Nightmare

By Warren Watkins

Satan marched into the presence of God, demanding permission to attack the family. He accused them of being frauds and phonies, insisting his attack would end with the parents cursing God to his face. God refused Satan's full demands, but gave him permission to use their daughter, Andie, in any way he chose. Andie and her family never saw it coming. They were ordinary everyday people, living their lives like everyone else. Until it happened. The attack was vicious, depraved, and blood-thirsty. We don't wrestle against flesh and blood. Our battle is with Satan's demonic terrorist organization. This adversary is massive in size and highly organized, with centuries of experience perfecting its weapons. And Satan's demons are invisible. If you experience an attack of Satan, you will not see his demons before, during, or after the assault. You will be taken by complete surprise. And nothing will prepare you for the scope of the vicious destruction he unleashes. Nightmare serves as a warning to all Christians. Pay attention to the instructions in Ephesians chapter six. Without God and his guardian angels, you do not want to experience the monster and his nightmare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098012007

Book preview

1

Satan arrived outside the Father’s throne room. Pacing back and forth, he reviewed his demands. I want to destroy the family with the two boys. I’ve tried for years to get access to them and failed. I will demand God remove his wall of protection and allow me to attack them. I’m fed up with this family. I won’t accept no for an answer.

The Father, Son, and Spirit stood in their design studio, reviewing some of the life plans designed for their human children. These are great, the Father exclaimed to the Son and Spirit. How awesome. Words can’t describe how much I love them—every single one of them. Many of them will spend eternity with us. I can hardly wait for them to come home to heaven. Tears filled the Father’s eyes as visions of seeing his children in heaven filled his mind.

As they continued reviewing life plans, the atmosphere began to change, taking on a stale, stagnant, and sinister character. The light in the room dimmed, and the air filled with a microscopic black dust. You feel the air change? asked the Son. You know what it means, Father. We should walk back to the throne room.

The moment they walked in, the palatial doors flew open. Treating the throne room like it belonged to him, Satan brazenly marched in. From further down the hallway, Michael’s peripheral vision caught sight of him. Bolting to the throne room, Michael was sure he had come to create some sort of havoc.

As the leader of God’s heavenly warriors, Michael was a huge celestial creation. With muscular limbs wrapped underneath enormous powerful wings and reflexes faster than lightning, his name struck fear into any demonic combatant crossing his path. He displayed little patience with anyone or anything opposing the plans and purposes of God the Father. Long ago, Michael passionately committed himself to the destruction of any creature serving Satan. Driving all demons into the lake of fire could not happen soon enough.

Once inside, Michael came up from behind Satan. Jumping in front of him, he firmly planted himself between Satan and the Father, Son, and Spirit. Satan’s evil eyes tackled Michael’s gaze and held it as he spoke, Well, hello there, brother, Satan hissed, sarcasm wrapped around every word. What a nice treat. Seems like we have crossed paths before, haven’t we?

Michael didn’t find his comments amusing nor did he have an interest in a conversation full of Satan’s demonic venom. He put his hand on his sword and began to draw it out.

The Son jumped up and grabbed Michael by his shoulders, whispering in his ear, Not right now, not right now. Hold your weapon. Remember, we have ultimate control over him and his actions. His time is short.

Michael’s sword dropped back into its sheath. He took a step back but not quite far enough for Satan to be beyond his reach.

God the Father addressed Satan. Again? Again? Why are you here? As if I didn’t know. Who is it this time?

Responding with a wicked laugh the monster spit his words out. I am here regarding the parents and their two boys. I think you know who I am talking about. I have tried for many years, without success, to attack those parents, get them to turn their back on you and destroy their family. I have reminded you of all of their failures, their lousy character, and their fake Christian testimony. It’s all a successful charade. I finally determined why I haven’t made any progress.

Satan bellowed, "You have a wall of protection around them. You bless every lousy thing they do. You thought I didn’t know about it? How dumb do you think I am? It’s the only reason they worship you. You take it away and let me attack those parents, and they will curse you to your face.

And you know they will. My actions will prove their Christian character is a deception, a hoax, and a façade. I will show them to be miserable imposters. I will expose their true character. They are fakes and con artists.

Moving close enough for the Father to feel his hot hellish breath, Satan continued, poking a gnarled talon in the Father’s face. This is the third time I have demanded permission to attack them, and I won’t give up. Waving a fist, he challenged. I dare you to take your protection away. I dare you to let me attack them. The moment you give me complete access to those humans they will crumble like a stack of stale crackers. He exploded, Give me access to them!

The Father couldn’t stand the sight of the monster or the stench pervading his presence. He turned his back. The throne room fell silent as the Father agonized over Satan’s request. He knew full well the plan for the family, and he knew the family would survive the attack. But he also knew how horrifying the experience would be and wanted to change their plan of life right there on the spot.

Stay here. We will consider your request. The Father, Son, and Spirit returned to the design studio, leaving Michael and Satan glaring venomously at each other.

The Father pulled out the plan of life for each one of the five family members. It makes me sick to contemplate the attack he has planned. Now I wonder if it’s wise to give him so much authority. His actions will create a nightmare for the parents and their family.

Breathing heavily and trembling from the torment he felt deep within his spirit, the Father stood still, aware of the suffering Satan would inflict on this family.

The Son moved to his side and placed his arm around his Father’s shoulders and quietly said, It will be a nightmare but we have discussed this and it is part of our plan. We will be their resource and will provide healing oil for their wounds. Our guardian angels will be present at all times.

The Spirit took hold of the Father’s arm and looked into his eyes. You know them. In spite of this monstrous act, they will not fail.

The Father nodded in agreement as they walked back to the throne room. With his eyes closed in anguish, he answered Satan’s demand. I will remove my wall of protection and give you permission to attack the parents and their family. Angrily pointing his finger in Satan’s face, the Father said, But you will have restrictions. Here are your limits. You may not directly harm these two parents physically or financially. You may not harm their two sons in any way. You may not harm any of their extended family members. Although the parents have two boys, they will be welcoming a new baby girl to their family in the near future.

The Father hesitated. With his head bowed, eyes closed, still cringing from the agony in his spirit, he slowly completed his answer, agonizing over every word. I will give you permission to use this daughter…in any way you choose. The Father’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Satan. However, should their daughter, at any time, call out to me for help, my permission for your attack will instantly be void, and I will send legions of angels to her defense. Your time is up. Leave us.

The monster relished his success. As he turned to leave, a depraved smile crept across his face. Defiantly stalking out of the throne room, he silently exulted in the opportunity afforded him.

He won’t allow me to harm the parents, their two sons, or other family members? How absolutely stupid. What a dumb fool he is. I will shred the parent’s relationship with God, eliminating their influence on the family, and crushing their impact on all future generations. For them, it will be a nightmare beyond comprehension. And I can do it without harming a single human. I will use their daughter to do all of it.

He muttered to himself. And I know exactly how I will use her.

2

They met in an intensely dark and secluded location, a pla ce so secret and so far below the surface no one could accidently stumble across its location. Dimly lit to the point where you could see the glow of every occupant’s eyes, it felt suffocatingly small in spite of the large area in which the gathering took place. The interior of the large cavern possessed characteristics of a large crater. Sloping down from back to front, the stone floor consisted of rough gravel while jagged rocks punctuated the surface of the irregularly shaped walls and ceiling. The stone outcroppings of the interior surfaces created a texture rough enough for a careless occupant to easily tear his skin by lightly brushing up against them.

None of the occupants seemed to mind the sweltering temperature. Along with the stuffy odor of sulfur and smoke, the denizens felt intoxicated by the atmosphere. Every time the door opened, the never-ending sound of screaming and crying could be heard off in the distance. To encourage themselves in their assignments, some would go outside before a briefing got underway and simply listen.

Various members of the organization came in randomly at first and, later, in greater number until the cavern reached its capacity. Having experienced this thousands of times in the past, they considered this standard procedure. In their minds, just another issue they needed to deal with.

With a low-pitched grinding warning reverberating throughout the cavern, the mammoth stone doors flew open, announcing the entrance of the monster. Every demon in the assembly stiffened as he stormed into the cavern and marched to the front. An immense demon, Satan towered over all of his warriors. His large black cape flying behind him covered massive powerful wings and draped itself around his large muscular limbs. A black hood shrouded both a scarred bald head and grotesque facial features, all damaged by the fall from heaven. His demeanor created a menacing presence, threatening any demon who might be foolish enough to question his commands.

All participants became silent, making sure they didn’t catch his gaze. No demon wanted to bring attention to themselves. Around the room, members of the organization showed just the slightest hint of fear at the possibility he would settle his attention in their direction. They simply wanted to be an invisible member of the assembly.

Standing in front of the cavern, with head lowered, he spread his arms out, placing his gnarled talons on the ends of a stone table. The room become totally silent. He looked up and called the meeting to order. Addressing the crowd of specialists, he barked. "Stand and repeat the Oath of Allegiance.

Every demon in the assembly stood, raised their right arm, and roared, I swear by Lucifer this sacred oath to the leader of the satanic empire, Lord Lucifer, supreme commander of the demonic forces. I shall render unconditional obedience, and as a brave fighter, I shall, at all times, be prepared to give my soul for this oath. The demons sat back in their seats.

I want everyone’s attention and I want it now! He paused, glared at his demons, and continued. "I have demanded permission for another specific attack on a human family. After my third demand, God caved. He has removed his wall of protection and has given permission for our assault. The family currently consists of the parents and two sons. In the near future, they will be adding a new baby girl. We have permission to use this girl in any way we choose and, when the time is right, we will use this girl to obliterate her parents’ commitment to God and disable their influence on all current and future generations.

"All of you will be assigned to this attack. I will not accept failure. We will employ basic fundamentals and principles used for thousands of years, making this attack a complete success.

"When we’re finished with this meeting, I want the advance teams to get out and evaluate these humans. Find out what motivates them. Take a close look at how they live their lives and why they do it. Listen carefully to every word they say as this is critical to the success of the attack. We can’t read their minds, but we can listen to their words. We need to identify and confirm the parents’ weak point to determine when and where to focus for maximum damage. Collect the information, and we will develop a strategy for this family’s destruction.

This operation will be no different from all the rest. Just a small investment of time and a little effort, and this family will simply become another bunch of disgusting human creations on the discard pile. I want to see their connection with God crumble. We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again. I see them as typical boring humans with no outstanding accomplishments. Regardless of what they’ve done, you know what I think about these humans.

Satan paused, glared at his demons, and shrieked, I hate every molecule of their beings. Anyone made in the image of God sickens me! Their conduct, their relationships, their family, their priorities are offensive to me, and I want them totally obliterated. I want them annihilated. I want them gutted. I will not rest until they and their influence are utterly wiped from the face of the earth. I am sick and tired of this offensive nonsense of making God so important.

Bent over at the waist, his head down, twisted talons spread to the ends of the stone table, yet with fiery eyes focused on the demons in the room, he muttered, What will happen once this attack is successful?

Pounding on the table to punctuate his words, he screamed, I will never again hear the name of God come out of their mouths. Not ever again. Now, get out of here and get to work!

With assignments distributed, the demons left the cavern, leaving Satan alone behind his stone table. Thinking about the attack and utter destruction he wanted to unleash on the pathetic unsuspecting family, he closed his eyes, pure hate dripping from around the fangs on his disfigured features, and thought to himself, I will employ one of my most destructive weapons for the eradication of God’s creation. A means of human destruction which cannot be blamed on me even though it is my idea. When I’m done with them, this family will wish they never ever heard the name God or read any of the nonsense