ANGELS AND DEMONS: THE UNSEEN BATTLE 10

Chapter 10: Mary's Plea to Humanity

The sky was heavy with the memory of the storm. The village, nestled between rolling hills and a winding river, was still in mourning. Houses lay in ruins, trees uprooted, and the river’s banks expanded far beyond their usual reach. Jonah, a boy of thirteen, sat on the remnants of a wooden dock, staring into the water. His heart weighed heavy, like the stones he cast into the river. Each ripple seemed to echo his mother’s absence, taken by the flood.

Farther away, in the hollow of an old oak tree, Sarah, a young woman in her twenties, clutched a damp photograph of her family. The storm had left her utterly alone, her parents and younger siblings swept away in the raging waters. Despair hung over her like a fog.

It was under this shroud of grief and loss that Mary, the Mother of God, chose to appear.

That evening, when the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the broken village, Jonah sat by the riverbank. The world seemed eerily silent, save for the gentle rustle of the wind. Suddenly, the air grew still, and a soft, radiant light began to envelop the area. Jonah turned, his heart racing, and saw a figure in flowing blue and white robes. Her face was serene, her eyes filled with both sorrow and love.

“Jonah,” she said, her voice like a melody carried on the breeze. “Do not fear.”

Jonah’s eyes widened. “Who… who are you?”

“I am Mary, the mother of God,” she replied, kneeling to meet his gaze. “I have come to you in your sorrow, for your heart carries the weight of the world’s pain. But I bring a message, not just for you, but for all.”

Before Jonah could respond, Mary extended her hand, and in a blink, they stood in the hollow of the oak tree where Sarah wept. The young woman gasped, dropping her photograph as the same divine light filled the space.

“Sarah,” Mary said gently, “I have heard your cries and seen your tears. You are not alone.”

Sarah fell to her knees, trembling. “How can this be? Why has this happened to us? To me?”

Mary’s expression was grave yet compassionate. “The storm was not of God’s making, but the consequence of a world that has turned away from Him. Humanity has allowed its greed, neglect, and selfishness to harm the very creation entrusted to its care. But there is hope, and that hope lies in prayer, repentance, and a change of heart.”

The light around them grew brighter, and suddenly, Jonah and Sarah saw visions of the earth. They saw fields turning to wastelands, oceans swallowing cities, and nations consumed by conflict. But in the midst of this darkness, they also saw glimpses of light, people joining hands in prayer, communities rebuilding with love, and hearts turning back to God.

“The world teeters on the edge of destruction,” Mary continued, her voice steady. “The end is near if humanity does not change. But it is not too late. Through prayer and repentance, you can inspire others to return to God. Only then can this impending doom be averted.”

Jonah’s voice was barely a whisper. “But what can we do? We’re just two people.”

Mary smiled softly. “God often chooses the small and humble to carry great messages. You must share what you’ve seen and heard. Live as examples of love, forgiveness, and faith. Tell the world that it is not too late to turn back.”

As the vision faded, Mary left them with a final plea. “Pray the Rosary daily. Offer sacrifices for sinners. And trust in God’s mercy, for His love is infinite.”

When Jonah and Sarah awoke, they were back in the village, the light of dawn breaking over the horizon. They felt a renewed strength in their hearts, a determination to share Mary’s message. Together, they began speaking to the villagers, sharing their vision and calling for a return to prayer and repentance.

Though the path was not easy, their faith became a beacon of hope. Slowly, the village began to rebuild, not just its homes, but its spirit. People joined together in prayer, helping one another with newfound compassion.