Synopsis


TO BE RELEASED SOON.


" And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain." - Revelation 20:1

WARNING: READERS DISCRETION


Warning: This fictional work may contain certain elements that some may perceive as praising demons or teaching heresy, but it is important to note that these elements are meant solely for entertainment purposes and do not reflect the author's personal christian beliefs or values.

As a Christian myself, it is important to guard yourselves against any teachings that contradict the core principles of our faith.

Therefore, I caution readers to approach this work with discernment and to use their own judgement when deciding whether or not to engage with it.

I urge you to seek guidance from trusted spiritual advisors if you have any concerns about the content of this work.
Thank You All.

SYNOPSIS



The SEEKER follows Elijah Laimech, a demon exorcist on a quest to uncover his true identity. He meets Lilith, who reveals that he is not human but something else and must retrieve two vital artifacts, key to his mysterious identity and the fate of man kind.

Laimech battles through demons and other unholy entities whilst growing closer to lilith, only to later discover she is not who she claims to be, laimech must complete his mission amidst betrayal while coming to terms with his own dark identity and purpose.

PROLOGUE


Midnight, Down town Ithaca, New York buzzed considerably enough to get a few people wondering the streets , enough for them to even appreciate the beauty and quietness the small town was known for.

Except one ventured to pass by the old and soon to be demolished apartment floor building that housed just about anyone and anything that could pay its so called owners the monthly rent, a whopping $50 bill.

"Don't use the elevator, amigo it's broken, can't you read the sign, papi?" Someone screamed his gut at father Luis who had his focus shared between navigating his way around the building and making his call.

"What, when? I took the elevator coming up here a while ago...oh never mind, yes, just you wait for me, i am coming to you!" He reaffirmed his determination to get back to the ground floor.

He took fewer seconds to locate the stairs and made the descent with much fuss for it was the eight floor.

But there was much to occupy his mind, Seline, the sixteen year troubled soul was in dire need of help, help, he couldn't render for he was merely not trained in what was required neither was he certain of his willingness to do such.

The young girl was the daughter of a friend of a deacon of his parish here in the small town.

When the matter of possible possession was cited, it did trouble him greatly but how was he to know that the poor girl had become so tormented and violent, she had been restrained in a manner less befitting of a human being and sedated consistently.

Yet he had seen it all happen, The unexplainable rage and madness that had shook him to his core, such his lack in the matter was outrightly exposed.

But he wasn't without help, his superiors at the diocese seemed calm on the phone when he explained his shortcomings on the matter.

"We will get in touch with a specialist there in new york he is one of the very best, you can be certain will assist and help the child, you will get in touch with him soon, do not be alarmed any further," He had been told.

"Oh, you are him? I mean, welcome, I am father luis!"

He stood rather startled by the presence of the man before him.

He was an afro-america, young, probably around his late twenties, nothing spoke extraordinary of his appearance except his overly calm demeanor and steady gaze that spoke volumes, silently.

"We will have to take the stairs..." He hadn't quite finished the statement right there in the lobby before he watched a not so decently dressed latino lady who anyone could have swore was a hooker and her daughter matched into the elevator with their laundry basket.

'That son of...' He cautioned himself thoughtfully, "never mind that, i hope you don't mind us sharing the elevator!"

"Go for it!"

It would take the closing doors of the elevators to remind father luis there after that his visitor hadn't joined him in the elevator.

Elijah Laimech began his ascent up to the source of the terrible demon smell, it had been so obvious right from the premises of the building he had began to wonder which of the three classical cases he was up against.

Firstly, there was the possibility this was a huge bait for something else, a charm, a spell could force the innocent to become an unholy bait for even more powerful *

Secondly, he was in fact dealing with a very malignant and powerful *


And lastly, there was the chance, his host had become a resident of multiple *

The setting was indeed right, drug dealers, criminal elements of all sorts and the destitute filled every corner, hopelessness and man's sinfulness seemed too perfect for any *
to pass up.


"Hah, you made it i was just about thinking of getting back down and..."

Elijah paid less attention to him, father Luis hadn't known it yet but the young exorcist was at work already.

He trailed the smell and ended up right in front of the door where it was all happening.

"What are you doing there, no, that's not the right place, excuse me..."

Father luis called out as Elijah banged hard on a different door.

'Exorcist or crazy fellow?' father luis wondered as he joined him unwillingly.

'Hey punta! Que lo que amigo? What is it papi?"

The Spanish speaking guy towered over them in height and statue, he seemed ready to result to violence for no good result even though father luis immediately desired a clap back on the elevator prank he had pulled on him much earlier.

"está todo bien señor, eh, me and my friend here, will like to ask for your finest collection of recreational drugs,"

"Wait, what, Certainly..."

"Are you f**king with me right now or what?"

"Your establishment here says it all, you sell the good stuff, right?" Elijah continued much to the horror of luis.

"(Chuckle) come on in, you too will do nicely for entertainment, i hope you know what you are asking for, papi!" The man taunted as he let the door swing wide for his unsuspecting visitors like sheep for the slaughter.

Once inside, Elijah came face to face with three others who seemed less likely rational than their host, drugs, alcohol and even guns of all kind filled the entire scene.

"Hey amigos, we got ourselves..."

Elijah knocked the giant's spirit out of him in one standing resulting to a mild panic as he slammed hard into the ground.

His colleagues fared no better either, their spirits were out rightly called out leaving their body in an instance; suspended until commanded otherwise.

Somewhere inside the room, the source of the smell laid await, it had already sensed his presence right from the very moment he walked in.

"You should leave now, go to the girl, she will need your prayers to save her soul,father!"



ELIJAH LAIMECH IS COMING SOON

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EPISODE I - DEAL MAKER PART ONE



The church remained quiet even though the evening communion service was finished and many had left for their houses.

Rhoda's Message Gospel Ministry sat at the edge of the town just close by Rhonda's eatery, the bishop and founder of both establishment was beloved 98 year old character, a daughter of the town, now barely able to leave the house, her last born, 32 year old Wilson McGregor stepped up into the big shoes.

Three years had gone by since that became stale story, the small gathering had amassed a large population over those three years, such that was only a testament to Wilson McGregor's deep spiritual connection and healing communion ministration.

"Hello and Good evening!" Mrs Peterson, secretary to Wilson beamed a bright and infectious smile at the last worshipper who remained after everyone had now took their leave.

"Good evening!"

"Yeah, I am Mrs Peterson, the church's secretary among other positions i can assure you (scoffs), i haven't seen you around here before, you are visiting?"

"Visiting!"

"Oh really, that's splendid, If you..."

"Tell me something about the healing communion ministration,"

Mrs Peterson felt delighted to give an answer, in fact she did expect the tourist to ask, previous occasions had left the church with big donations that had earned her quite a reputation.

"Well, you see it all happened a year after Pastor Wilson took over, The church and the eatery was going bankrupt, it was a terrible time, then one day after 14 days of deep and powerful spiritual meditation and fasting and prayers, it was all revealed by our Lord Jesus to pastor Wilson, to heal all who came to him through the communion and that was what he did and hallelujah!... he has been healing..."

"Am not asking about that, I want to know what is in the cup you serve congregation?"

Mrs Peterson held a startled expression for a quick second and then went on to try and explain her best.

"Well, its natural pressed..."

"You don't see it, do you?"

"Mrs. Peterson, That's enough, thank you now, I will handle the stranger, you go home to your kids, I will lock up and check up on the eatery before retiring for the day, thank you!" Wilson walked out, it was certain he had been listening to discussion.

Mrs. Peterson did her best to hide her confusion over Wilson's reaction that took her out of the Picture completely, she took her leave and hoped the good lord forgave her for swearing some foul language at the stranger.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"Nobody, just want to..."

"Did it send you?"

"You have been expecting it, haven't you?"

"So it sent you?"

"What was in your contract, what was given for what was received?"

Wilson thought hard over the question, this young man had had eyes on right from the start and somehow this scared him more than it did.

There was something about his presence that threatened his very existence as it seemed, could he be one of the higher ones, it talked about? Could this be it?

"I...I...want you to know that i didn't mean to..."

"And yet you did, You made a deal with it,"

"It was just a little, it promised to take only just a little off the lives of the old ones," Wilson felt overly embarrassed.

"16 teenagers have lost their lives to suicide under the last two years in this small town..."

"I swear, I only got to realize what..."


"Shut up!"

The demonic voice knocked the poor pastor's spirit out of his body rendering him unconscious.

Behind Elijah Laimech, stood Mrs. Peterson, eyes all rolled up inside and blackened.

TO BE CONTINUED. EPI-PART B