A second later, Poisonous looked at her lifeless body lying there on the tracks. Her body was still part of her, so not wanting to see it crushed into oblivion, she carried it up from the tracks, and put it gently on the platform. Looking up, the familiar face of VD observed her with concern. “Poisonous, you’ve been killed. I don’t want to lose you to the Abyss.”
Snakebite flew in and landed near the body. “Poisonous, I’m so sorry. I guess I knew this day might come, but I’m not happy it has. I’m really going to miss, you, my love.”
“Ill miss you too, honey.” She hugged him for all she was worth, then turn to VD, and said, “I’ll always love you, my old friend. Find that peace that has been put in our hearts, because you don’t want to have to follow me to Hell.”
“I will, sweet friend. I’m so sorry that Lucifer has had you destroyed.” Tears fell down her cheeks while she choked out, “I wish you didn’t have to go…” then broke down crying.
Through thick emotion, she answered. “You know the lot of dark angels. We must suffer for eternity for our rebellion. I must go to the Abyss, to be thrown into the fires of Hell that burn forever.”
“It’s not fair,” wailed VD. “Please don’t leave me…”
Tears rolled down Snakebite’s face, as he looked at Poisonous sadly.
“I have no choice.” She expected, as in the case of the unfortunate soul from a couple of months earlier, to see angels carry her to her judgment before the Throne. Instead, two menacing creatures, like the ones she saw in her nightmares, pulled her to a very dark and foreboding place. As she floated away towards fiery eternal death, she called out, “I love you, both, very much,” then broke into deep, convulsing sobs.
“I love you too,” VD choked out through her tears.
“So do I,” added Snakebite.
Kneeling before Poisonous’ body, VD again broke into sobs. “Oh, please…please…can nothing be done for her?” The desperation in her heart spoke through inconsolable words. “Please, Lamb of God. I know I’m not worthy to ask, but have mercy on my friend. I miss her so badly…” Heartbreak once again gave way to heartrending, bitter tears.
Snakebite stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Her head lay upon the now lifeless body of her friend and ally, whose demonic spirit had just left her.
“Yes, Lamb of God. Please have mercy on her soul and those of VD and I,” said Snakebite.
The Light surrounded them with ever increasing brightness. A very tender, loving presence enfolded them with his love. Looking at VD he said, “Take courage, child. I have heard your cry, and promise you: Poisonous will not be lost. Do you not know that a broken spirit and a contrite heart I will not despise? Your sacrifice of pure love for your friend will save her.”
VD looked at the Lamb unashamedly through tears, and managed a weak, “Thank you Lamb of God. I am unworthy of your great love for me.”
Looking at Snakebite, Yeshua said, “You have been given a great opportunity. Use it and repent, or end up with the same fate as your friend.” Then, Yeshua smiled at them both, and left.
She and Snakebite could not leave the still, lifeless body. VD hugged it hard, not willing to let go. Unabashed tenderness filled her; and hope.
Tuesday, October 7th
Tears fell from Evie’s eyes at the news of her erstwhile roommate. She had taken the day off to grieve the loss.
“I really don’t understand, Lord. Why would she be killed before she had a chance to give her life to you?”
There was no immediate answer in her spirit, but she knew that the Lord knew all things, and all things work out for good. She opened her Bible to Psalm 23, and read the verse familiar to her:
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
“I’ll just have to trust your judgment, Lord.” Emotion overcame her, as her chin quivered. Completely overcome she cried disconsolate tears. “Oh, Poisonous, I loved you so much…”
As if to save her from her sadness, her cell phone rang. Forcing herself to regain control, she answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Are you Evie Chen?”
“Yes, I am. How may I help you?”
“This is Chief of Police Barbara Haywood. Your roommate, Perri, was supposed to meet with me, Dan Hightower, and Dwight Ordman to day at ten o’clock this morning. It’s now noon. Are you aware of her whereabouts?”
The lump in her throat kept her from speaking right away, but presently she said, “I’m afraid she died last night. She was pushed off the metro platform at the Eastern Market station. Her arms and legs were broken, and the stress caused a blood vessel in her brain to explode. I’m sorry, Chief Haywood. I’m so very sorry…” Her voice trailed off, as tears once again fell down her face. She disconnected the call and sobbed.
