RESURRECTION – Season Three: Episode 12

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Simon had gained a greater control over his body. He found a few priestly garments in the temple and dropped them on Michael’s body. Michael could tell what Simon was about to do; he was going to burn his body and those of the dead elders.

Michael’s voice grew louder in the temple and objects flew about at his command. Simon was undeterred; after gathering materials he felt could make a bonfire; he set Michael’s body on fire. Amazingly he didn’t hear Michael’s voice after he set his body on fire. He still wasn’t done; he went back into the chambers and found gallons of oil (only God knew what they used them for) and emptied them all over the temple. As the rays of early morning sun shone into the temple, Simon discovered that what he had mistaken for oil was actually blood; the elders stored human blood in gallons.

Though he was disappointed that the blood won’t help him start the kind of fire he had hoped to start, he was however glad he poured them out on the floor. He had to make do with the veils and curtains in the temple to set the temple on fire. Simon stepped outside and watched as the fire grew and feverishly overwhelmed the temple and all the things in it. He smiled, happy that the fight had finally come to an end, but he was wrong. The gallons of blood he emptied on the floor had awakened Michael and all the dead elders. With fire on their bodies, they dragged themselves out of the temple and came after Simon.

Simon was shocked to see them alive. Most of the elders had no heads, their bodies just dragged toward Simon. Michael was in the lead, with his eyes flaming. Simon’s only defense was the blade in his hand, the wall and the gate were too high for him to scale. There was little time for him to have a plan; he just threw himself into the battle.

He aimed at Michael’s outstretched arms as he reached to grab him and slashed them off. He stepped backward and hacked the blade into Michael’s right leg; the blow left Michael’s limb hanging only on sinews and flesh from the knee. Thankfully the fire had begun to overpower the elders; one after another they fell to the ground. Michael stood on a foot still burning; he couldn’t move having lost two arms and a foot. Simon moved back like an athlete about to leap over a high jump and aimed at Michael’s neck; he lunged forward and lumped off Michael’s head with a venomous blow.

“Now old friend, I would like to see you rise again,” Simon gloated. By now the roof of the temple had begun to burn, people from miles could see it. Simon looked around, searching for a means to get away. Then he heard a pounding sound on the gate. He ran to hide and listened to the voices at the gate. He picked one unmistakable voice, it was Melinda’s. She was shouting an order to someone, “Ram the gate down! Simon is inside, we can’t let him die!” Simon ran out of his hiding shouting. “Melinda I am fine!” he shouted. As he drew near to the gate, there was a heavy bang on the gate, it jangled and collapsed to the ground. Simon stood still watching in unbelief, his friends would stop at nothing to save him. Melinda and the others ran into the compound following behind Osoba’s bus with which they tore down the gate. They were all armed to the teeth and ready for a fight.

They all stood still when they saw Simon standing in the middle of the compound holding a Persian blade in his hand. They had been told Michael was in Simon’s body; so they could not tell who was standing before them, whether Michael or Simon. Osoba jumped out of his bus and demanded, “Who is in that body, Simon or Michael? Declare yourself!” “Hello friends, it is me Simon. The battle is over take it easy!” None of them moved, they had seen enough to believe Michael and the elders could do anything to deceive them.

“I think it is Simon. Who could have set the temple on fire?” Melinda pointed out. “Melinda don’t assume anything, we don’t know what happened here yet,” said Austin. Verah stepped closer and commanded, “You foul spirit masquerading as Simon, I command you in the Name of Jesus bow on your knees!” Simon stood still and watched them; a few seconds passed and he said, “It is me Simon, Michael has left my body. Look at him; I burnt him and the elders. I fought him out of my body, I burnt the temple. I was already free when he came to the hospital to kill you all. It is me Simon!”

Osoba moved and stood before Simon and said, “If he so much as moves a finger, cut him down!” He studied him to know if he was real and then said to Austin, “Bring fire from the temple, we are going to burn him!” “No Osoba you can’t burn him, he is Simon for real,” Melinda protested. Simon tightened his grip around the blade in his hand and narrowed his gaze on Osoba’s neck. Austin returned with some coals of fire and kept them in-between Simon’s legs. “Wait Osoba! There is another way to prove whether Simon is the one inside that body. I am going to pray, if he reacts violently kill him,” said Verah. 

Verah came close and began to pray, “Heavenly father if there be any foul spirit in this man or any other human spirit other than his own, I command now let there be a violent reaction in him in the Name of Jesus!”, “Amen!” responded Simon. Verah paused and asked, “Simon is that you for real?” “Verah it is me! I burnt these people you see here. I destroyed their temple. I burnt Simon’s coffin and body; there he lies dead! I think we should leave now, the police will be here any moment!” Melinda rushed forward and put her hand on Simon’s head and declared, “If you are not Simon, I command Holy Ghost…” The others responded “Fire!” Simon began to laugh at them; they all hugged him and hurried into Oosba’s bus. On the road back to the city, they all wanted to know how Simon got out of the bottle; he explained to them that the bottle cracked and his spirit floated out of it like air. While the others harrowed Simon with questions and told tales of their horror adventure, Melinda rested her head on Austin’s chest and said, “Babe I think it is about time we had that wedding.”

Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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