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The Warlocks and the Twisted Nemesis: Concentric Ecclesiastical Mythics
The Warlocks and the Twisted Nemesis: Concentric Ecclesiastical Mythics
The Warlocks and the Twisted Nemesis: Concentric Ecclesiastical Mythics
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Someone has to find these warlocks, these conspiracy theorists, these demons that are operating to give Lucifer a perfect unchallenged platform to invade the earthly podium.

They said the war looming is called the battle of Armageddon. Will the supernal help?

Could Castrol fight it all? The war ahead, or are they expecting other Erewhonians to emerge?

Unquestionably, Castrol is living in an undesirable time, even though he is supernaturally gifted by the Most Supreme. He was sought by Lucifer, fought by spiritual wickedness, and hunted by the Witch Kingdom and marine world.

The Celestials are on his side. The laws guiding the universe are restricting. It is the battle of light and darkness.

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Release dateJan 24, 2023
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    The Warlocks and the Twisted Nemesis - Chidi Joseph-Chukwudum

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    The Warlocks and the Twisted Nemesis

    Concentric Ecclesiastical Mythics

    Chidi Joseph-Chukwudum

    ISBN 979-8-88685-065-9 (paperback)

    ISBN 979-8-88685-066-6 (digital)

    Copyright © 2022 by Chidi Joseph-Chukwudum

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

    The author of this publication encourages reaching out to them directly at cj_dum29@yahoo.com.

    Christian Faith Publishing

    832 Park Avenue

    Meadville, PA 16335

    www.christianfaithpublishing.com

    NB: Some spellings may appear different; this book is typed with an American-English version.

    This work of art is entwined in the air of realities and illusion. Inspired by true events of one with the abilities to see beyond the plain. However, incidents, names, characters, and places in this work are only the author’s imagination. Any resemblance of some sort is completely coincidental.

    Printed in the United States of America

    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Church-Beggar and the Dead

    Spiritual Wickedness

    Loved by the Best

    Mistakes of the Past

    Incarnations

    Castrol and Johnson

    Twisted Nemesis

    The Witches' Cloak

    Exposition

    Atonements

    A Day After Atonement

    Who Is the Good Guy?

    Her Name Is Lucinda

    Castrol's Frightful Vision

    The Strange Visitors

    Accidental Mercy

    The Last Will of David Dash

    Epilogue

    About the Author

    This work is dedicated to Naetochukwu and Nedochi. I do not know what to give to show how much I care.

    I have come across stories, but never the one that allowed a drop of tears from my eye. It started just like every other book. But the ending was a touch of class. The author of this work has exceptional creative talent.

    —Donald T.

    You will be heartbroken as a prize of unfaithfulness to a loved one. Afterward, you will find happiness in the face of twisted nemesis. Right there where you barely visit awaits your wife. You will find her, yet she sought you out in the depth of the night.

    While your heart lies in the hand of another man's possession, she is a ruby that must never be put away. Only in her heart lies your only happiness.

    Prologue

    When the epoch of mankind began in the age unknown, the earth is said to have been a peaceful sphere. Such could not be said of lands and realms beyond the earth where the feet of men stride. For an ageless battle rages on in the realm beyond.

    The Supreme Being, who has the power to make all things, earlier before the genesis of the conception of mankind on earth, foreknew how one of his rebellious immortal sons desired to corrupt the soul of every creature that he has made. With this knowledge and with his quintessential creative ability, the Supreme Being closed every means through which the immortals who dwell in the superficial could use to reach out to the mortals.

    After thousands of years in the age of mankind, when the vast land of the earth has become populated by men, the souls of men in greed started reaching out to the land beyond in search of powers.

    In that great era of discovery, evil men explored the dark world and became aware of powers dwelling in the unseen world, which many had considered superficial. Men who reached out to the unseen world were deceived by the Master of deception. In no time, demons from the dark world started mastering how to incarnate into the souls of men. The spirits of Nephilims and demons caged in the realm of darkness, ages ago, started mastering transmigration and transmutation. Sharing the earth that has for long belonged only to man, is no longer enough for the inhabitants of Hades. In the most obscured way, they want it all for their Master.

    Unknown to man, the leader of the kingdom of darkness called Hades ceaselessly sits on his gambit throne perfecting his laid-out blueprint on how to take captive of the kingdom of men known as earth. There is just a short time before days of man on earth are completely doomed.

    The desire of the Celestials to help man in those last days has exhumed a supernal faction among the angelic hosts. Each is headed by the two Archangels who are the captains of the Army of the Most Supreme.

    In the seclusive absence of the Most Supreme and Son Incarnation, the Celestial Angels have summoned a meeting in the heavenly to fathom a headway against the leader of the kingdom of darkness from taking over leadership of the kingdom of man. But there appears to be one twist. It is a punishable offense if the Celestials from the kingdom of heaven interfere with what goes on, either in the kingdom of darkness or the kingdom of man. It is a more punishable offense if a soul is slain by the Celestials without the decree of the Supreme Being.

    Archangel Michael wants the Most Supreme codes of conduct to be followed to the last. But Archangel Gabriel has sworn to pulverize any being that escapes the gates of the kingdom of darkness.

    While the supernal meeting continues, there's an uninvited soul of an Erewhonian that wandered from Nirvana. He is not able to see the Celestials. But his eyes behold on four men who had walked the earth but are not in limbo. Enoch, Abraham, Moses, and Elijah were summoned for this supernal conference.

    All the elders of heaven are present, as the supernal conference is coming to a tail end. Archangel Michael made the last demand from the host of Celestials to wade in with a plea, that Archangel Gabriel should back down from summoning the wrath of God. Then he says, The search for the Seer has never ceased. When the hour is nigh, the foretold Erewhonian will surely emerge. When he emerges, he will fight and destroy the deceptions of Lucifer on earth before Armageddon. It is in the annals of heaven. Father has always said, that is the love of altruism, no soul shalt be pulverized. Let's not forget that demons or not, His mercy is for all…

    While the Celestial entities are still in their supernal conference and Lucifer is on his gambit throne, the inhabitants of Goolria Just like the rest of the earth, are experiencing its worst surge in mystical transmigration by many warlocks who are seeking powers.

    Goolria has three major towns: Dugatin, Doja, and Golan.

    Golan is an ancient city where no one prospers except they are fortified with special powers. In Golan, one must belong to a zone. Either strong in the light or the person is deepened in the mystic powers. They have to choose a side or live to regret it. Many of the indigenes of Golan who were neither here nor there have fleeted to the city of Doja to escape spiritual warfare.

    In Golan, many have woken up from sleep to realize their testicles have disappeared from their scrotum. Some have woken up with blindness. And some, with one impairment or the other. Some don't wake at all. Many berserk mysteries have taken place in this town that earns it the name the Den of Warlocks.

    Golan folklore holds it that the progenitor who is known as Golan has used magical powers to sell his brother Dohan into obscurity to a different continent of Archipelago.

    While in Archipelago, because of what his brother did, Dohan spent all his lifetime, exploring every mystical force for the means to return home and revenge on his twin brother Golan. He could not succeed to return to Goolria until his dying day.

    Dohan had succeeded in one thing. From the town of Holanta and Orgia, Dohan transformed Archipelago to become the city of the magical kingdom. A place where even Lucifer is happy to earn a degree. This has caused the Warlocks of Golan who have never been on a pilgrimage to the Archipelago to be seen as baby wizards.

    Doja, a modern-day city of Goolria, is inhabited by strangers. The practice of fetishism is still rare among city dwellers. David Dash—who has lost all his family members in his hometown, Golan—fled from Golan to Doja at a young age. He vowed never to return. He never did. On his fleet to Doja, at the boundary of Golan, he had spout and coursed the land of Golan. Yet a child was born in this town of Golan who will change the cause of the event in Goolria and Archipelago. His name is Castrol.

    1

    Church-Beggar and the Dead

    In the town of Doja are unseen spirits. Male and female of them. They move amid men. They hover and see daily normal activities going on as usual, yet they cannot feel. They cannot touch. Neither can they communicate with the physical world. Their new state all seems strange. Yet the eyes of men never fathom.

    Among these spirits is a certain couple well known to Patcifer. Patcifer—once an inhabitant of the heaven, Hades, and unseen world—now dwells in the realm of man.

    The first inceptive activity this couple recognized in their unnatural world is a scene of an accident that has taken their natural lives. Never had any inkling they are being watched. They are unsullied but have refused to ascend to upper realms. With one last mission left in their mind to be fulfilled before they accept permeation into the Celestial realm, they remained in the superficial. It is not a call of revenge that kept them gliding upon the surface. Their untimely exit from the human world has lent behind two young orphans. They aim to guide them through the right path. Many spirits do come and go. But these two unsullied souls have dawdled around for quite some time, moving hands in hands like strangers afraid of wandering off from a love track.

    To avoid eye-to-eye contact, there is a neck twitch by a clairvoyant being who first felt their presence in the unreal world. He is the notorious Church-Beggar, a shapeshifter who, unknown to the world, operates with many faces. Known by different people from different times. Disguised in species of human, but not a human, not a demon, not an angel. Yet an informant trapped in the world of man for millenniums. Being once incarnation of truth in heaven, he informs between the real and unreal world. Once thought of Castrol to be a mystery.

    Who knows? Might be the Most Supreme himself who is rumored to be away on seclusion that is watching from no one's understanding?

    After such a long time, Patcifer seems to be getting weary of man's inhumanity toward their neighbors. This might be the only reason he seems too appalled to identify with the spirits of this untainted couple of a pastor and his wife who were deposed off their vestments by some greedy disciples. Judas incarnates, he calls them. He knew when the operation was masterminded. He couldn't have interrupted with the physical realm's fate. He cannot go against the cosmic laws with his supernal powers. The protection of the innocents was never part of his self-imposed choice of duty. He only explores to feed the destitute when less busy. He is the incarnation of truth whose only weakness is the inability to falsify.

    David Dash was once an incisive servant of God. He had never allowed this beggar who always stands at the doorpost of his church to lack. Unknown to David Dash while he was still alive, most gifts received by this beggar were taken to destitute and orphanage homes.

    A day came, after the last of trajectories to the land beyond, the spirits of David Dash and his female companion point out the commitment of the Church-Beggar.

    They both register, He begs to feed the less privileged. Nobody begs to feed the poor. What kind of mystified act is that? Isn't it strange?

    Indeed, it is strange.

    The spirits of the couple converse among themselves. They have no conviction yet but to observe Patcifer further.

    Ever since they are convinced that the Church-Beggar begs for the less privileged, it becomes permissible to them that there must be something about him. The two unsullied souls insistently pry in amazement. The humans gather to store. But he gathers to share. They follow him wherever he goes each time they are not observing their sons.

    A time came, while following the Church-Beggar, they suspect something unusual. Looks like the beggar's reactions sometimes betrays his attempt to remain incognito. He occasionally behaves as if he feels their presence but pretends not to. They try to embolden their presence to be larger than they appear. Yet they are only being naive. The Church-Beggar has been in this business long enough before they were born. He has never flinched to give his covering away. He has an obstinate way of making any spirit looks more confused about his stance. After a little while, he goes away. They feel something mechanical in the way Patcifer snaps sometimes. Unusually, these ghosts feel that Patcifer could feel their ghostly presence.

    That is it. He is going away again. Does our presence repel him or what? As they keenly observe, they insistently follow him closer each day. All to no avail.

    On a certain Sunday morning, the Church-Beggar has mounted himself in his usual position. No one seems to be paying attention to him this morning. There is economic depression everywhere in West Indigo. Many have come prepared to give only tithe and offering. The high demands on several offerings in JFK Ministry have affected how those who give to him in the time past give now. None seems ready to part with a dime into the beggar's hand. They all walk and pass him by.

    Castrol, a young man seeking soul propitiation passes by and takes a good look at the pitiable man. He stops and goes to him. There is not much to give today. He did not have him in mind while coming to church this morning. He has a lot on his mind. Aga, a lady whom he proposed to marry, is messing around. He drops the little he has and entered the church.

    Pastor Jide, who has ignored Patcifer to continue at his usual position, had done so, because of what his congregation would say. He has preached what he thought is a wonderful message that thrills the church. Despite the spicy message, it's obvious to some people in the congregation that the message is pale. It lacks spiritual content and cannot affect any change in the life of transgressors. The brochure and rudiments of preaching have changed drastically in this church since the death of David Dash. Many are entertained. Yet none is converted. They come as they are. They go as they are. Just a few are bothered that the ways of this church have become so obdurate toward change. Franklin is number one among them.

    After the service, Franklin and Castrol chatted for a while. Castrol is approached by Pastor Jide's wife. They were still exchanging pleasantries when the Church-Beggar emerges from the down aisle into the company of Castrol and Pastor Jide's wife. The beggar obstructively interferes.

    Madam, please, I'm seriously in need of your help. There is—

    The pastor's wife hasn't the slight patience to give the beggar a space of time to finish whatever it is he has to say before she lashes out. Will you walk out of this place? What is wrong with you? Do you think this place is a charity organization? Please go out of this place. This is how you come into the house of God—instead of giving, you beg.

    She turns to Castrol and makes an unanswered query.

    Can you imagine the nuisance he constitutes with his presence? Please let him go away from this place. Smelling thing! What an ungrateful infra dig?

    Castrol does not like that treatment. It is not a nice scene. He feels for the man. In his mind, he wants to follow the man and see if he can help. He reasoned within, that whatever must have made this man for the first time to leave his usual station and come into the church auditorium, must be serious. But he has emptied his little pocket in the offering box. He is not happy about that.

    The dead spirit of David Dash, and his companion watch the Church-Beggar swallow such humiliation. There is nothing they could do. They are no longer in the land of the living. They know that all his effort is to save the life of a little infant boy in an orphanage home, who is about to lose his life. The require fee from the hospital is just about $500. They see this infant yesterday as he is being hospitalized. But the doctor that owns the designated hospital has refused to give him appropriate medical care, pending the time his required sum is paid in full. The Church-Beggar sees it as a higher task to accomplish this day.

    As the spirit of David Dash and his companion observe, they conclude Pastor Jide's wife has acted out of ignorance, avarice, and wickedness. But to have spoken to the Church-Beggar in such manner is repugnant. David Dash is aware the woman knows how her husband deposed him just because of greed. She too has got accustomed to greed. They call it the worship of mammon: when the thought of wealth acquisition influences the church to see things negatively.

    Mammon! It has become a god that competes with the Most Supreme in who wins the affection of man's soul. Not even Lucifer has such powers as mammon, as long as the lascivious ages of men are concerned. Men have given their souls to mammon more than to God. That is the only god that Pastor Jide knows. He has transformed many in this church to follow suit.

    Franklin in his midtwenties has never agreed with such doctrine intertwined with mercantile pasturing. Yet he does not know why he still has not deserted this church and seeks a church that dwells on salvation message. He grew up here. His father used to be the head of this church. That's all he knows. That is what has kept him tarry. His father worshiped here.

    Castrol has departed from the church premises not thinking about Aga anymore. His mind is on the treatment given to the Church-Beggar. He feels so confused if he should continue with a church that does not have feelings for the poor at heart. He reasoned within, if it were to be him that is in the shoes of that beggar, so this is how the church where he has been dropping his fat tithe would treat him. The beggars are in the drum of shit if the Most-Supreme sanctuaries can no longer help the needy. But it wasn't so in the past. What could have gone wrong? He can only think. What he thinks is beyond his imagination.

    The doctor in charge of the hospital where the infant is hospitalized leaves the hospital premises for ten o'clock service. He is singing—Abraham's blessings are minein the church when a nurse calls to inform that if nothing is done, the child will give up the ghost. After he inquires if the money is deposited and got a negative reply, he tells the caller that there's nothing he can do to save the situation.

    The spirit of David Dash and his companion have followed the Church-Beggar to the hospital where the little infant's life is at the tail end of slipping away to the land beyond. They all watch as the helpless child dies.

    The avaricious doctor was drinking with his friends on the said evening in an open joint when he received another call.

    The child has passed away…

    Rap him up and alert the orphanage to pick him up.

    He does not see in any way how the child's demise is a consequence of his actions. He sees it as the infant's destiny. He has acclimatized to situations like that. It does not move him. Money is all that matters. He drops his call, sips his beer, and speaks.

    Don't mind these nurses. They will not allow me to enjoy life. Sorry, where was I…?

    You were telling me about that nightclub girl you met at Debli Avenue…

    Yeah, that's correct. I threw her $200, and she had me all night.

    While the doctor continues with his merrymaking with his friend, Barrister Tony, the orphanage has lost another life. The Church-Beggar cries. The soul of the child has departed for ascension. The Church-Beggar is in the knowledge of his last destination. His pain is that he didn't expect his little friend to depart in such a short time. He has had many friends like that in the past, only to shapeshift to another constituency with his conventional work. He never makes a permanent friend.

    David Dash and his companion are trying to console the Church-Beggar in their superficial state. They are not able to communicate with him.

    Even though they are not able to feel his body, they notice a frown. To their surprise, for the first time, the Church-Beggar turns and snarls at them.

    Do not patronize me. Depart from this place. Allow yourself ascension. Your boys will be fine.

    So you see us all along…? David Dash asks.

    The Church-Beggar keeps mute. He knows this couple was nice to him. He can never forget all the food items, money, and gifts they used to shower at him. All their good gesture has helped him support the orphanage in the past. He calms himself down and goes slow on them.

    With a little grin, he says, Don't get your soul trapped in this place. Be gone. There is rest where you are going. Only allow your souls to permeate. They will be fine. The boys will be fine.

    David Dash asks, Please tell us, what is your name, and who exactly are you?

    It is not for you to know, but someday, I believe we will meet again. When the time comes, you will know my name. But I bid you depart tonight and allow your souls to ascend to limbo. If your soul becomes sullied in an attempt of vengeance, your journey to heaven may be compromised.

    Promise to keep a watch over our boys, David Dash says.

    The eye of the Lord is upon them. They are no longer yours. You have played your part. Please depart!

    With those words, the Church-Beggar disappears into the thin air. The spirit of David Dash and his companion cannot see him even in their ghostly nature. There is a sudden noise afterward. They see a trajectory beam from the abode hovering around the dead infant child. As it opens, the child moves closer and is absorbed by the light. The spirits of David Dash and his companion followed suit.

    2

    Spiritual Wickedness

    Somewhere in a particular little town infested by warlocks, dusk is beginning to mask sundry natural forestry and vegetative growths that form the pattern of aesthetic looks of this town of Golan. It is an ancient rustic rural town filled with practices of voodoo and mysticism. Sounds of owls, crows, and ravens are beginning to take over from other birds. Chiropters are moving randomly as they are disturbed by a vampire who spent the night in their nest, a hidden cave not known to the people of Golan.

    From the hidden cave, Payne, a vampire being that resides and presides over the affair of warlocks in Golan is seen on a belfry. As the damned creature flaps its wings twice, in a flash, it made a long surge into the firmaments and fleets into obscurity.

    It may not be long before a casualty of the beast is announced missing or dumped in a mortuary somewhere. That is if the body is ever found. Many of them are buried in a thick forest by the beast as preventive measures. If found, the summoning of human outcry, will automatically bring pulverizing supernal angels, who may eventually seek out Payne, pulverize the beast and wipe his powdered body away.

    Archangel Gabriel and the host of the army of Angels once journeyed this part in search of Payne who escaped Hades. Payne has stalked for centuries in the nooks of Golan caves before the early primitive human settlers started migrating into this town. For Payne's safety, he never hunts in Golan. He must travel far away once in a blue moon, when the full moon is out, to stealthily predate on humans, suck every blood to the last drop, bury the victim and return to Golan before dawn; except on days when summoned by Lucifer for an errand. His likes are feared leaders in the crypt societies. They are vampires that escaped the realm of darkness. They live in isolation.

    A short-size human warlock named Nathon, who is on his way for night wizard marauding, notices the strange glint emanated from Payne. He glances his head speedily about, circling a complete circumference. He cannot see a thing. Payne's pace when he passes by is at its extremity. At such speed nearby, Nathon couldn't have seen the beast at dusk.

    Being a lily-livered man, Nathon elongates his strides as he feels some rumbling in his stomach. He is quite certain he hears a strange noisy sound when the bushes creates that frantic movement.

    A few seconds later, he arrives at a very big mansion that is isolated from the many rickety cottages of Golan. The owner of the house is a man called Ozogana. Ozogana is Nathon's uncle and the chief warlock of Golan. He is the supreme leader of the Masonic fraternity in Golan. He has been expecting Nathon. Both men are supposed to meet briefly with hordes of other Luciferians. The meeting concerns an update on Lucifer's new schemes against earthly inhabitants who pinch tent with God.

    When Nathon finally arrives in a crypt chamber belonging to Ozogana, Ozogana does not want to waste time on why Nathon chose to arrive late. Besides his late arrival, Ozogana has not been happy with Nathon recently for many creepy reasons. Lucifer wants his members to torment the affairs of the Saintly humans, but it pains Ozogana, that Nathon seems to forget he has not seized to live as a human. It regrets him that this mischievous being is shown the door of the cryptic world. It seems to Ozogana that Nathon's aim of becoming an occultist was to victimize most members of their clan. It is different from Ozogana whose ambition to become wealthy is what lured him into the cryptic world.

    Ozogana has given it a long thought. A day comes when Nathon will surely come after his offspring when he is gone. Whenever he thinks of his children becoming Nathon's prey, it aches his heart.

    He may as well start helping him destroy himself with this power that is raving him mad. Since he is dead set on ignoring the cryptic checks and balances as a result of his heartlessness.

    Ozogana is bent over a small table in his chamber steadying his eyes at a small sheet where he inscribed minutes of the last meet as approaching Nathon greets him, Good evening, Elder Ozogana.

    He answered dismally with a nod and concentrates on the sheet. Nathon nods to other members as it seems an accustomed way to greet in this crypt. Nathon is not concerned about other hordes in the crypt. They are his subordinate to look down on.

    There seems to be a strange creature in Golan… Nathon snaps.

    Ozogana raises his head, removes his eyes glasses, and gives him gawk without a single word. Once again, he faces the sheet on the table.

    Not long after I passed those tarpan barns, I heard a sound from a sudden push of breeze. When I searched to see the creature that could craft such frightening stir, I couldn't see a thing…

    Maybe you are the creature chasing after yourself. When was the last time you tried to view your shadow from the mirror to grasp if you are still human or a monster…? Ozogana responds, sounding enigmatic.

    "No, seriously, I'm not joking about this" Nathon is cheapening these words, not knowing that his uncle's words were not intended sarcasm. Ozogana meant those words. He acts like he has unsettled beef with Nathon.

    Have you tried conjuring with your mystical powers for answers? There are alterations from the old pact to new ones Ozogana snubs with Nathon's words, focusing on the hordes, while toward Nathon, his eyes depict resentment. As he contemptuously slights Nathon completely with his snub, he continues with his reports, "According to the dark lord, the war on Wuhan

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