#20 Johnny: Lucifaria Enraged
After a defining roar from the beast that raised from the earth at Mount Zion, the beast possessed Johnny - empowering him to convert the world’s inhabitants to worship Apollyon.
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LUCIFARIA AGAINST WOMAN ISRAEL
In the shadowed annals of time, when Lucifaria hung between humanity and the prophecies of the ancient scrolls, Lucifaria, once the Morning Star, stirred in the irreverent takeover of the Holy of Holies. His wings, once ablaze with heavenly fire, now bore the weight of rebellion—a rebellion that would bring the ages and the realm of celestial wars to an end.
As Johnny stood at the doorway of the Holy of Holies, he heard Lucifaria whispering words from his evil ancient scrolls to Apollyon. It sounded like a description of a forthcoming cosmic drama, where the veil between the realm of the Hebrew God’s Heaven will grow thin. Johnny heard Lucifaria had plans to defeat the Hebrew God and all of the angels, claiming they had only 3 and a half human years to build an army large enough to defeat the Archangel Michael’s great army. Lucifaria told Apollyon that it was imperative that they descended upon the land of Israel and destroy all the Jews who refused to worship him—a land chosen by the Almighty, Lucifaria’s greatest enemy.
Lucifaria told Apollyon his challenge - that this Almighty marked 144,000 of the Jews with His Mark, a people marked by the covenant of protection.
LUCIFARIA: We must declare war on all those who keep the commandments of the Hebrew God and hold to the testimony of Yeshua. Today, Apollyon, I will give you the power to pour forth from your mouth a river of blood to sweep the resisting Jews away from my dwelling place.
APOLLYON: What are we to do with the protected 144,000 Jewish leaders? Since they have the covenant of protection, how will we defeat them?
LUCIFARIA: I have given you great power and authority. However, these protected Jews will kill you Apollyon, but I will bring you back to life. After this, the whole earth will marvel and turn to worship you, saying, “Who is like the beast, and who can fight against it?” Apollyon, this is how you will turn all nations and their people to worship me. As for those 144,000 untouchable Jews, leave them to me. My army will defeat them after the war of what they call “The Battle of Armageddon.”
Apollyon’s dominance was not swift; it was a gradual unraveling of darkness. The rumors of discontent reached the hearts of kings and prophets alike. The throne of Israel, once bathed in divine favor, now trembled under the weight of war and compromise. However, this massive slaughtering aroused 10,000 pure-bloodline Jews from each of the twelve tribes of Israel to assemble.
Lucifaria’s eyes glinted with malice as he watched the pure bloodline gather and prepare for war. His deception of the end worsened. He whispered in the ears of Apollyon and the world rulers that these warriors are not sheepish like other Jews. He sowed more discord among the rulers, and kindled flames of ambition to defeat the army of 144,000. His throne, forged from shadows, arousing fear in the heart of Jerusalem—a mockery of the once Hebrew God’s throne.
The cowardly Jewish leaders of Israel, blinded by earthly desires, danced to his tune. They traded wisdom for folly, righteousness for expediency. The Temple, once a beacon of holiness, echoed with hollow prayers. The sacred Jewish scrolls gathered dust, their words forgotten.
Lucifaria reveled in the chaos. His minions spoke in the corridors of power, urging betrayal and compromise. The anointed ones—the prophets, priests, and judges—were ensnared in his silken threads. Their hearts, once aflame with zeal, now flickered like dying embers - much like what Johnny suffered.
He stood before the altar, his eyes aflame with defiance. “I am the true ruler,” he declared, his voice echoing through the hallowed halls of the Temple. “The Almighty’s covenant is but a relic. I shall ascend above the stars; my throne shall pierce the heavens.”
The skies darkened, and thunder rumbled. On Heaven’s side, the angels readied themselves, waiting for the command, stood in silence. But the surviving cowards of Israel, their discernment dulled, cheered for the false king. They hailed him as a liberator, blind to the chains tightening around their souls.
Lucifaria’s throne, adorned with stolen jewels, gleamed atop Mount Zion. He says, The Zionists now belong to me. Death to their God. The sacred fire, once tended by priests, now flickered at his command. The Ark of the Covenant, forgotten in a dusty chamber, wept for the return of the Great Messiah.
The 144,000 pure bloodline warriors rushed the Temple. Made their way into the Holy of Holies.
The lead priest of the tribe of Judah took King David’s sword and thrust it into Apollyon’s chest - instantly killing him. By the time the bloodline warriors left the Temple, Apollyon is raised from the dead to proclaim his immortality. Thousands of witnesses saw with their own eyes the miraculous works of their newfound leader. The leader of the tribe of Judah told his army that this one must be removed by the coming Messiah. His day will come.
And so, Lucifaria knew it was time. He summoned another beast from the earth. It had two horns like a lamb but spoke like a dragon. Johnny was watching this beast rise from the dust of the earth atop of Mount Zion. After a defining roar, the beast possessed Johnny - empowering him to convert the world’s inhabitants to worship Apollyon. The resurrection of Apollyon made Johnny’s task easy.
Johnny felt like a new man. He knew he could perform great signs, even making fire come down from heaven to earth in front of the masses, and by these signs he could deceive those that dwell on the earth, telling them to make an image of Apollyon in front of the Third Temple.
Days past, the workers finished the statue. Johnny walked over to the statue of Apollyon and breathed life into the statue so it could speak.
THE STATUE: Worship my image or be slain. Without this Mark, you cannot buy, sell, or trade throughout the nations. Receive your mark today.
Both great and small, both rich and poor, both free and slave, stepped up to be marked on the right hand or their forehead with Lucifaria’s Mark - 666.
Thousands stood in resistance. Johnny called down fire from the heavens. Every resister was consumed by the fire instantly.
The true King of kings watched from beyond the veil, His heart heavy with love and sorrow. He sent messengers—angelic messengers—to awaken His 144,000 loyalists, to remind them of their covenant and the soon coming of their Messiah. The messengers commanded them to go to the cave of Mearah and wait.
But pride held sway. The leaders of Lucifaria’s chambers scoffed, while the 144,000 remained defiant to Apollyon, the resisters of Lucifaria were dropping like flies as Lucifaria’s grip tightened. The land groaned—the olive trees wept oil, the rivers ran crimson with the blood of the resisters. The prophets of ancient Israel’s voices were drowned in the clamor of the false prophet - Johnny became delighted by his own pride.
Yet, in the darkest hour, a remnant remained—a handful of faithful hearts who clung to the ancient promises, the pure bloodline Jews. Now being protected in the caves of Mearah, they whispered prayers, traced the lines of prophecy, and waited for the true King of kings to return.
And so, Lucifaria’s lie unfolds - secure for an eternal moment. His rising, Israel faltering, and the soon coming Armageddon battle is about to reach a crescendo. But fake hope lingers—a flicker in the abyss of the Temple. For even fallen angels, demons, have enveloped the lie of the Hebrew God’s greatest enemy. Lucifaria is about to get some of his own.
Coming up next: THE MESSAGE OF THE THREE ANGELS