Evie sat next to the man, and looked as if they had been carrying on a very impassioned conversation.
“Would you like to pray to receive Prophet Yasū‘ as your Lord and Savior?” asked Evie.
“Yes, Evie. I would,” said the man.
As she watched, flabbergasted, mouth wide open in disbelief, the Light weighing heavily on her, the man asked Prophet Yasū‘ to be his Lord and Savior. Everything in her wanted to get as far away as possible, but she stood there, transfixed. Having never actually been a witness to such an event, it fascinated her in an odd way.
Evie looked up, and beaming, said, “Hi Perri. Abdullah here has been seeking the truth about Prophet Yasū‘, and today he decided to give his life to the Lord and The Lamb.
“Well, I see you have made a follower of the Light out of him,” she said.
“No,” said Evie. “I’ve only shared the Good News with him. Lord Yehovah has opened his eyes, and he has responded to the Truth.”
Not wanting to be rude, and give away her true feelings about followers of the Light, she walked over to Abdullah, and shaking his hand, said, “Congratulations, Abdullah. You seem to have found something you’ve been looking for.”
“I have, and it is wonderful,” Abdullah exclaimed. “I feel like all those things that made me feel empty, have gone away. As it says in the book of John, Chapter eight, verse thirty-two, ‘And you will know the Truth about salvation, and the Truth will set you free from the penalty of sin’”.
“Well, I hope you are happy,” she said, not believing the words she said.
“I am,” he answered.
“Would you like us to explain the Gospel to you, Perri?” Evie asked, grinning.
“Ummm…maybe another time,” she answered. “I think I’ll go to my room now.”
She waved ‘Good Bye’ to Abdullah, and walked towards her room. Laying on her bed, a strange feeling revisited her: she felt hope again. For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to be in Lord Yehovah’s good graces again. Then, her demonic sensibilities returned, and she brushed away the thought; but the peace that had come over her wouldn’t leave.
A while later, after she heard Abdullah leave, and got up the courage to go and talk to Evie.
“Hi. You witnessed a soul being saved from the effect of sin, and being saved from eternal death. How does that make you feel?” Evie asked.
She sat next to Evie, and trembled, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “I can’t cope with that kind of hope, Evie. My lot is to be punished forever. I can’t hope: it’s not in my future.”
Evie gave her a warm smile, making her feel comforted, a strange sensation to her. Mixed emotions ran riot through her twisted soul, and she broke down, and started crying. Evie came over to her and hugged her. She didn’t resist. Her heart had softened just a little, and she couldn’t resist asking the question. “Evie, is there really any hope for me? Don’t tell me something that turns out to be a lie: I couldn’t bear it.”
Evie looked straight at her, very serious, and said, “Poisonous, there is hope for all who call upon the name of the Lord. In the book of Acts, the Apostle Simon Peter quotes the Prophet Joel, and says,
I saw the Lord always before me,
for he is at my right hand that I may not be shaken;
therefore my heart was glad, and my tongue rejoiced;
my flesh also will dwell in hope.
For you will not abandon my soul to Hades,
or let your Holy One see corruption.
You have made known to me the paths of life;
you will make me full of gladness with your presence.
“Even you, a rebellious angel, can know hope and redemption from your hopeless plight. Don’t underestimate the power of the Holy Spirit.”
Poisonous shook hard, teeth chattering, tears streaming down her face. “It’s too much for me to bear, Evie. I don’t believe Lord Yehovah would care about someone as evil as I.” Turning to her, and holding her hand, she managed, “But thank you for believing the best for me.” Her heart felt a very different sensation: it ached, as though it missed something. Sadness hit her with such strong power that it overwhelmed her. She got up, and said, “I can’t take this Evie,” and ran towards her room. In her room, she cried out, “NO! I can’t have this kind of hope.”
“Arrest her, Lord Yehovah,” Evie prayed.
The rest of the night, heartbroken sobs echoed throughout the apartment.
* * *
Lucifer sat at his desk, looking over the report he had just received. Shaking his head, and rubbing his temples, which now throbbed, he said, “This is no good: it just can’t go on any longer. The Light is heavily influencing Poisonous, and this must stop. Before you know it, she will turn her allegiance to The Light, and that would be disastrous.” He thought for a while, and then the idea hit him.
“Well, she went to earth against my orders, and got herself surrounded by the Light. Now it’s time she was surrounded by darkness.” He turned to his personal aide, and gave a curt order, “Call upon Snakebite, and have him report to me immediately.”
The aide scurried away with great haste, and within moments, a dark spirit, filled with deceit and charm, and almost as good at lies as his master, entered Lucifer’s chambers, bowing low before him.
“What do you require of me, O great and powerful Master?”
“Cut the theatrics, Snakebite. You can’t out charm the original liar and charmer. I already got Eve’s spirit to die, to be taken out of Lord Yehovah’s good graces by turning her curiosity into rebellion and
