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fishing boat.
    Zach frowned at how evil Azazel became.
The angel closed his eyes in meditation to forget the repulsive
demon. Zach then became lost in the love and innocence of
God.
    “Father, thank You for
giving me another chance to end my brother’s madness. Guide me to
help this woman who needs You in her heart. But please direct my
full attention on my assigned duties instead of my attraction to
Simra. I know it’s not what You wish of me or her, and I wish to
always do Thy will.
    "Give me the strength to
continue this mission, and please protect Simra while I’m away to
do Your will. Strengthen my heart against not making the same
mistake again. Thank You, my Lord. Amen.”
    Warm serenity flowed through
Zach and embraced him. Glorious rays of the morning sun caressed
his face in the sweet air. The angel had an important duty to save
lives by destroying an evil presence in the area . It must be done before much
destruction came to pass. He looked up into the clear sky. God did
not ease his building fascination of the beautiful, stubborn woman
inside the house.
    The angel shook his head to avoid the
expanding thoughts of her. He tried to forget how her exquisite
eyelashes barely kissed her cheeks while she slept. Zach firmed his
jaw and traveled through the wilderness. The woods led to the
highway toward his family’s home in the far distance.
    He focused on his intense concern for
his parents, Miles and Patricia Hanley. Maybe Azazel wouldn’t cause
much trouble for them until later. Then again, having no contact
with Simra might lead his demon brother to create more problems for
Zach.
    A glass object shattered
inside his parents' home after Zach made it to the large oak door.
He opened the door, stepped inside the house, and eased it shut. Azazel’s
raucous laughter echoed throughout their mom and dad’s home. Zach
followed the voice of Miles assuring Patricia how everything would
be fine.
    Azazel threw lamps, pictures,
breakables, and chairs. His demon brother laughed at their
fear-stricken pale faces. Their parents were huddled together in
the corner of the room. Fury surged through the angel. Zach took no
time racing toward his brother. Miles and Patricia’s terrified
gazes scanned the room as if trying to spot the evil
demon.
    Azazel turned around just in time. He
laughed without a care in Zach’s face. “No one invited you,
brother.”
    The angel pinned him against
the wall and growled between clenched teeth. “No one wants you
here.”
    Azazel raised his arm over Zach’s arms
and placed a hand to the angel’s shoulder. The demon appeared on
the other side of him. Zach swung around to the other side of his
brother and grabbed a cross hanging on their parents’ wall. Azazel
fell to his knees at the sight of the cross. His gaze pleaded with
the angel.
    Zach pinned Azazel to the
floor with the cross over the demon’s heart. The angel cried out in
the Aramaic dialect. “ Lord, thank You for
giving me power and authority over demons. I cover myself, Miles,
and Patricia Hanley in the blood of Jesus. I command you, Azazel,
to leave this area in Jesus's name."
    Azazel’s glowing eyes widened in
terror. He shoved Zach away and ran out the front door without
looking back. Their mom and dad were still huddled in the corner of
their trashed home. A deep ache burned inside the angel, and his
parents separated from each other.
    Miles and Patricia looked around the
house as though searching for an explanation. No human would ever
believe what his parents witnessed. Zach tried to avoid believing
Azazel’s true intentions of coming to their house.
    Patricia turned to her husband with her
wide puzzled eyes. “Miles, I know those were spirits. You believe
the second ghost, who held the cross and chased the other one away,
was…Zach?”
    “I’m not sure what to believe anymore,
Patricia. I never believed in spirits until now. Let’s not say
anything to anyone about this, understood?”
    “Of course, Honey.