In the midst of Naomi's labor, Neymar stood in deep frustration, praying earnestly to Adonai, the Eternal God of the universe.
Unaware of the intense activity within the spiritual realm, Neymar did not know that a divine being had been sent by Adonai to guard his unborn child.
From the spirit realm, Micah descended toward the earth, heading for the region of Kabyle in North Africa. Suddenly, a black-hooded figure with two enormous black wings stood in his path, completely blocking the way. A dark aura surrounded the being, and in his hand was a dark sword, drawn and crackling with destructive force. With a single successful strike, the sword could unleash terror, agony, corruption, and devastation.
The figure stood ready for battle.
He was a being of darkness—one of the princes of darkness assigned to guard that territory.
"You have no authority to stand in my way," Micah said calmly as he drew his sword. "You rebellious being, you are fortunate Adonai has allowed you to remain on the earth for a while. Otherwise, you would have been cast into the abyss by now." He taunted.
A duel between the forces of light and darkness was about to collide.
Micah, a guardian angel designed for warfare, wielded a fiery golden sword. His appearance glowed brilliantly, radiating glory drawn from the presence of Adonai—the unlimited source of light and power.
He held the rank of a Watcher, a class of angels endowed with the ability to guard and to fight, possessing tremendous combat skills and supernatural agility.
In the realm of light, there are various angelic ranks, listed from highest to lowest as follows: Thrones, Dominions, Principalities, Cherubim, Seraphim, Watchers, Powers, and Messengers.
Each rank carries specific duties, authority, and abilities.
"Long time no see, old friend!" the hooded figure spoke, cackling. "We meet again—and now you stand in my territory. You are going nowhere!"
With blinding speed, he lunged at Micah, swinging his sword toward his head while forcefully flapping his wings to increase momentum.
As the sword was about to make contact with Micah's forehead, Micah moved at the speed of light, turning sideways as the dark blade sliced through empty air.
In a swift counter, Micah spread his wings and surged forward with tremendous force, swinging his fiery golden sword toward the figure's chest.
The hooded being twisted, attempting to block the attack with his sword.
At that moment, both swords clashed.
The impact from Micah's strike sent the hooded figure crashing violently into massive trees below, deep within the forest.
Micah flew down and began walking toward him. The hood had been torn from the figure's head during the impact, revealing a grotesque, monstrous face—dark, scarred, and horrifying.
As Micah approached, the figure struggled to his feet, weakened and shaking.
"You are stronger now," the hooded figure said in a pounding, strained voice. "Stronger than when we first fought." He paused, secretly trying to gather strength.
"Yes," Micah replied calmly. "That is the handiwork of Adonai's presence—the very presence from which you fell."
"Oh, Cora," Micah continued, shaking his head. "You thought joining Lucifer's rebellion was the best decision. Look at what it has made of you. Once a being of glory, beauty, and strength—now reduced to a hideous beast." He taunted softly, with a hint of sorrowful mockery.
"This is my territory!" Cora roared, rage burning fiercely within him. "You have no business here!"
He lunged forward again, slashing his sword toward Micah.
With a sudden burst of speed, Micah countered with a decisive strike.
As their swords collided once more, a massive wave of light erupted from Micah's blade. With a thunderous voice, he shouted:
"The earth is the LORD's, and the fullness thereof!"
The light transformed into blazing fire and exploded.
"No!" Cora screamed as the blast hurled him deeper into the forest, smashing through trees. His wings were torn apart, scattering feathers everywhere.
Moments later, his body vanished, and the feathers melted into dark smoke, fading into nothingness.
Micah stood alone, victorious.
Trees lay shattered across the forest floor, while others remained standing, bent and scarred. The scene looked as though a violent storm had ravaged the land.
Angels—both light and dark—are created with the ability to manifest physically, touching and interacting with the natural realm. They can also transform into human form and return to their original state. They possess emotions, feel pain, and are given free will to choose whom they serve.
Micah spread his wings and flew away, continuing his mission.
"Please, how is my wife?" Neymar asked anxiously as a midwife stepped out of the labor room.
"Her labor is delayed, sir," the midwife replied, worry evident on her face. "We are doing everything we can to ensure a safe delivery." She hurried past him.
"Do not worry, Neymar. The delivery has now been successful."
A calm voice echoed behind him.
Neymar turned and saw a young man dressed in a white robe with a golden belt wrapped around his waist. His body glowed with divine radiance.
It was Micah—the angel Adonai had sent to guard Neymar's child. He had taken this form to deliver the message concerning the child's destiny.
"My Lord!" Neymar cried out, trembling as he bowed.
"Do not be afraid, Neymar," Micah said gently. "And please do not bow to me. I am only a servant of Adonai."
As he spoke, his brightness faded, leaving only his garments.
"Your wife, Naomi, will give birth to a male child," Micah announced.
"You shall call his name Michael, for he will be a prince of Adonai. Over nations and kingdoms he will rule. He will battle dark forces and their agents, and he will bring peace to the earth."
Micah continued, revealing the child's destiny.
"He will be born with unusual abilities. When you begin to notice these abilities, do not discourage him. Guard him in the ways of Adonai, and do not allow any form of sorcery to be performed on him."
"He will be a warrior," Micah said firmly, "with the power to fight in great battles. There will be a symbol of a crossed sword on his chest as a sign that he is chosen. Away allow his chest to remain covered, for his identity must remain hidden until the appointed time."
Suddenly, Micah's entire body glowed brightly once again, blinding Neymar for a moment.
As Neymar bowed with trembling reverence and lifted his head, the angel was gone.
"Oh, blessed be Adonai, the Eternal God," Neymar praised, lifting his hands toward heaven.
At that very moment, the cry of a newborn baby echoed through the house where the delivery had taken place.
The history of mankind was about to change.