That night, I prayed for everyone... and when it was Cássio's turn...
"He's mine!" cried the Dove Lady.
I saw her wrapping her arms around Cássio from behind, one hand pressed against his heart.
The nerve of her, interrupting my prayers! She came just to provoke me, I thought, furious.
I continued praying.
"Lord, let Your will be done in Cássio's life..."
Once again, my prayer was interrupted. The demon from the dream attacked me.
It moved closer. It was shaped like a sheet of paper, and as it folded and unfolded itself, it glided through the air, growing larger with every movement.
"God watches over me. Jesus, send Your angels to protect me..." I prayed with conviction.
Immediately, it retreated, folding and unfolding as it shrank, until it vanished into the air.
Then I saw a legion of demons coming toward me. They flew swiftly, consumed by fury. As they advanced, they seemed to merge together into a vast gray cloud.
"Jesus, let Your angels protect me!" I pleaded.
In front of me, angels appeared—countless angels standing shoulder to shoulder. With their arms raised, they formed a wall, blocking the legion's path.
Thank you, angels, I thought in awe.
In the midst of battle, God sends angels to guard us, and many times they protect us with their own bodies, I reflected, deeply moved.
The gray cloud disappeared.
The angels had cleared the spiritual realm around me.
I stopped praying for Cássio. It wasn't worth it anymore.
The following night, I didn't pray for him.
"You see?" the enemy said triumphantly. "Who told you evil never wins? Evil wins too!"
I decided to pray for my family. I didn't want anything to happen because of me. I prayed for myself as well, asking God to protect us all.
My mother called, and I told her everything that had happened.
"You were right, Mom. The demon from the dream came because of my friend. Then more came—a whole legion..."
"I told you! A legion?"
"Yes. I was praying, just as you instructed me, asking God to carry out His will in my friend's life, and the demon came back."
"Again?"
"Mom, it doesn't make sense to keep praying for him anymore. He's living in sin by his own choice now. He's not innocent anymore. People talked to him. He was warned."
"It's one of the women he's involved with," she said. "She's practicing witchcraft in secret. He was warned not to pursue her. He thought about it, but he went after her anyway."
"That makes me so sad."
"You prayed so much for him..."
"I did because God asked me to. God asked whether I was willing to enter a spiritual battle, and I said yes."
"God gave him a chance, and you did your part. Don't be sad—you should be happy," she said, trying to comfort me.
"Happy? Why? The enemy won! Evil wins too! There were angels, and now there's a legion. I had to stop praying and ask God for protection!" I protested, unable to accept it.
"The enemy didn't win. You did."
"Me? Why did I win?"
"Because you finally got to see the other side. You saw how things truly are in the spiritual world. Be happy."
"He chose to walk away from me and go back to his old life."
"God moved him away so he wouldn't contaminate you. He's not ready. He's a man who lets himself be influenced by the people around him. He isn't steadfast. God doesn't want this, and that's the end of it. You should be grateful for God's protection. God loves you very much."
"Thank you, Mom. God bless you. I'm going to hang up now."
"Don't be sad. Be happy! You're victorious! Stay with God," she said cheerfully.
"Amen."