the fore.

His eyes blazed a terrible red, and Ami saw this, and she screamed fiercely with fear.

“Listen to me, Ami,” Ledi said, and his face was dark. “You were a true Christian once, before you met this evil bastard and his father. Where we are now, I can’t help you. You need to pray, and find your way back to God, or you’ll be lost to them forever. They can’t kill you, because you’re the only one who can give birth to the next host for the demon. But you must pray, and find your way back to God, or you’ll have a very bleak future!”

Ami was on her feet and running.

“Jesus save me, Jesus save me, Precious Jesus save me!” she was screaming as she ran.

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