To Eternity and Beyond

Chapter 6: THE LAST BATTLE AND THE ETERNAL DISPENSATION

"What?!" Satan blared in utter rage on his throne as all his Generals—especially Crocell—stood trembling in front of him. "I'm not hearing you well. Do you mean to tell me that a whole three-legion of demons could not hold just fourteen angels down?!"
Intense fear was pounding Crocell's heart and his knees and hands were visibly shaking. "We did . . . your er . . . lordsh . . . we caged them but . . . but . . . but . . ."
"Speak up, you fool!" Satan shouted, getting up angrily from his throne. He was filled with madness and could not take any iota of what the worthless Generals were telling him. "But what?!"
"But a little team of cherubs penetrated. . . our . . . our defense lines and broke into . . . broke into the dungeons to res . . . cue them."
"Bastard!" Satan hopped towards him and landed a severe slap on the demon's face. "And you couldn't stop them all. You allowed them slip through our hands."
"I'm so sorry, my lord . . ." Crocell was begging on the floor, literally in tears. "I made a grave mistake!" By now all the Generals were cowering in tremendous fear. Satan's fury was something they never wanted to even think of seeing.
"You're begging me?!" Satan's madness multiplied as Crocell kept on begging. No doubt, Crocell and the other demon sentries had spoilt his plan—spoilt the only source of hope he had for winning the war—by allowing the angels escape from the prison.
"Beelzebub!" He yelled quickly, calling his highest prince—his trusted bodyguard also.
"My lord!" A horrifying-looking Beelzebub grunted as he appeared in front of Satan.
"Take this worthless scum," Satan said pointing at Crocell on the floor, "and lock him up in same cell where those angels escaped from.
"You make a fool of me, this is what you're going to get. I always thought you were very wise and shrewd. Yet a little team of cherubs has disgraced you in the face. Fool!" Satan hissed angrily as Beelzebub bounded Crocell with chains and dragged him to the dungeon in the tower. He was never going to let Crocell get away just like that. The escape of the angels was shredding his heart each time he recollected the event.
"We have to prepare ourselves adequately for our next battle," Satan briefed the remaining commanders and Generals still standing in front of him. "Due to grave losses we've heard, we have to use today to restock, restrategize and make other arrangements. You all should see to it immediately. Then tomorrow, we make a full head-on attack, it must be our final battle, on the camp of the angels and forcefully drive them out. There are no more supports from other planets so I shall lead this battle personally in my unrivalled invincible form:
"The great dragon!" Satan breathed as smoke came out of his nostrils.
Immediately, all the Generals bowed before him and started hailing him. "The great dragon!"
Seeing that, Satan was very glad. A crooked smile ran across his features immediately. He knew he was ready for the final battle.

The Final Stand of the Dragon
The angels couldn't contain their joy as they saw Boaz and the knights return safely with the previously detained angels. Medics had to quickly attend to the angels in order to hasten their recovery. Michael had no doubt in Boaz. He knew he was capable and versatile enough to penetrate the defences of Satan rescue their brothers. And he really did.
By now, Gabriel and Uriel and all their forces had returned from the various battles of planets in the numerous realms—victoriously. It was time for them to quickly strategize on how to completely uproot Satan and his remaining forces from the heavenlies.
"One more strike. We hit it hard. We hit it strong where it would pain most and flush these beings from here," Michael said as all the war chiefs met again to plan.
"We shouldn't attack from one major front," Gabriel advised. "This cosmic strata is in planes so we have to approach from different elevations and eventually take all the battles to Satan's mountain and strongholds."
"I say we strike at the first watch tomorrow," Raphael said. "They would never expect us attacking by that time. By that time, they most likely would still be making preparations for the upcoming battle. So they would not be fully prepared."
Michael gave his trademark calm smile, stroking his flaxen beard. "Nice game, Chiefs, nice game."
"We must launch all our offences together—the Rakavish, knights, archers, catapults and all. This way, we create an insuppressible bombardment on all fronts." Raguel added.
"I advise, let me lead my division from the lower elevation planes. No retreating demon would escape our heat, I assure you," a confident Chrioni said.
"All right, this is strategy we'll use, Chiefs, from the Spirit," Michael cleared his voice. "Like Gabriel has said, we'll employ an indirect approach tactic. I would attack from the top elevation, Chrioni and his angels from below, then Gabriel and Uriel on the flanks and mid planes. Barakiel would help us launch thunders.
"We besiege the strongholds, strike the forces of Satan hard and evacuate them all out of this place. I would face Lucifer personally. Again."
There was a wave of silence blowing in.
"That's it chiefs, the Chief Commander has spoken," Gabriel addressed.
"This time," Michael said with the most determined face ever, "we nock, we aim well, we fire and . . . we win!"
All the war chiefs left immediately to begin preparing their units for their respective roles and giving them other briefings.
Just at the first watch of the next day, in the dark territories of the demons, the angels launched their surprise attack. All over, there was pandemonium amidst the demons who were still unprepared. Chrioni led his host first from the lower elevation planes and they alone attacked first with few archers accompanying them. This was to feign a minority of force in the battle.
While the demons were still trying to regroup and counter the little host, Uriel stormed on them with all his command from the flank, nudging deep into the mid planes. Then Gabriel's command also launched out of concealment to rout the retreating hordes of demons. There was practically no breathing space led for the forces of Satan.
Soon, all the demons with their Generals in the lower elevation planes were totally subdued. The angels didn't waste time in expelling them. Right there, they cast all the demons out of the planes, down to the Earth. Accomplishing that, they proceeded to the planes of higher elevation—the plane were Satan himself dwelt.
Satan had been informed of the early surprising attack the angels had launched. Knowing how weak his army was, he concluded that the demons on the lower elevation planes were bound to lose and be thrown out of their place in the heavens. Desperately, he headed outside his stronghold with his remaining demons and princes on the mountain of pandemonium, ready to counter Michael and the angels. He immediately transformed himself into his most cherished so-called invincible form: the dragon.
The dragon was very fierce, mighty and ferocious-looking, having seven different heads that branched out of its long neck of scales. There were infernal-looking crowns on the heads with a sum of ten long horns on them also. The dragon was pure grisly red, had mighty, clawy, paws with strong limbs and also had a very long tail, serpentine in nature, with spikes on it. It flew with two large webbed wings and a strange diabolical presence oozed around the dragon while it breathed smokes of fire continuously.
Satan was filled with a tremendous joy as he beheld himself in that state. All the demons were already cowering with fear as they beheld him. They couldn't help seeing him in that fearsome form. But they had to wait and stand their ground with Satan. They were ready to repel the approaching angels and defend their territory to the last.
Just then, thick smoke started emanating from nowhere, pervading all the stronghold area and cocooning the dragon and his demons. The smoke was so thick that soon, the demons couldn't see beyond the mountain. This heightened their confusion and despair because it hindered them from seeing any approaching enemy.
"What's going on?" Satan asked, confused, as he was surrounded by his Generals.
Just then, the angelic host of Chrioni with the array of archers began attacking them vehemently, moving up the mount of pandemonium and approaching Satan's stronghold. Within minutes the heat of the battle heightened. Most of the attacks of the demons were resisted because the archers fighting alongside Chrioni didn't give them any breathing space whatsoever. Tens of millions of arrows were raining down on the demons on the mount.
Filled with rage, the dragon began vomiting long beams of fire, aimed at the position where the angelic archers were. Quickly, the archers and some of Chrioni's warriors feigned a retreat—running backwards away from the mountain—according to their plan.
Feeling the angels were getting subdued, Satan ordered all the remaining hordes of his demons to pursue them and counterattack. Millions of demons were running and flying down the mountain eagerly in a bid to attack the retreating angels.
By the time they were reaching the foot of the mountain, they ran into the numerous warriors of Gabriel and Uriel who had set a deadly ambush for them. Gabriel and Uriel didn't refrain the slightest atom. They launched a very lethal and deadly attack on the demons that sent them retreating up the mountain again.
The angels went after the demons swiftly, got up the mountain and began pounding their strongholds immediately with fire. Chariots of fire, Arrows of fire, the artilleries, all of them were launching irresistible attacks from different sides, on different fronts! They were practically besieging the strongholds and destroying them. The archangel Barakiel was also launching his thunder bolts on the strongholds.
Soon, Michael and the particular host under him also descended from above and pounced on the rests of the demonic horde, cutting off any possibility of rearing up resistance from them. On every angle, the demons were being bombarded.Those who were not captured were terribly weakened by the weapon of the blood.
Seeing Michael and his host, the dragon became very wroth and began spewing more fire from its nostrils and mouth, all over. "Challenge me, Michael!" He roared, spreading his large webbed wigs and flying towards Michael.
Michael looked upwards at the terrifying, ferocious, faces of the mighty dragon. "You've lost already, Lucifer," he told him confidently.
"I curse you, Michael, and I defy your armies!" the dragon roared angrily again. "We still unfinished task. Come to me!"
"You come in the strength and form of a dragon," Michael uttered placidly, "but I come to you in the name of the Lord of Heaven's hosts, whom you have defied this day."
Immediately, Michael raised up his blazing sword and flew straight towards the dragon. A brutal fight arose between the two. Michael was trying all he could to relinquish the dragon just with his sword but it seemed his tiny sword was not affecting the colossal dragon that even had several heads. The dragon on the other hand was spewing its fire all over, from all mouths, to consume Michael but Michael was agile and swift enough to dodge the blaring fires.
After many minutes of the fighting, Michael decided to end the stalemate contest between himself and the dragon by squarely attacking the central head of the dragon. Fiercely, he headed for that grisly central head and then plunged his burning sword into the it with all his might.
Unbelievably, the fire surged from the central head down into all part of the dragon's body and the dragon became practically paralysed. After few seconds, it was collapsing to the ground, and then, it was Satan once again—but weakened of any iota of strength.
Immediately, there were loud shouts of rejoicing from the angels, all over. Michael had at last discomfited the Dragon. Satan. Once again.
Filled with tremendous joy as a wave of glory surrounded him in his resplendent white and gold armour, Michael stepped on Satan's head, lifted up his sword and uttered the most decisive and victorious words ever, in all of eternity: "You're cast down to the Earth, Satan!"
A mighty force from nowhere engulfed Satan and the rest of his numerous demons instantly and then cast them all—every one of them—out of the cosmic planes. At the next breath, they were landing down to the Earth in space. Again.
Michael and his angels had triumphantly driven the invading demons out of Heaven, down to their territory, and also out of all the realms in the heavenlies. They'd warred with Satan and his forces for more than twenty one decisive days. No event in eternity could rival it.
Immeasurably overwhelmed and laden with the greatest feeling of ambivalence, Cassie knew she'd been greatly privileged to watch all what happened. But the actual war with its own events was still to come in many more years.
The War in Heaven was going to be remembered for all Eternity. Satan and his demons finally lost their place in the heavens before their great judgment.
The Prophecy fulfilled!

The Rest of Eternity
Wisdom showed to Cassie the remaining part of Eternitythe other events that were to take place after the final fall of Lucifer during the War in Heaven. They skimmed swiftly at the remaining annals of Eternity.
A greater and more unbearable tribulation broke out on Earth immediately after Lucifer was cast down to it. Anarchy and Chaos ruled everywhere. And this continued for years.
Eventually, Lucifer was bound by the Most High and there was a peaceful reign for a thousand years on Earth. But after being released, he again masterminded a World Battle of numerous men to fight against the Word of Elohim. This was titled the Battle of Armageddon but this eventually led to the ultimate defeat of Lucifer and all his agents.
For the rest of Eternity, they were contained and bound in the lake of fire which theyd dreaded since they were created.
A new Earth world was formed again by the Elohim and those who had been saved and preserved eventually lived there together with Him. For all Eternity.
"You‘ve seen and experienced so much, Cassie, Wisdom said. "Eternity is very vast and endless. But at least, you‘ve encountered the major things in it."
Cassie nodded. "I‘m much overwhelmed, Wisdom, thanks."
"This would forever change my life, I know. But at least, I‘m glad I took it."
"It‘s going to be bye for this while. Earth is calling and you need to return back,"_Wisdom told her. "Don‘t stop taking that sacrament. It brought you this far."
Cassie hummed. "But before I return back, please tell who you really are, Wisdom. Are you a man or an angel or . . who?"
Wisdom smiled warmly. "I was a man. But now, I‘m the Head of the angels."
His answer was quite confusing. But she knew she had to return.
"See you around, Cassie," he kept his hand on her shoulder, smiled and waved goodbye.
Immediately, he was gone.
It was all gone.
Cassie awoke in her room immediately, on her bed. It was as though it had all been a dream. But it was really more than. She knew it too. The alarm clock was ringing at 6:00am now and she knew she had experienced mysteries, embarked on a journey, no mortal has had before.
She got to her feet and smiled happily, breathing a breath of fresh air, all her worries gone. She was special, she knew. Thanks to Mrs. Oreweme. This was more than Divinity. It was Eternity. Only God knew how her future would be like exactly.
From that day on, her life was literally different from what anyone could imagine. She had seen pasts and futures, gone beyond everything else on Earth and even Eternity. But she kept it all to herself.
You too wouldn‘t have believed her.

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