Chapter 3 The Unseen Scars

At CAC we saw Efe sitting at the first row looking scared like he was owing CBN. He stayed in the church, sitting silently while the janitors cleaned. Something inside him had broken yes but something else had awakened.

By dawn, he noticed something strange on his wrist: a faint symbol, like an imprint-one he never remembered seeing before. It looked ancient, almost tribal, but the center formed the shape of an eye.

He rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed it. Nothing. It only grew redder. Burning.

A scripture flashed through his mind:

"The weapons of our warfare are not carnal..."

His phone buzzed again.

This time, it was a number he recognized: Pastor James.

"Come. We need to talk. Bring the Bible you used last night."

Scene: In Pastor James' Study

Books lined the shelves. Old, leather-bound volumes on deliverance, ancient spirits, and African occult origins.

The pastor examined the mark.

"This isn't ordinary," he whispered. "It's a spiritual seal. You must've agreed to something in the spirit, knowingly or not."

Efe's heart dropped.

"You mean I made a covenant?"

Pastor James nodded.

"Lust isn't just sin-it's invitation. You've opened a gate."

Efe sat down, weak.

"So what now?". The pastor opened his Bible, placing his hand over the mark.

"We break the seal. But get ready... it won't go quietly."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the closed windows. The candles flickered violently.

And from somewhere unseen... a deep, guttural laugh echoed.

To be continued...

We move into full-blown warfare and manifestation in Chapter Four?