My mother is everything to me, and my sister is the most precious jewel my mother has ever given me.
What am I going to do now?
The only thought I now had was to throw the pen into a deep well and I guess that would be the end of the mysterious pen.
The next morning at about early dawn,
When everyone was still in bed, I took THE PEN to an opened nearby well and threw it inside, considering the fact that all was going to be well.
I could now immediately find a church to attend, to avoid any further danger from the fraternity.
On my way back from disposing the pen, I was half way home when I noticed my left arm has gone completely paralysed.
Everything inside of me became intently hot.
I became immediately mute.
At this point I realised something terrible was about to befall me.
I took another route to a church located in the next street, called CHRIST THE KING CHURCH, where my parents usually attended every Sunday.
I was not the kind of kid that found much interest in attending Sunday services unlike my parents.
But now, I needed help from the supreme being himself.
I needed to make confession so that I could be saved from this enslavement before the remaining two days runs off.
Getting to the church was not something easy.
It felt like there was thousand forces pulling me from going that route.
I arrived at the church but found out the pastor of the church had gone on a trip the day before, and would be back hopefully on the next day.
The pastor and his family lived right in the church's compound.
With the hurry mood i entered the compound, I greeted the pastors wife, and she greeted me back and instantly asked me a question that threw me off balance.
You look troubled my son, Are you okay? She asked.
Yes Mother, I'm fine. I just need to see pastor urgently. I replied.
I guess just by looking the gestures on my face, she knew something was wrong.
After series of conversations, I told her I could return soon.
I immediately left the church's premises, feeling worried about the plague that was coming.
I wish i had met pastor to help me.
Still a little distance from home, I heard voices of cry.
I got home everyone in our compound were weeping.
The news of my dad's sudden death while he was in bed, took me off balance. My mom was crying so uncontrollably.
How could someone die when they were not even sick?
I immediately knew it was the GREAT ONE'S doing.
My mother's cry pierced my heart so badly.
I knew i was behind all this.
Immediately I heard a horrible voice;
"The power of the Great one now lives in you and you can't go back now. You have become the servant of the great one forever for throwing the precious gift of the Great one into a well, we took the life of your father, so as to serve as a warning to you.
You have two days remaining, to choose amongst your Mother or your sister. Any further warning will result to your death." The voice said plainly And it faded.
All those while, the voice was speaking directly from inside of me.
There was nothing I could do. I started begging The great one to pity me,. But I guess the Devil doesn't pity any soul.
Family members and relatives were all mourning my late father.
In anger, I went to my room and immediately placed a call to Devine. I had many things to say to him.
I wanted to express my grievances, why did he not tell me about all of the troubles behind THE PEN?
First of all why did he even introduce me to that kind of deadly website?
I wanted to assault him.
After he picked my call and i explained to him what has happened, I was surprised when he deliberately told me that he was in a very important meeting and that he'll call me back.
He had no sound of pity in his voice.
Without allowing me say anything further, he turned down the call.
I was too angry.
I placed another call again.
After countless minutes of ringing, he picked.
But before I could even outer a word, he said something which threw me off balance.
He told me that my father's death and was the Great one's way of disciplining me of my act of throwing their precious gift away.
And he turned down the call finally.
I was depressed, knowing there was just two more days left.
To be continued...