Worthy (Complete)

Chapter 9

Miranda couldn't remember ever having such a strong call from the Lord to pray. Heaviness weighed on her like a boulder, making it hard to concentrate on her words. The text she received from Katelyn only confirmed and added to her unrest. She remained on bended knees, the urgency in her prayers increasing as a vision flooded the screen of her mind.

Hundreds of horrifying beings in different sizes stood in rows upon rows on the left hand side of an open field. Their curved swords were held out in front of them. Low growls could be heard throughout the ranks as they revealed their long, pointed teeth behind their snarled lips

She panned the sight in front of her again. A rundown house sat yards in front of the angry horde of demons. A young girl stood frozen with fear on the porch. Her shrill screams not only reached her ears, but they seemed to hype up the demons as well. It was as if each scream increased their restlessness and desire to attack. Something held them back, although she wasn't sure what. She glanced back and forth between the girl and the demons, as she whispered prayers through her quivering lips.

The crowd parted as each demon stepped aside and made way for an unseen force. She could feel its crushing presence and strained to see it, but the darkness kept it hidden until it finally stepped out in front of its enraged army.

A loud gasp escaped before she could cover her mouth. The large demon turned his head, his eyes red and empty bore into her. She quickly ducked down in the tall grass around her. Fear tried to grip her, but she prayed against it.

"Get her, Ackmen! We must stop her annoying prayers."

"Yes, Melti."

She heard them hiss to one another, but she continued to pray, ignoring the thunderous footsteps that came in her direction. They stopped inches from her bent body. She looked up into the eyes of the hideous figure that stood over her, but to her surprise he looked right through her.

"I don't see her," Ackmen said.

"You incompetent failure! Get back over here. It's almost time to claim her," Melti ordered.

Miranda opened her tear-filled eyes. What Katelyn was up against was much worse than she could have ever imagined. Almost an hour passed but there was still no relief, her spirit remained unsettled.

"Lord, I don't know what's going on, but no matter how long it takes, I'll remain in prayer for Katelyn. Please protect her, Father."

She made several phone calls requesting prayer before returning to her own.

Hushed whispers flowed from some hidden place within. A place she didn't know existed. Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks like a waterfall. She raised her hands towards heaven in adoration and worship of her Savior. Whatever was going on, she knew that He was the only one who could help.

Latar passed back and forth across the rugged floor, his long nails scraped the walls leaving behind an indented streak. Thoughts of taking out his frustration on the heavenly army crossed the distorted waves of his mind. "They have no idea what awaits them tonight! How can they be so careless? Do they really think tonight will end well for them?"

Latar's lower ranking demons that always accompanied him, cowered in his presence. "Well?" His voice echoed off the walls.

"We don't know, sir," they replied in unison.

His eyes narrowed as pure hatred radiated from them. "I don't know either. But they will learn a hard lesson tonight."

"Latar, sir," a demon bowed, "Melti has arrived."

"Send him in."

Melti passed through the open archway, head held high. "Ackmen called for backup. It appears our enemy has arrived."