Episode One | The Choice That Wasn’t Mine | The Occult’s Bride | Chosen Against My Will | Short Mystery Story
The night was darker than usual, the kind of darkness that pressed against the skin like a living thing. No stars pierced the heavens, and the moon was veiled as though creation itself had turned its face away. I should have been safe in my home, but that night the shadows carried whispers—whispers that carried my name.
I had always sensed it—the eyes that followed me in crowded streets, the footsteps echoing just a little too close behind me when I walked alone. Yet I brushed it aside, convincing myself I was only imagining things. But on this night, denial shattered. The truth revealed itself: I had been chosen against my will.
Chosen… as a bride.
Not for a man, but for a covenant sealed in blood by a ring of powerful men who called themselves “The Keepers of the Flame.” They operated in secret, clothed in wealth, influence, and darkness. They had one goal: to bind me into a marriage that was not of love, but of ownership—where my body would be used, my soul enslaved, and my child, the child I carried, stolen for their dark rituals.
The First Encounter
It began with a letter slipped beneath my door. The paper was black, the writing in red ink—almost as though written with blood. It said only this:
"You cannot run. You cannot hide. You are chosen."
Fear clawed through me. I grabbed my Tanakh and opened it with trembling hands, landing on a verse I had memorized but never understood until that moment:
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4)
I whispered it aloud, tears stinging my eyes. But even as I prayed, the lights in my home flickered, and the sound of something scraping against my window filled the silence. I felt their presence before I saw them.
Three men in cloaks stood outside—watching.
The Choice That Wasn’t Mine
The next day, I tried to convince myself it had been a nightmare. But when I left my house, a man in a suit approached me, his face disturbingly calm.
“You are already ours,” he said, pressing a small black box into my hand before walking away.
Inside was a ring. Silver, with strange engravings that twisted like serpents. My stomach turned as I realized it was a wedding ring—an unholy symbol of the covenant they wanted to force me into.
I dropped it, but it didn’t fall. It clung to my palm as though magnetized to my skin. I screamed and shook my hand until it finally dropped to the ground. When I looked again… it had vanished.
Yeshua’s Words in the Night
That night I cried out, “Adonai, save me! What do I do? They are stronger than I am!”
And in the silence, I remembered the words of Yeshua:
> “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10)
His words cut through the fear like a sword. If the thief had come for me, then the Shepherd had come to deliver me. But how?
I fasted. I prayed. Still, the darkness grew thicker.
The Unwanted Ceremony
On the seventh night after the letter, they came. Four men entered my home without breaking the lock, as if the walls themselves had betrayed me. They wore black robes, their faces covered, and their leader carried a book bound in animal skin.
“You belong to us now,” he intoned, his voice echoing unnaturally. “The bride of the Flame. Through you, the covenant will be sealed, and the child will be ours.”
I shouted, “NO! My covenant is with the God of Israel!”
In desperation, I cried out the words of Yeshua:
> “Get behind me, Satan! For it is written, ‘You shall worship the Lord your God, and Him only shall you serve.’” (Matthew 4:10)
The leader’s face twisted with fury. He raised his hand, and I felt my body go numb, as though invisible chains bound me. They dragged me to the center of the room where a circle had been drawn in chalk and ash. At its center stood a dark altar, and on it—a veil, a goblet of wine, and another ring.
The leader lifted the ring high. “With this, the covenant is sealed!”
My voice broke with tears: “Adonai! Save me! Redeem me, for I am Yours!”
Suddenly, the windows shattered with a mighty wind. The candles extinguished, plunging the room into chaos. A voice thundered—not from any man, but from heaven itself:
> “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine.” (Isaiah 43:1)
The men screamed, shielding their faces as though the presence of the Almighty burned their very skin.
The Mystery That Remains
When I opened my eyes, they were gone. The room was empty, silent—except for one thing.
The ring still lay on the floor.
Only this time, it glowed faintly… pulsing as though alive.
I dared not touch it. But as I stared, the words of Yeshua echoed again in my heart:
> “What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.” (Matthew 19:6)
But what of what man had tried to join in darkness?
Was the covenant broken—or had something begun that I could not yet understand?
And then I heard it—three knocks at my door. Slow. Deliberate.
When I opened it… someone was standing there.
Not one of the cloaked men.
But someone who knew my name.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
🔥 End of Episode One
Episode Two | The Three Knocks | The Occult’s Bride | Chosen Against My Will | Short Mystery Story
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