Divine Intercession

Episode Eight

I found myself back at the Mormon temple. The demons were all dispensed, yet the barrier remained. I stepped inside, holding Demetri on my back, grounded by his massive weight. Michael made carrying him look effortless. He felt like my cross. Caught in the mess, I started—one of the few trying to end the blight or the rapture. As I stopped at the steps, I wondered why I had returned here. Both sides of good and evil seemed bottomless, unforgiving, and inhumane. No matter what, one will never know if they pleased God. Even Angels quake at the chance to appease God yet never truly know. These demons spent their lifetimes worshipping Samael. All for them to turn against him and kill him in his club. There seemed no end to evil or good. I wonder what awaits beyond good and evil?

After so much death and bloodshed in God's name, I had nothing left inside my soul but a yearning for peace. There had to be a way to stop either side from gaining victory. I didn't know it.

"Enoch, you've returned." Elder Young was wearing a white smock and a straw hat, holding a garden hose.

"Hey, I apologize for sending you to purgatory. I wasn't expecting what I saw." I bowed my head.

"All is forgiven by Jesus our savior, my young friend. It gave me time to think and reflect on far I came. I spent so much time living as this human. I had almost forgotten I was a demon. I dearly wanted to but was unable to forget." He began but shut his mouth quickly.

"You seem humbler than when we met."

"I was so close to descending into hell. I felt my very soul run cold." He shivered under the 90-degree sun.

"I came back for wisdom. I need a way to stop the rapture."

"The rapture is a catholic figment."

I shook my head, having no time for his deceptions, "I need to speak to Elder Price."

Elder Young nodded his head, giving a gesture to head inside.

"I pray you to have peace in your new life."

"What are you carrying? I must ask. The item seems so fascinating. The angel's technology is truly beyond our times." His fingers trailed the wrappings.

I set the casting down upright, displaying the demon seals and divine inscriptions.

"So, the rapture is real?"

I nodded quietly, unable to disappoint another person.

"I would ask God for mercy, but I'm too embarrassed at my foolishness. I must ask you to forgive my rudeness, my friend. I came out here to forget all about these things for a time. Please go about your business without my involvement." He waved me off.

"Wait. I have one question. How does one become a reformed demon?"

He looked insulted, but as his eyes looked over the scrolls once more, he began to piece things together, "What in God's name does an angel have a concern with a demon?"

"My friend was badly injured. The only option was to use a prayer known as the Divine Intercession. It secured him for now. However, the spell will end soon. I want to be able to help him on the other side."

"The Divine Intercession. One of the strongest prayers a mere mortal could utter. The Jabez Prayer and Divine Intercession could change a human's soul from evil to good. So, this is angel technology?"

We both looked behind us to see Elder Price with Sister Davies close by his side, helping him stand as his cane kept him steady. He was palming the scrolls. The scrolls began to hum to his touch. Tightening its wrapping, he ran his fingers along with the golden handles and the angel steel stave binding it all together.