***Spit out by the Fridge***

After a while, the fridge spit me out, but I had no scars and I was unharmed. I was back home, but I then felt a tremor on the ground and the whole house became dark. Smoke and bats filled the house, and I was terrified. Blisters appeared all over my body, and blood was oozing from my eyes. While that was happening, a roaring voice spoke to me.

“You will never escape fate,” the voice said.

After hearing the voice, I ran to my mother’s bedroom, and my lungs felt like they would burst. I was dripping wet from sweat, and I found her asleep, so everything that happened she did not hear a thing of it. When I got to the room, my mother jumped because of fear.

“Whoa, I won’t hurt you, I just need you to pray for me,” I said.

My mother was a prayer warrior whose prayers could shake mountains and turn down storms, so she interceded, and then took a scissor and cut a string on my neck because that was how the wild spirit could be tamed. After that, everything that had haunted me vanished, but the roaring voice spoke to me again.

“I will be back and you will never escape the fate,” the voice said.

After the voice spoke, the Pope came into flesh, and his purpose was to end that fatal attraction that had happened. He was holding a heavenly scroll to command the dark forces to perish. In the spiritual realm, my father could sense that his rival had come to save me, so with raging anger, he commanded the house to fall apart in order to destruct the Pope from saving us.

Back then, in the beginning of time, my father and the Pope were brothers, but my father betrayed the Pope because he thought he had authority over the universe. He then left heaven in order to occupy earth, and that was why so much blood was spilled. So, before the house could collapse, the Pope took out a cross and spoke.

“No weapon formed against us shall prosper,” he said, and then read the scroll he was carrying. “The fate of the devil has been defeated. It shall not escape to generations to come,” he said, and my father perished.

The Devil was once an angel and the heavens trusted him.

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