Her aunty sold her to a herbalist after her parents died(part5)

At 12, Her Aunty Sold Her To A R!tualist After Her Parents Died, And Then The Unthinkable Happened_5️⃣

"Sir… turn away from your evíl. You have only half a percent of life left. 

You are already ninety-nine and a half percent déad. 

Turn away from your wíckedness so your life can be restored.

Chief Lucas froze. Her words píerced his soul. He turned to look at her again with terrífied eyes, his heart póunded like a war drum, but his mouth was heavy—too heavy to speak.

He quietly walked away… shaken to his core.

That night, Chief Lucas tossed and turned in his bed. Nora’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind, making it impossible for him to sleep. He felt sufføcated, trapped by the weight of his impending doom.

Unable to bear the tørment any longer, he sprang out of bed and walked quietly to Nora’s room at 3 a.m. His heart raced as he knocked softly and entered.

"Please, my daughter… I want us to talk." His voice trembled, filled with both respect and fear.

Nora stirred, looking up at him with calm eyes.

"Okay, go ahead, sir."

Chief Lucas sat down, his words heavy with desperation.

"How do you know that I am closer to déath?"

Nora met his gaze with unflinching certainty.

"Sometimes, I see beyond the physical," she said. "That moment, my eyes opened, and I saw how your evíl deeds have pûshed you into darkness. I also had a dream where you were in a coffin, buríed deep inside a dug gràve, and people stood around, waiting to bûry you."

Chief Lucas shuddered at the vivid imagery. He clasped his hands tightly, his voice quivering with urgency.

"Please, my daughter… What can I do now? My life is in dänger… I have just today and tomorrow left to live."

Nora spoke with quiet strength.

"Very simple. Repent from your evíl ways, and God will restore your life."

Chief Lucas, torn between disbelief and desperation, pleaded,

"How can I do that?"

Nora nodded slowly, then said,

"Today is Sunday. Pack everything you know that is evíl in this house. Let’s take it to the church."

Chief Lucas hesitated. But as he remembered the wärning from the spiritualist—and the chilling realization that he was already a déad man—he decided to follow Nora’s instructions.

Hours later, Chief Lucas stood in the church, holding all the items that had been given to him by the occultic kingdom. 

The man of God’s sermon felt as though it was speaking directly to him, every word cutting through the fog of his guílt. 

It was as if God was personally addressing his sóul.

When the service ended, Chief Lucas confessed his sins, laying down the occultic items. With a sense of relief and shàme, he surrendered his past and his evíl ways.

 The man of God prayed over him, and after the prayer, he gave Chief Lucas a final instruction.

"Do not return to your house, Chief. Stay here in the church, fast and pray for seven days. Seek God’s mercy and redemption."

Without hesitation, Chief Lucas obeyed. For seven days, he fasted and prayed in the church, seeking forgiveness and guidance. At the end of the week, he felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from him. His soul was lighter, his spirit free.

When he finally returned to his house, he expected déstruction—perhaps even the loss of everything he owned.

 But when he arrived, everything was still in place. He looked around in disbelief.

"I thought I was going to díe or lose everything…" he muttered to himself.

The man of God had told him that God was the giver of life and that all power belonged to Him.

But when he entered his secret room, where his occultic altar had once stood, he saw something that took his breath away: everything—the altar, the dark symbols, the objects of power—had been completely búrned to ashes.

In that moment, Chief Lucas knew that his life had been restored. He had been given a second chance.

From that day forward, Chief Lucas lived a life of joy and peace, surrounded by love and grace. Nora, his adopted daughter, became his guiding light, his protector.

Months later, Chief Lucas made the decision to sell some of his properties and relocate abroad, starting fresh with Nora by his side. Together, they built a new life—one of happiness, love, and redemption.

After Nora and her adoptive father, Chief Lucas, relocated abroad, their lives blossomed with peace and purpose. Chief Lucas, once a man trapped in darkness, was now a testimony of redemption. 

  Nora, the girl who had unknowingly carried divine fire in her spirit, was thriving in a new land—safe, joyful, and unstoppable.

But thousands of miles away, in Nigeria, something dark was unfolding.

Delilah—Nora’s aunt and the woman who had once pretended to care while secretly plotting her own sister's dëath—was being tørmented night after night. Every time she closed her eyes to sleep, the same terrîfying scene replayed:

Then, one night… something terríble happened.

Delilah had just laid down when the air in her room turned icy cold. She tried to rise, but her entire bódy locked. Her eyes remained wide open—frozen, helpless.

From the shadows, her sister stepped forward. She walked slowly and sat at the edge of the bed. Her voice was calm but thunderous in Delilah’s ears.

“Delilah… Where is my daughter?”.....

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