The next instant Judah was bombarded by flaming missiles to his entire body.

They pummeled him mercilessly. He tried to scream out in pain but no sounds came forth. He felt himself being consumed by this bombardment of blazing projectiles. Judah thought of Dawn and of his mother. His entire life raced before his eyes as he prepared to meet his Maker. pages 34-35

As Judah sped home to Potomac, the sky was dark and lightning flashed all around. Thunder bellowed from unseen cannons in the sky. The road became a mass of hailstones and his car swerved from side to side. He had to slow down to an almost crawl. He put on his lights and pulled off the road. After a few harrowing minutes, he could move again although it had to be very cautiously.

When he neared his beautiful Tudor style home, he groaned in terror. Above his house in the midst of the black thunderclouds was a huge saucer. From its base emanated a narrow beam of light. Judah raced into the driveway just as he saw his mother being taken up in the beam. He struggled to get out of his seatbelt, but it became all tangled. His mother was now above the roofline and all the while was in an apparent trance. She looked almost asleep.

As he finally cut the seatbelt with his pocketknife, Judah sprang from the car. He raced up to the beam but it had already deposited his mother inside the ship. Judah jumped up, but the beam was out of his grasp. He could not reach it. He lay on the ground amidst the hailstones and the pelting rain and yelled out in extreme anguish.

"Bring my mother back, you beings from the pits of hell", Judah screamed shaking his fist at the heavens. "She has done nothing to you. Leave her alone. It is me that you want!"

Judah then emptied his revolver into the hovering craft but nothing happened.

The craft suddenly disappeared from the Maryland sky with his mother onboard. Judah scrambled all around to try and figure out what he should do. He could not call the police. He could not go after them. What could he do? He thought of calling the Institute and speaking with Stephen. Maybe he could put him in touch with Azazel. He tried but everyone had gone home.He prepared himself to meet the enemy once again on his turf to save his mother, but he needed to be prayed up or else Azazel would devour him with flaming missiles. He also needed to bathe himself in the shed blood of Christ to ward off all the wiles of the great deceiver.

He did not know if he could save his mother. She was not a Believer and thus was open to the attacks of the prince of the air as were everyone, but she did not have the weapons of the Holy Spirit to defend herself.

Judah pleaded with the Lord to let him rescue his mother. She was old and frail. He did not know how much of this that she could take. He could only imagine her waking up in a strange craft and being interrogated by those hideous creatures of the night. It was almost morning now but Bertha had not returned. He knew that Azazel was doing this to get at him. First Dawn and now his mother. They would stop at nothing to continue to pursue their ends.

Suddenly, Bertha's body apparently fell right through the skylight without breaking it onto the floor in front of Judah. He screamed and ran up to her lifeless body.Bertha was barely breathing. There was a look of absolute fright on her face that scared even Judah. Her eyes were wide open as was her mouth. Her pupils were fully dilated. Her hair stood out like she had put her finger in the light socket. Judah gave her CPR, but she barely responded. He did not want to leave her, but finally had to go and call the paramedics. As he dialed, he abruptly thought of their probable reaction. Here was another family member of his unconscious without any apparent cause.

When they arrived, the EMTs quickly loaded his mother into the ambulance. Ironically, it was the same team as before with Dawn. They gave him strange looks. pages 45-47

When he got home, Judah just crashed on the sofa. These last few weeks had been exhausting both physically as well as emotionally. He dreamed that Azazel was before him once again. Its huge black wings were lifted up and reached nearly to his ceiling. It just stared at him through cold white pupiless slits. Judah could feel heat radiating from it.

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