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we have been given
have divine power to demolish strongholds.”
    Jack knew this was a
major stronghold that needed to be torn down and destroyed. It had cost two
very foolish people and one naive and rebellious young man their lives. Jack
also knew that the influence of this kind of evil was not limited to this one
house, but was affecting the whole town. Strengthened by his faith and the
gifts God had given him, he opened the car door and headed for the front door.
    He slowly pushed the
heavy wooden door open and walked in. Looking around, he could now sense a cold
dampness emulating from the stairway to the second floor. He knew he didn’t
have to find the demon because the foul creature would come to him.
    Suddenly, he heard a
loud anguishing scream and then, there it was. It was ten feet in front of him
hovering over the lower landing of the stairway. Jack could feel a new strength
coming over him - one he had come to rely on and expect. The demon’s eyes
glowed a reddish orange and, rearing back its head and opening its mouth wider
than what seemed possible, it let out an awful sound that started out low and
deep, and ascended to a high pitch squeal that nearly broke what was left of
the glass panes in the windows. The sound even shook the pictures left hanging
on the wall. Jack knew it would do all it could to strike fear into his heart,
hoping it would overwhelm and paralyze him, preventing him from completing his
mission.
    Finally it spoke. “Jack
Bennett! This is MY home. I was invited here and here is where I’m going to
stay! You can’t move me. I’m not like the others you have dealt with. I am a
prince. I have dominion in this area.”
    Jack suddenly felt a
new presence enter the room. It was strong and powerful and it was growing
stronger by the second. Feeling his faith rise up, Jack gathered himself with
renewed confidence, stood firm, and declared, “I did not come here in my own
strength and I did not come here to talk, but to remove you from this place. In
the name of Jesus the Christ, the son of the living God, I bind your power and
the Lord Himself casts you from this place. Be gone from here!”
    At that, the demon let out
a howl, the likes of which Jack had never heard before. It swirled around the
room, stopped right in front of him- mere inches from his face, let out an even
louder roar, shot up through the ceiling, and was gone.
    Jack stood in the
middle of the room, now in complete silence and all alone. He wasted no time in
getting out of the house. His job was done. As soon as he got back in his car,
he broke out into a cold sweat. Taking a deep breath, he popped in a CD of his
favorite rockin’ worship music, cranked it up and shouted, “Thank you Jesus!
You are faithful and true!”
    Jack knew in his heart
this was going to be a long fight, but for now he rested in the peace and power
of his God, and that was as sweet as it gets.
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Springtime in
Washington D.C. is always beautiful, especially with the National Cherry Blossom Festival, a tradition that
showcases the beautiful gift of 3,000 cherry
trees the city of Tokyo gave to the nation’s
capitol. It is also the time when a secret society, The Sons of Nimrod, come
together for their annual meeting. D.C. was always jammed with visitors this
time of year , making it the perfect time for some high profile individuals to fly in for a
quiet, clandestine meeting.
    The
Hotel Palomar w as a six-minute walk from the Dupont Circle Metro S tation, and about two miles from the National Mall. It
was the place where the society liked to meet. It had every amenity including a
private conference room that fit their purposes
to a T .
    Outside,
in front of the hotel, a long black limousine pulled up. One door on each side
of the limo opened and two large men dressed in black suits got out. They were
typical federal agent types, the kind that looked like they could handle any
situation that might come up. They quickly scanned