#imagine her fiery wrath when you show up and have done harm to one of you horses

[osierrasoulo]

So I decided to make Malon the goddess of Horses! As she should be! Hope you like her!

Imagine going to the fountain, and she finds out that you somehow lost Epona..... I would be absolutely terrified! If this is how the horse fountains deity looked. Imagine what Wild would feel like after meeting Malon? Would she react when Wild brings the chain and she sees Time? I feel like she would be like 'well I'll be... There's my fairy boy..'

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Trigger

Paring : Ten X Reader

Genre : Mafia! AU, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings : Mention of; death, smoking, shooting, slightly suggestive content

Summary: Things went down after you had a bad day

Word Count: 2,189

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You took a long draw from the cigarette that was wedged between your lips, the toxic gas drying out your throat as it traveled down into your lungs. You reveled in the bitterness of it before exhaling it back out and creating a screen of smoke, blurring your view of the different assortment of alcoholic drinks that lined the shelf of the bar. The booming music that emanated from the speakers reverberated deeply in your chest, chasing away any unwanted thoughts that previously ran through your mind. You were not one for such places, but today was an exception. You desperately needed an escape from the events that had happened throughout the course of the day. Lazily waving the bartender over, you requested a refill, hand gesturing towards the empty lowball cup that sat idle on the counter-top before lighting up your nth cigarette of the night. The anger you felt was still boiling and bubbling deep within the pit of your stomach, and no amount of liquor seem to be able to douse the raging fire inside. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, went wrong.

The first thing you woke up to was a report from one of your men that a major rival group had destroyed and taken over part of your northern territory overnight, killing a few of your people in the process. Next, the 9.8 million arms deal was trashed when you found out that the other party had the audacity to sabotage the exchanged. They had planned to cause an ‘incident’ and run away with the arms without paying. A stupid decision on their part really, anyone and everyone knew not to mess with you or they’ll end up paying a heavy price. Now that foolish group is nothing more than a pile of ashes residing in one of the warehouses near the outskirts of the city. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse, you went back to your boyfriend’s office hoping to get a nice cold shower and a good cuddling session with him before meeting up with your own people to discuss the tragedy that occurred the night before. But instead of that, what you were greeted with was the sight of a barely clothed female trying to advance on your boyfriend. Keyword TRYING, but you were too messed up to even care about the situation that was unfolding in front of you, too tired too troubled. Instead of ripping the girl off him and introducing his face to your fist, you turned and left wordlessly. His explanation could wait till later, when you had calmed down enough to actually listen to his explanation. For now, you decided that it would be good if you got some alone time, and that’s how you found yourself drinking and smoking the night away in a club that had terribly remixed EDM music blasting way too loudly for your liking.

Your eyes lazily swept over the dance floor, watching a sea of intoxicated bodies grinding against each other, as you downed the contents in your cup before ordering yet another refill. You were definitely pass your limit but had no plans on stopping anytime soon. Inhale. Exhale. Drink. A cycle that you’ve been repeating for the past hour. You brought the cool glass to your lips, the gold to yellow liquid only managed to graze your lips slightly before a hand shot out from behind you, yanking the cup out of your hands and setting it down on the counter top. Turning around, you glared at whoever dared to disturb you, ready to pounce and kill the poor soul. Instead of seeing a sleazy drankard as you had expected, you found a pair of familiar dark brown orbs staring intently back at you. Emotions of anger, irritation and annoyance with a hint of worry swirled around in them. Ten. This didn’t come as a surprise, after all you did ignore his 27 calls and 50 over messages.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, hand reaching out for the cup. Once again, it was robbed out of your possession, the culprit downing the contents before throwing it into the sink nearby, causing the glass to shatter, littering the area with tiny diamond like shards. Huffing in exasperation, you took another long draw at the cigarette, and blew the smoke onto the culprit’s face, polluting the air around him. You were well aware of his acute hatred for how petty and childish you got whenever you were trying to pick a fight with him, but nonetheless, you took pleasure in watching the crease on his forehead form as his eyebrows furrowed and jaw muscles twitch, clearly indicating his increasing frustration and thinning patience. Unprepared to face him and his wrath just yet, you swiftly turn your body such that he got a good view of your exposed back. He doesn’t appreciate your choice of wardrobe in his absence, the sight of your perfectly tanned golden skin getting him even more fired up, fueling the growing heat in both his chest and core. His tongue coming out to run along his dry lips as he drinks in the sight of you sitting there being all fiery and delicious. Oh how he wished you were back at the penthouse with him, he would make sure to have his way with you, and the only reason why he would be seeing your back was only if he took you from behind.

In a blink of an eye, he has you pressed flush against his firm chest. One hand snaked around your waist, burning down any escape plans you might have been formulating in your pretty little head, while the other tangled itself in your dark auburn locks. With a slight snap of his wrist, he tugged your head to the side, giving him more access to your delectable skin, his nose trailing a path of feather light touches from your neck down to the base of your shoulder. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his hot breath fan over your exposed skin, you hum in satisfaction and leaned into him. “Let’s go back” he mumbled in between the assault he was doing with those sinful lips. The word ‘back’ only brought you back to the scene where that pathetic woman ran her hands all over YOUR man, and he let her! Snapping out of your hazy trance, you turned around and roughly shoved him away from you, leaving him confused as you storm off towards the back exit.

You didn’t manage to get very far away, not even managing to get a meter away from the club before you felt your body being pushed up against the rough wall. Ten had both his arms planted firmly against the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and his very distracting body. You looked everywhere and anywhere but his eyes, and it was only then that you realised he was wearing a white body hugging muscle tee under his usual black leather jacket paired with ripped denim jeans. It wasn’t necessarily a flashy outfit but it was one of your favorite. The muscle tee accentuated his chest muscles and lean stomach while the jacket gave him a vicious and dangerous vibe. His already disheveled ash purple hair ruffled messily in the wind, giving him a wild aura. You struggled in his hold as you tried to break free from his grasp, although he may not look like it, the man can actually easily take down 4 grown men on his own. In an attempt to stop you from moving around, he crashed his lips onto yours with so much force that it broke the skin of your lower lip. You could taste the metallic blood as both your tongues fought for dominance. You took this chance to shove him a good distance away from you, while he was lost in ecstasy, and drew your gun out pointing it straight at him. “Go away” you spat out, venom dripping from every word, you could feel your anger starting to rise once more. The heat you felt in your chest intensified with every passing second, the alcohol in your system and intoxicated state only amplifying your emotions and reckless actions.

Not only did Ten’s lack of fear and action not calm you down, it also fueled your next actions, without hesitation, you cock the safety pin of the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet that was sent flying across barely missed his shoulder. Jumping back in shock, he let out a string of curses, both in shock and disbelief. After composing himself, he raised both hands up in front of him to show that he means no harm as he took tentative steps towards you. He knew that you were already tipsy with all that whiskey running through your bloodstream, which meant that if he didn’t deal with you soon, the consequences could be potentially deadly. He can only imagine the things that will happen if he doesn’t, especially with the chain of events that happened today. You tend to get a little crazy when drunk, one of the many reasons why he keeps the cupboard of liquor at home locked up.

“Princess, give me the gun. We can talk things out.”

Despite his soft and alluring voice, which usually calms you down, your grip on the gun tightened as he continued to make his way over to you. It was safe to say that jealousy wasn’t an emotion you felt often, at least not when it comes down to Ten being around other women, you trusted him and up till this point in time he hasn’t done anything to make you doubt or break that trust. So you blame the wretched news and fools for causing you to be extra sensitive today. “Oh now you wanna talk to me? Is that it? Why don’t you go talk to that woman that had her hands all over you.” Ten cock his head sideways trying to figure out what woman you were referring to, and then it hit him. “You saw?” His answer has you throwing your hands up in exasperation, is that the best response he could come up with?  You fold your arms across your chest, unintentionally accentuating your curves even more, trying to prove a point to Ten that you weren’t in the mood for his games. Ten cursed for the upteenth time tonight, the article of clothing that you wore, a black spaghetti strapped tank top with a low V-cut, wasn’t very revealing but it didn’t cover much either. He ran his fingers through his devilish hair, sighing at how dense you were despite being one of the most feared mafia leader of your time. You had no clue how much effect you had on him, a tease, and his ultimate distraction.

Your voice brought him back to his senses as you started to go on about how he could’ve just told you that he’s tired of you and wanted fresh meat. His sudden outburst of laughter resonated through the cold and chilly night, shaking his head, he took a step closer and pulled you into his warm embrace. “Princess, you must have impeccable timing to have only enter when that happened, you didn’t stay to watch the rest unfold?” You kept quiet, a signal for him to continue. “I waited to see how far she would go and immediately stopped her when she leaned in for a kiss. She’s new and still doesn’t know the ins and outs of things, but fret not, I’ve had her transfer over to our eastern branch. I promise you have nothing to worry about, these lips won’t ever touch anyone else but you.” A blush crept up your cheeks as you caught onto his hidden meaning in that last sentence.

Exhaustion slowly seeped into your bones, the earlier outburst had drained a fair amount of energy out of you. Ten released you from the hug and moved back just enough so that he could look into those captivating eyes of yours and get lost in them. The thought of replacing you never once crossed his mind. You were too wild too young too reckless, too much like him. How could he let go of the woman who accepted him despite his countless flaws and loved him unconditionally? The one who was broken and damaged but showed more kindness than his own folks ever did to him. Ironic, considering the line of job they were in, but everybody back at the office knew that you wouldn’t hesitate to put your life on the line for them even if they were Ten’s people and not yours.

“I love you…only you” he declared before kissing you once more, this time with more passion than force, more tongue than teeth. “Let’s go home so I can love you properly” Ten said in between kisses, and you hummed in response, as he lifted you up making his way back to the car.

This is going to be a long night.

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Lauren Orsini wants to kiss a cat man and that’s wrong*

Here’s a ranking of All 36 'Magic: The Gathering' War of the Spark Planeswalkers Ranked By Dateability in Forbes no less. But it’s so terribly wrong. Here’s my Empirically Correct List of Planeswalkers Ranked By Dateability.

*this is all very silly and Orsini’s list is fine, I’m sure... for her.

36-28 Undateable

36 and 35. Tie between Gideon Jura and Domri Rade (with an honorable mention to Dack Fayden).

Dudes are all literally dead. Sorry, but I’m not dating a corpse. Also, before Gideon’s death, he was running himself ragged hopping from plane to plane to save the world. He didn’t have the time for a relationship. Domri is an obnoxious child (emphasis on child too). Of the three, Dack had the most potential but even alive he’d be lucky to break the top 20 of my list. Good for a few fun weekends and that’s probably it. Tempting to hope your love could reform him but that’s just a good way to have your heart stolen.

34. Nicol Bolas

He’s downright evil and self-centered to an unfathomable degree. Hard pass, no thank you. Literally no redeeming qualities.

33. Ob Nixilis

The obvious date for him is someone into BDSM, right? Wrong. He’s not going to respect your boundaries or practice good after care. He’ll use and abuse you for what he wants and then probably murder you. That’s not a date.

32. Dovin Baan

This dude’s whole deal is that he sees the flaws in everything. He’d probably outright refuse to date and if not, he’d constantly be nitpicking your relationship and you. There’s probably a decent amount of built up angst and stuff and if he ever cut loose there could be some fun, but it would be very fleeting and comes at too great a cost (months later thinking “what did he mean by ‘your forehead is adequate, but your nose is not the ideal shape’?”).

31. Tibalt

See Ob Nixilis. Kind of crazy how similar these two are.

30. Ashiok

We don’t know a whole lot about them, but I’m envisioning they’re like Ob Nixilis/Tibalt except it’s all mental/psychological harm. It’s Dovin Baan but instead of an ostensible pursuit of perfection, the mental anguish is its own reward.

29. Ugin

Like dating a dad, but a really boring dad. And like any other dragon, he’s still very full of himself, he’s just a little more subtle about it. Besides, apparently you’d do all your dating in the Prison Realm and Bolas would be there trying to ruin your (already pretty miserable) date as some small payback for being trapped.

28. Sorin Markov

Things will be okay, but he gives me weird unwanted daddy vibes and he’s just going to ghost you anyway.

27-19 Redeeming Qualities, Not Long-Term Material

27.  The Wanderer

Not much to go on here but we do know she’s gonna ghost you though probably not voluntarily.

26.  Teyo Verada

He seems nice enough but he’s pretty young and super naive. He’s got some things to figure out and some growing to do before you’d want to date him.

25. Jiang Yanggu

What I said for Teyo goes for Yanggu as well. Plus side, every date with him there is a really cute pupper coming along.

24. Kaya

She’s giving me Gideon vibes. I think she’d be more fun than Gids, but she’s too devoted to her career to have time for a relationship.

23. Teferi

It’s a common refrain I’m running into here, but Teferi is also too dedicated to his job to make for a good relationship. Additionally he’s got lifetimes of experiences that make him “The Most Interesting Man in the Multiverse” and you’re always going to feel like a second fiddle to him, not an equal. This is a case where he’s almost too perfect.

22. Jaya

Jaya’s got distinct mother vibes for me. There’s just no way I could see a date with her that isn’t weird. It wouldn’t even be a bad date per se, but it’s not gonna happen.

21. Samut

I’m intimidated by Samut. I mean, who wouldn’t be? She’s been through Amonkhet’s trials and stood ready in front of Hazoret’s spear. That’s such a singular dedication that few others can match. I think I’d shrivel in front of her love.

20. Kiora

She’s a playful trickster and kind of flighty. You’ve got one good date with her and then maybe a follow up fling at some point, but there’s no building a relationship here. I mean, unless you’re really lucky, but I wouldn’t count on it.

19. Karn

Karn’s got plenty going for him. He’s done some really interesting stuff, he’s motivated, and deeply invested even if he doesn’t always show it. He can certainly show you a lot of cool things. But long term the lack of humanity creates distance and problems.

18-10 A Good Time, Let’s See How it Works Out

19. Liliana Vess

She’s a toss up to me at this point. She’s been through a whole helluva lot and this is the point where she could go completely good, or take her get out of demon-contract-death jail free card and double down on all her worst attributes. She’ll be a fun date, you just can’t be sure it should be more than that.

17. Angrath

Dude’s super dedicated to his family but he gets incredibly frustrated and pretty damn easily. His name’s literally angry wrath so you kind of have to expect that. If you think going to a dive bar and getting into a fight with a biker is a good date then Angrath is going to be a fun time.

16. Vivien Reid

Maybe I just haven’t been paying a whole lot of attention, but I know less about Vivien Reid than any other planeswalker on this list I think (which is wild when you consider exactly how little we know about the Wanderer or Kasmina). But as the Steve Irwin of the multiverse, there’s no way this date isn’t fun. You’ve just perhaps bitten off more than you can chew.

15. Ajani Goldmane

Ajani is a total sweetheart who will care for you like no other. The flip side of that is he is always pushing you to be your better self and, hon, that’s just a little much for me. Like can’t we just stay in and cuddle for once? I do NOT want to go to the gym again this week.

14. Arlinn Kord

Unlike Jaya, I don’t have mom vibes here. She’s a good looking lady who definitely seems to be here for a good time. 

13. Huatli

This one is totally an “it’s not you, it’s me situation.” She’s so big on community and sharing stories--I’m more of a homebody. There’s nothing wrong exactly, we just won’t be compatible, I don’t think. But somebody out there is, and the two of you will get along famously. Another list would totally rank her as marriage material.

12. Narset

This is another case of such dedication and perfectionism that I just don’t think I could measure up in a relationship with her. She’ll come home from exploring the multiverse and meditation and combat training and reading ancient scrolls to find all I’ve done is take out the trash and do some dishes before playing some games and... not be disappointed exactly, but it won’t inspire respect and desire in her. Another one where there’s incredible potential there... for the right person.

11. Kasmina

Mysterious as she is, I’m getting young Jaya vibes from Kasmina. Not as in, when Jaya was actually young and all fiery temper and stuff. But rather, current Jaya without the creepy (to me) mom vibes. There’s potential here but so much mystery it’s impossible to say for sure without taking a chance.

10. Nahiri

I can’t imagine anyone I’d have a better single date with. Like a real good time. She’s planned it out perfectly and she’s ready to go. It might not last, but you’ll enjoy it while it does. Keep the lines of communication clear, respect boundaries, and be aware she can hold a grudge, and I think this actually has a chance.

9-1 Marriage Material

9. Jace Beleren

He’s sort of what I see Yanggu or Teyo needing. He’s done that growing and learning and he’s a pretty solid guy. He’s learned a lot of lessons the hard way but he’s definitely better for it.

8. Tamiyo

She’s literally married and raising kids in a happy home. The potential is there (if we ignore her canon marriage and assume she is available to date), not to mention her chosen career of essentially multiverse astronomer is pretty damn cool and relatively safe compared to what these other planeswalkers have devoted themselves to. (Sure, there’s Innistrad and Emrakul, but I imagine most planes’ moons are much safer to observe than that.)

7. Sarkhan Vol

Like Jace, he’s worked through a lot and is a pretty awesome person because of it. Unlike Jace, he’s been attractive the whole time. He’s tender and vibrant and aware and just cool as all hell. Bringing him home would be like dating Brendan Frasier in his prime.

6. Vraska

Downside to Vraska is that she’s pretty clique-ish and suspect of anyone from outside her group. Her views have expanded recently, but I think she’s still going to put up a rock hard exterior. If you can chisel your way through that then you’ve got a heart of gold.

5. Davriel Cane

Forget the demon contracts and all that nonsense. What this guy wants deep down is to just be left alone. Let’s retire to a nice estate on the countryside and enjoy our time together.

4. Saheeli Rai

Creative and inspiring, Saheeli is an absolute sweetheart. And she’s dedicated to a craft that she can do at home. She doesn’t have go trooping about the multiverse on dangerous missions without you. She can work on amazing marvels in her workshop then come next door to take you out for ice cream.

3. Nissa Revane

Nissa is a bit aloof and distant, but don’t let that fool you. She’s nurturing in every way you could want and then some. She’s great if you can get past that stoic exterior.

2. Ral Zarek

Ral’s more romantic than I ever woulda thought. He’s dedicated and thoughtful, but not so stuffy that things get boring. Actually the biggest detractor here is that things will never be boring with Ral, but he’ll make it worth your while to stick beside him through it all.

1. Chandra Nalaar

Full of warmth and passion, Chandra’s got what it takes to make the strongest connection. And she’s another character who has made some incredible personal growth recently. She’s ready to take the next step with someone special and if that were you, the two of you are in for a long-burning love.

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Lucifer — The Simplicity of Weaving 1/1

Summary: Trixie gets herself into a tangle. Good thing her Devil babysitter is no stranger to a bad hair day.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.5k+

Warnings: Established Deckerstar (but no appearance from Chloe). Future fic. Step-Satan shenanigans. Kinda.

AN: Oh look, I wrote another Lucifer & Trixie bonding fic. What a surprise not!

Hahaha, but a little break from The Devil's Lucky Number series for some family fluff, yes? Hope you enjoy this one!

Also on: ff.net | AO3

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“With your mum in court for the remainder of the day and it being so hot and all—seriously though,” he huffs. “These scorching temperatures could put even Hell to shame. I mean, contrary to popular belief, it isn’t even that hot down there, you know? It’s all dark and ashen and about as ‘fiery’ as a drenched skunk—which sounds and smells as bad as you’re imagining, nay—worse. So if you think beige is a drab color…”

He’s fiddling with his cufflinks, toying with the idea of foregoing aesthetic for once (not that it would ever leave him, not even if he tried; he couldn’t, after all, be faulted for his effortless beauty no matter what vestments he may—or may not—be wearing) and opting for a more casual attire to battle this steady onslaught of a heat wave cresting over Los Angeles with no immediate end in sight.

It’s probably why he isn’t prepared for what greets him when he opens the door to Beatrice’s chamber—

“Anyway, I was thinking we head on down to Lux and grab ourselves some ice—"

—and expels a rather undignified shriek as a result.

“What—!”

“Listen,” she starts, her tone measured and her hands held out in front of her in calm supplication. Like he is some rampant, skittish animal that has somehow wandered from home, and needs to be returned to its natural habitat. “It’s not… that… bad…?”

Lucifer shuts his gaping mouth with an audible click, only to dissolve into spluttering speech instead.

“Beatrice, child—what have you done to your hair?” he exclaims, loftily musing that if there ever is a question between them both of who, in that moment, most resembled a wild animal, it certainly isn’t him.

“I swear I was following the instructions!” she waves towards her phone screen, propped upon the mirror of her dresser and opened on a Youtube tutorial for—

“A French braid?” he cries, voice dripping with incredulity.

“I just wanted to look like Elsa!”

“I do hate to break it to you,” he says, mouth puckered in a grimace. “But it’s looking more Grand Pabbie Troll than Majestic Ice Queen right now.”

He stands corrected. The frost to her glare could restore what little remains of the polar ice caps and freeze him on the spot if she possessed an affinity for such gelid destruction. But she didn’t, and being the sire of a Miracle could not gift her even that.

Small mercies and all.

“I’m in so much trouble,” she wails.

He sighs. It is his turn to appeal to her with more than a modicum of wariness as he meets her eyes in the looking glass and approaches her from behind.

“It can’t be much worse than the chocolate cake incident or the doll debacle.”

With soothing hands, he takes her by the shoulders and eases her back onto her chair, though he needn’t have bothered with the gentleness. As she lists against the wood with all the dejectedness of a usurped sovereign, he surveys the damage. At first glance, it does look quite atrocious—her coffee-colored locks teased and twisted into gnarly knots so they look more bird’s nest than actual, human hair. But further inspection shows it not so unsalvageable, her grubby, ten-year old hands thankfully still inexpert to inflict any lasting harm. At least she didn’t cut anything—then they’d have both suffered the wrath of the detective.

He shudders, before realizing he is the Devil and he cowers before no one that isn’t a slight but tough blonde, blue-eyed, five foot six inches badass cop. He squares his shoulders—a soldier bracing for battle.

“Right.”

From the array of headdress materials spread atop the vanity, he selects his weapon—the sturdiest-looking comb, or as sturdy as plastic can be. He would prefer one of silver or at the very least wood. This pink, sparkling, wide-tooth monstrosity would have to suffice, he laments.

“Now,” he grabs another stool and situates himself to his task, his figure a tower at her back even when seated. “Let’s see if we can’t sort this out, hmm?”

Her eyes widen with desperation.

“Oh Lucifer, you have to fix it,” she practically screams. “You have to!”

“Alright, alright,” he pitches his articulations low to convey his reassurance. It doesn’t erase his bewilderment, however, and at the quizzical brow he directs at her through the mirror she clams up.

Her reticence is an unusual occurrence, but the silence that trails in her wake is no less comforting as it allows him to dedicate his full attention to wrangling her wavy mop into some semblance of order.

He forges a meticulous path from her scalp to her roots, prying tangles apart before smoothing them over with the comb. His hands are light and dexterous as only a skilled piano player can be. Not once does she cry out in pain, of that he makes certain. With every knot unraveled, the panic in her gaze recedes, till every wavy strand is restored and her breathing is even in near repose from his ministrations.

“See?” he murmurs, returning the comb before resting his hands on her shoulders once more. “All better. Nothing a little Devil’s touch couldn’t fix.”

Her relief is palpable in the way she leans into his touch.

“Thanks,” she sighs.

“So what’s this about looking like Elsa?” He rubs kindly at the spot between her shoulder blades when she tenses. “I thought we were on a Moana bender this week.”

Her cheeks blotch with the strain of her blush.

“We are,” she asserts, a little too quickly. “I guess it isn’t really about Elsa. I just… wanted to try a French braid.”

He hums and lets more than a couple of heartbeats pass before replying.

“You know perfectly well Elsa’s from Norway. Do you honestly expect me to believe she’d go for a French braid instead of a Dutch one?”

“But all the Youtubers say—”  

“Oh, yes, because anyone willing enough to saddle themselves with the internet persona of ‘TwinkleTendrils87’ is such an authority on the conversion of animation to reality hairstyle. No,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t think so.”

Her protest withers on her tongue. He smirks, waiting for her own orbs—which she had averted once he began his inquisition—to meet his.

“So do you want to try that again?”

“You can always tell,” she grumbles, unable to abate the accusation that bleeds through her intonations.

He grins.

“The title of Prince of Lies does hold true to some extent,” he drawls. At her pinched visage, he gives her an encouraging pat. “Well, go on. Tell Lucifer what ails you.” His face suddenly hardens. “Is someone giving you trouble at school again?”

She groans.

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t get mad?”

“Darling, you know I don’t get mad,” he grins, all teeth and bite. “I get even.”

She narrows her eyes at him.

“Okay, so… maybe I do both but if it means all that much to you then yes, I solemnly swear not to get angry at or even with you.”

He raises his hands in surrender, humor returning as the edges of his mouth soften with fondness. She returns it with a radiant one of her own, swiveling on her seat so he receives the full wattage of her smile.

But as quickly as it comes, it dims too.

She lifts her legs and tucks them crisscross beneath her to prop an elbow on her thigh. She rests her cheek on a fist as she tilts her chin up and arrests him with her molten, solemn stare.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He blinks, slowly… deliberately.

“Is this a trick question?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I!” He shakes his head, baffled. “Aren’t you a little too young to be concerned about this?”

“I’m almost eleven,” she protests.

“Case in point, you haven’t even reached your teen years, for Dad’s sake! You could at least wait till your face is a Jackson Pollock of acne before getting all angsty. Not that you should be worried about such things.” He waves a flippant hand. “You are a Decker woman, hooker name notwithstanding, and all Decker women have clear skin.”

“Pretty sure I only understood half that sentence…”

“What I’m trying to say, rather poorly I suppose, but what’s new, eh?”

He waggles his eyebrows and though slight, it coaxes a smile to curl at the corners of her lips.

“You shouldn’t have to be thinking about this, much more be bothered by it.” He frowns. “What’s brought this on?”

With her free hand, she picks at the laces of her sneakers so intently, he thinks she won’t answer. His heart starts thumping to the beat of anxiety as he realizes that providing comfort to a ten-year old isn’t exactly part of his skillset and he is severely out of his league on this. But just as he’s about to suggest Beatrice speak with her mother once she returns, words trickle out of her mouth with all the ferocity of a broken dam and he is powerless against the onslaught of her unveiled insecurities.

“It didn’t used to, honest. But all my friends…” she sniffs and to his mounting terror, a suspiciously wet gleam fills those chocolate-molten orbs. “It’s all they ever wanna talk about anymore. It’s always make-up this or hairstyle that and all the latest fashion trends and how to get more followers on their Snapchat.” She throws her hands up with such awkward abruptness, Lucifer must lean back to avoid being casualty to her ire. “I just wanna play hopscotch and talk about Barbie Dreamhouse and fangirl over Rapunzel and Eugene! Is that too much to ask?” she blows a stray tendril from her forehead. “Well I guess so, since the only thing that matters to them is who the prettiest one in the group is.” And with that remark, all the vexation drains from her mien, till only a sadness that should have been foreign to her at such a tender age, remains.

“But one thing’s for sure—it’s definitely not me,” she sighs, a couple of teardrops hugging the curve of her cheeks, “which they love to point out.”

At the sight of the droplets coursing her face, he sees red. He has to remind himself that these are children, and the detective will not approve his slaughtering of the youth—no matter how justified it may be.

Squalid miscreants, he inwardly fumes. Vapid, insolent, pediculous, scalawags! Who do those brats think they are? How dare they—

Ensconced as he is in his rising fury on her behalf, his attempt at comfort is thwarted by the growl in his throat as he utters, “Dry your eyes, Beatrice.”

Unperturbed, and most probably used to his mercurial mood swings (and isn’t that a marvel that she doesn’t run away each time?), she does as told—albeit, the gloominess in her countenance remains.

“I take it these are the same birds from your last sleepover? Mary Beth and the two other ones? Bethany with the y and Bethanie with the i-e?”

Ridiculous, he scorns. Just as Lucifer has an abundance of Brittany acquaintances, Beatrice is saddled with multiple companions whose monikers involve some form of ‘Beth’ in it. At least his duplicates’ names had the same spelling!

Her hesitance is a palpable energy in the quiet that follows, but at his prodding scowl she eventually nods her affirmation.

With lightning heat boiling in his blood he doesn’t trust himself to issue any wholesome advice, so he bids her without speaking to face the mirror again.

“What are you doing?” she braves to ask through watery inflections as he begins dividing her hair into three parts.

“I won’t lie to you by feeding you some sentimental drivel like ‘it’s what’s on the inside that matters’ because humans are fickle things and only few have been exempt from such norms—humans such as your mother and yourself.”

He ignores the crease between her brows, his explanation in the way his hands are intent on their unceasing rhythm of weaving her tresses into a proper Dutch braid that starts on one side of her head and continues to hug the curve of her nape.

“Not to say that the idea is totally unfounded, mind. Beauty, true beauty, lies deep within a person’s soul. I should know,” he winks. “I’ve glimpsed into many a repugnant soul in my time, after all.”

She sticks her tongue out in disgust. He returns the gesture till her expression dissolves into chuckles. With a satisfied nod, he clears his throat before resuming.

“But there is a certain… power in making an impression with the use of one’s appearance. Exhibit A,” he smirks, briefly retracting a hand to gesture at himself. She giggles again, but it quickly fades at his considering perusal.

“Those girls,” a generous term, he thinks with a sneer. “Your so-called ‘friends’? Well, you don’t have to be Dr. Martin to discern that those cads are jealous of your beauty—the natural and inherent kind. And let’s not forget your quick wit. Top of the class, are you not?”

She neither confirms or denies, but she blushes and it’s all the answer he needs.

“Course you are!” he heartily praises.

Not that he can take credit, but his grin is smug enough for them both all the same.

“While I would love to march right into your classroom and give those bloody Beths a piece of my mind before decimating those shallow cows on the spot—”

“Lucifer,” she scolds, reminiscent of the detective, right down to the infinitesimal twist to her lips that betrays her mirth.

“I realize it won’t exactly win me any favors with your mother, so—hand me that elastic, would you, love? There’s a good girl—” he binds the end of the braid. “Here’s a lesson from Old Scratch—the greatest revenge is to be the best version of yourself, especially when you don’t even have to change a thing. Well…”

He cannot help the flourish of his hand as he trails it along the length of her hair, a ripple of stardust in his wake. Beatrice gasps.

“Maybe a little one.”

His beam could power the whole of Los Angeles along with the awe in her scrutiny as she spins at all angles to admire his work.

Ah, he always was a prideful one.

“W-where—how?”

“Who do you think Mazikeen got her styling tips from when we first got here?” he claims with hues of incredulity, as if it ought to be common knowledge that Demons, unless taught, had atrocious fashion sense when left to their own devices. “And when you have as many sisters as I do, and they all pester you at any given hour of the day because, and I quote, ‘no one does it better’,” he preens. “You learn a thing or two about coiffure, or rather, they learned and I got a lot of practice.”

“It’s beautiful,” she cries, her twisted russet locks the color of a dusk-ridden sky. The tiny drops of effulgence he had woven wink faintly at first glance but then burn with the resplendence of a thousand suns when they lace with the natural light.

“No, dear heart.”

When she turns to him, he holds her gaze steady so she cannot doubt his sincerity.

“You are.”

“But—”

He shakes his head and leaves no room for argument.

“I only enhanced what was all ready there. Have you ever known me to lie?”

“No,” she states simply, a small smile stealing along the breadth of her lips.

“Besides,” he lets his warmth diffuse into her dainty hands as he engulfs them with his own.

“I was the spark that set this universe and the ones after it ablaze. All that is light—within and without, between now and beyond—once lived, and continues to ignite, through me. So believe me when I say that of all the suns and stars in the whole of Creation.”

His lips find the crown of her head.

“You shine the brightest.”

He vowed not to be angry nor to get even with her, and when it comes to the Devil, his word is his bond.

A new school day dawns and with it, Lucifer styles her a new plait but the artfully streamed rivulets of stardust along the length of her auburn hair are unchanged.

And when he picks her up from school later on, he expects the envy that oozes out of the trio of Beths—the imps glaring longingly with all the subtlety of a stampede, as they first narrow onto the shimmer of Beatrice’s braided mane, then at him and his conspicuous show of wealth.

She kicks into a run when she sees him leaning against the hood of the ‘vette, and it is a testament to his fondness that he no longer flinches upon the collision of her svelte frame into his legs nor does he retract from the winding of her gangly arms around his waist.

With her face buried into his suit and the girls’ stares still trained on them, he takes this opportunity to brandish the sunglasses from his eyes. He purposefully allows the brown to fade to red, as his eyes flare with the fury of the million pyres of Hell, and he meets each dirty look with a glower of his own.

To their merit, they do not scream (he blames the distance), but their blanched faces and quaking limbs are a balm to his petty, petty soul—however temporary or minuscule. They ought to be grateful for their naivety and his leniency. Still.

“Good day?” he inquires sweetly as he returns his sunglasses to their perch on his face before opening the passenger door for her. She waits till he is seated behind the wheel before she answers.

“It was great!”

He passes her another pair of shades that he only ever reserves for her. She puts them on with a flourish.

“Even better now that you’re here!”

Unbeknownst to the detective’s daughter, he shoots one last devilish grin at the cowering trio of caked-faced-trying-too-hard swines. His canines glint with malicious glee beneath the simmering L.A. sun.

He did vow not to be angry nor to get even with Beatrice.

“Excellent.”

Such a shame that the same promise does not extend to her friends.

At her insistence, he tucks her in that night.

They don’t say anything once the evening’s chapter is finished, but it is as he folds her into the blankets that she murmurs, “You are too, you know.”

He quirks an amused brow.

“What are you on about now, child?”

She smiles, delicate fingers cupping at his cheeks when he leans over to unnecessarily fluff her pillows. He freezes at her touch, even when he is tickled by her digits scratching nimbly at his scruff. There is such innocence in the gesture, he is suddenly filled with shame to be at her presence.

“Beatrice,” he whispers, breath tinged with perplexity.

“You’re beautiful, too. Has anyone ever told you that?”

He wants to riposte with an arrogant quip or a jaunty remark, but finds he cannot speak through the lump in his throat nor the leaden weight on his tongue.

“Can’t say that they have,” he tries though it sounds more whine than tease. “But I am a fine specimen in human standards—”

She shakes her head. “I mean, even with your other face.”

He laughs, a tinge of hysteria to the sound. “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see what you did to my friends,” her hands tighten around his cheeks in a show of gratitude.

“No one is allowed to hurt you,” he says easily.

“Not that you could control that, but that’s what I mean. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I hope you know it. ‘Kay?”

She lets go, and he inhales greedily at the air like a drowning man who’s broken through the ocean’s surface. It is how he finds the strength to reply, softly, as her eyes droop and her breathing evens into slumber.

“Thank you.”

It is as he reaches the frame of her door that she delivers one final blow that tips him over the edge and straight into this little girl’s heart, obliterating whatever chasm he might have fooled himself into believing he ought to maintain between them.

“I do love you, Lucifer.”

“I know,” he avers, all the while denying the waver to his speech. How wonderful, he muses, swept by the tranquility of her acceptance and awash as he is in the grace that her love reinvigorates in him. It is why he is only a little surprised, when he searches within for the torment and self-loathing and finds himself absent of both in lieu of the hope and faith and incandescence her presence has gradually pervaded him with, to discover—he believes her.

He believes in the veracity of her pronouncement. He believes in the purity of her caress and he believes in the ardor behind his own pledge when he avows, “And I you, Beatrice.”

His voice is the melody that carries her to the land of dreams, the carillon that will henceforth guide her to sanctuary as he intertwines the part of his soul that doesn’t belong to Chloe, to hers.

“And I you.”

AN: HAHAHA. WHAT EVEN.

(It wasn’t supposed to be feels-y at the end but Trix had a mind of her own smh)

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Holding Out For A Hero (Nothing But Thieves)

{So immediately when I heard this rendition of the CLASSIC bop I was like, this is not a damsel in distress calling for help this is a villain, a powerful one, begging to be stopped. SHE is the one causing the fire and flood and only a mythical, Herculean hero can stop her. She's raging at the Old Gods (as she's a goddess herself) for their silence and their brutal punishment of her sister. The more they don't intervene the wilder she becomes until we reach the start of the story when a "white knight" appears to challenge her, and ultimately save her from herself. She's holding out for this hero and has all of these ideas of who "he" must be in order to defeat her. I've always loved stories where the Great Hero is assumed male and at the last moment joke's on everyone cause they're not and that's exactly why they can succeed. Also definitely was thinking of Te Ka's form of the "woman scorned" from Moana and the idea that even the wildest and most broken of hearts can be healed with a little love. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading! (Also sorry it's not under a Read More, I'm mobile and will cut it once I get back to a computer!)}

Chaos. She surveyed her surroundings and found death at every turn. The sky with its red black hue gave the scene a ghostly glow, like dying coals. Screams echoed around her, the sounds of women and children wailing, the tamest animals stampeding in pure fear as fiery rocks rained down, scorching any creature within five feet. Torrential rains and wind ripped up trees long rooted and tossed them like discarded twigs. Lightning streaked through the sky, setting homes and fields ablaze despite the oppressive rain. Her storm was raging, ferocious, unyielding and unforgiving.

Her focus came to a pair of young girls, an elder and a younger. One, the younger, was desperately trying to support the other but her legs were weary and Chrona watched as they were trampled by fleeing soldiers.

Guilt tore through her and in that moment she was no longer the harbinger of destruction that stood atop the ruined castle, she was a more youthful self, scared and clinging to her sister’s arm as the girl dangled over the very pit of hell.

“Chrona!” she screamed, a creature too foul to describe gripping her by the waist, dragging her down. “Please!”

Chrona gripped a dagger in her hand, one meant to end an eternity of suffering before it began, but it shook as she looked in her sisters eyes. Just as she steeled herself to do the deed the beast gave a savage tug and Chrona felt her sisters thin fingers slip through her own. She screamed, a soul splitting sound, as the girl fell into the abyss, her final expression filled with judgement and despair.

She roared in pain at the memory and lashed out at the soldiers, casting down shrapnel and lava and sheer celestial rage until their blood mixed and pooled on the burned earth.

“Is this what you want!” She yelled to the ever quiet heavens, “You think me crushed!? Defeated!? I will show you crushed! I will show you defeated!” Chrona’s lip curled at the deafening silence.

“Are you so frightened you will not even help those who worship at your altars! You look on as they die, viciously, and you speak nothing, you send nothing, you do nothing! Nothing! “

The last word cut through the cacophony of noise and all who heard it trembled, fearing some winged hellbeast was on the horizon.

Then, she saw him. Riding through the chaos, a knight in starlit armour, sword glinting and whistling as it sliced through debris and foes like summer berries. He rode on a horse the color of bright flames and indeed in its wake it left burning hoofprints. She thought of the wise woman’s words, that her end would be at the hands of Phaethon’s rider, and her resolve and rage only deepened.

‘Let him come,’ Chrona thought bitterly, ‘And I will add his blood to the rivers that have been made this day. Should he succeed, I have known my fate.”

As rider and steed galloped towards her she whispered to her blades, waking them with the promise of fresh kill. They sizzled in her hands but did not burn; their loyalty was to their provider and none else.

Finally her enemy stood before her, a mighty being that lesser deities might cower in sight of, but she was Chrona, Mother of the Flaming Storm, Master of Chaos, Temptress of Death. She would not cower easily.

“To stand in my presence is to court death,” she snarled, but the would be hero said nothing, only lifted his sword and stepped forward.

She lunged at him, her blades as hungry and feral as she had become, and the ring of metal on metal was clearer than any bell. Strike after strike she came at him but he was faster than she’d thought and parried each blow with little difficulty. This, she thought, would be her last battle, for though they had long slept deep within her regret and remorse dulled her senses with each swing. By chance he knocked a blade from her hand and, seeing her madness grow, made quick work of dispatching the other. Chrona howled and called for her weapons but they had been lost in combat and so no longer held any allegiance to her. She leapt back, teeth bared, and held herself for a moment as the white knight spoke.

“End this!” he shouted, his voice gentler than she imagined, “Mistress Chrona, Lady of the Shunned, Vengeful Sister I beg you bring an end to this horror!”

Curiosity crept at the edge of Chrona’s mind; what mortal left alive would know that title? She had destroyed that city and all who had fled with the knowledge of her sister’s misdeeds. Still, she was sure he was mortal as he possessed no exceptional energy, save for what radiated off the sword and armour, and if she could not take the day then she would take her enemy with her. She gathered her energies, once noble and respected now twisted black with despair, and channeled them into a blast that would level the ruins to rubble.

“NO!” Cried the knight and he rushed forward, the full force of the shot ricocheting off his god-made armour back to it’s originator.

Chrona flew back, limbs splayed, and felt her skull hit the marble archway with a sickening crack. She stumbled, trying to regain her stance when she felt cool metal and the bite of a sharpened edge at her throat.

“Impudent wretch,” she hissed, her eyes glassy but fierce, “How dare you-”

The words turned to ash in her mouth as the knight removed his helmet, and there stood her first devotee and mortal lover, a woman, Damopheis.

“Please my Lady,” Damopheis pleaded, tears streaking through the grime on her bronzed face, “End this, or I must end you.”

A deep sadness welled up in Chrona’s heart as she took stock of what her righteous anger had wrought. The city was on the brink of utter obliteration, fire consuming what feet and falling stone had not already destroyed. The winds whipped about them and in her love Chrona saw the foil of her evil.

“Damopheis,” she said in a hushed voice, “My sweet Damopheis you returned to me.”

“My heart has always been with you my Lady. But yours is dark and unfamiliar. If this,” Damopheis gestured broadly to the wreckage, “Is what it has become, I will not hesitate to carve it out.”

Calm washed over Chrona despite the threat. The guilt of her sister’s fate still hung heavy on her immortal soul but hatred and vengeance no longer consumed her. She looked to the far off mountains where sat the Old Gods and was sure all divine ears were bent towards them.

“Release me, my love, I will do no more harm.”

Damopheis held the blade a moment longer then stepped back quickly, in case the goddess’ wrath resurfaced.

Chrona straightened her spine and with her mind reached inward, through the sludge of pain surrounding her energy right to the very core of her being. She marvelled at it’s purity in the face of such sin as hers. Then, like a fresh well she pushed it up, up, and out, arms stretched to the sky, and slowly life began to return to the land. The rains turned from battering to soothing, the fires began to dissipate and the earth shook as new flora burst from the ground, thick and vibrant. The injured found their wounds healed and their hearts comforted. Even the dead were revived, for they had not been long departed from their bodies and even Death in his halls could not begrudge such an awesome and selfless display of cosmic power.

Chrona noticed as her feet became rooted to the marble floor, stone creeping up her body as she poured every drop of her power into the act. She heard Damopheis shout as though from leagues away but kept to her task until only her head remained untouched. Then, Chrona looked her lover in the eyes and finished her work, a grateful smile frozen on her face for all time.

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Damopheis wept openly as her Lady sacrificed herself to undo what she had done. It had not been easy to trade blows with one she had once, and truly still did revere. But she had been chosen by the gods and she would not have anyone, mortal or otherwise, do any harm to her beloved goddess.

She clung to the statue, her tears rolling down the marble face as if the piece itself was crying. Since Damopheis had left her island city she had yearned to hold her Lady, to touch her gentle face once more. Now she cupped the cold stone and searched, frantically, for the life and love that had once enchanted her so. Thinking this would be the last time she beheld her Lady’s image, she bent forward and pressed her warm lips against the statues stiff recreation before turning homeward.

Then, a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky and in a moment the marble began to melt away. Frozen stone slowly became warm flesh once more and Chrona breathed deeply, as if for the first time.

Damopheis felt her tears flow again, this time from joy as she threw her arms around the goddess’ neck, vowing to never leave her side for all her years to come. Chrona’s vow was much the same and they stayed like that, clutching each other, laughing and weeping, for some time after.

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Amightywind prophecy #126

Prophecy 126

GOD’S Wrath to this World is About to be Sent “Do not Harm MY Babies, Bride, Chosen Ones & Elect!”

Written/Spoken under the Anointing of the HOLY SPIRIT (RUACH HA KODESH)

Through Apostle & Prophet Elisheva Eliyahu

Received April 12 – Released July 12, 2016

This is the first Prophecy live and in real time as it came forth—with both Prophet Ezra from Israel & Elisheva Eliyahu present. YAHUVEH GOD anoints him powerfully to protect and cover her, and stir up the Anointing to Prophesy.

The following includes their blessed, anointed conversation, on April 12, 2006, leading up to fiery Holy tongues against YAH’S enemies, and Prophecy 126 coming forth. The conversation shows that Prophets are indeed normal people with a sense of humor too!

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Below is the Prophecy as it came forth

—with Prophets Ezra & Elisheva’s “Holy tongues,” as GOD’S SPIRIT gives utterance (Acts 2:3-4) of heavenly or earthly languages (1 Co 13:1). Elisheva speaks forth in tongues bringing Prophecy (1 Co 14:6). Ezra begins prayer with intercessory tongues (Ro 8:26-27; 1 Co 14:15).

It contains the HEBREW NAMES of GOD.

YAH/YAHU is GOD’S HOLY, SACRED NAME as in “Alleluia” or “Hallelu YAH,” which literally means “Praise YAH”: YAHUVEH/YAHWEH GOD THE FATHER; YAHUSHUA/YAHSHUA GOD’S ONLY BEGOTTEN SON— HA MASHIACH means “THE MESSIAH”; ELOHIM means “GOD.”

The Revelation of “SH’KHINYAH GLORY” —as the PERSONAL NAME of RUACH HA KODESH, in English called “The HOLY SPIRIT”—is also on this site. (HA SH’KHINAH {SHEKINAH} is Hebrew for GOD’S ABIDING, DIVINE PRESENCE.) Additionally, ABBA YAH means “FATHER YAH” and IMMA YAH means “MOTHER YAH.”

Scripture quotes are KJV or NKJV unless otherwise indicated. Right click footnote numbers to open a second tab.

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YAHUVEH’S Words to Elisheva to be added before the Prophecies:

I warned you a long time ago Elisabeth [Elisheva], not to name this Ministry after a man or a woman. Even before there was a Ministry, I put it in your spirit.

For none of this has been done by your hands. None of this has come forth from your mouth.

It is from the Mouth of YAHUVEH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUSHUA, your MASHIACH, that it has been given birth. It is from the Mouth of the RUACH HA KODESH, your IMMAYAH, that it has been given birth.

If it had only been by your hand, it would have failed long ago.

It is by the SHKHINYAH GLORY’S WIND that blows across this earth, the HOLY WIND OF REVIVAL. It is not by your breath, or it would have failed.

“I AM the LORD YAHUVEH: that is MY NAME: And MY GLORY I will not give to another, Neither MY PRAISE to graven images.” Isaiah 42:8

(Prophecy 105)

In July 2010, YAHUVEH GOD also said to add the following as a warning to those who mock:

But they mocked the Messengers of GOD, despised HIS Words, and scoffed at HIS Prophets, until the Wrath of YAHUVEH arose against HIS People, till there was no remedy. —2 Chronicles 36:16

Then, in July 2016:

Woe be unto anyone that dares to try to harm—these two anointed ones. You will regret the day you ever were born. Touch not MY anointed and neither do these two Prophets any harm (see Ps 105:15; 1 Ch 16:22). It would be better for you if I, ABBA YAHUVEH, would tear out your tongue!

(Prophecy 128)

And from Prophet Ezra:

I warn you—all those who are coming against this Ministry AND PROPHECIES and Elisheva and I, all the Ministers of AmightyWind Ministry—I warn you now, Touch not YAH’S Anointed and do HIS Prophets no harm (Ps 105:15; 1 Ch 16:22) lest the Wrath of the Rod of YAH will come upon you. But for those who are blessed and are a blessing for this Ministry, and faithful, and who receive the Prophecies, much blessing will come on you—all to protect what belongs to YAH in the NAME OF YAHUSHUA.

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Background: Elisheva had been under such spiritual attack, persecution and abuse, she didn’t know if she would every prophesy again. It took this anointed Prophet from Israel raised up by YAHUVEH GOD to mend & heal the shattered wings of this butterfly Elisheva and release her in the spiritual realm—all in the name of YAHUSHUA HA MASHIACH.

Witness how YAHUVEH had already joined 2 Anointings together as one. Witness how the Anointing flows between them. Witness the love YAHUSHUA has given them for one another.

We apologize for any difficulty hearing Elisheva’s voice on the audio/video. The Prophecy begins after 7 minutes.

Elisheva: This video is the first live and in real time Prophecy I received with Apostle, Prophet Ezra from Israel present on April 12th 2016. Little did we know that within two months by Shavu’ot/Pentecost June 12th 2016, our love would continue to bloom and grow to such new heights and my beloved Ezra would be announced as the co-leader of AmightyWind Ministries on the day we proclaimed to the world our love for one another. [LINKS COMING]

He is now the male covering of the Ministry and me, and my true soul mate, the love of my life. He took the place of a reprobate who is now nothing, except for a distant memory. Ezra walks in the mantle of an Apostle & Prophet and never shies away from good old fashioned hard work for the Kingdom of Heaven or from the Anointing!

We are now equally yoked in leadership and love, where there was only an illusion of a male co-leader before. Both Ezra and I put the HOLY TRINITY first above all else. We thank everyone who supported the new leadership announcement!

Today, 3 months after it was received on April 12th 2016, Prophecy 126 is now released July 12th. 2016.

On March 7th 2016 on what I thought would be the darkest day of my life, instead was the first day I first spoke to Ezra. GOD ALMIGHTY says that our relationship has grown in these 4 months what it takes others over 4 years, and this is just the beginning! We have to wonder, what is YAH going to do next?

This Prophecy was recorded via audio. Here is the transcription.

[ Ezra prays in Holy tongues… ]

Kathrynyah: OK…

Ezra: Hello, Hello.

Kathrynyah: I’m supposed to tell her [Elisheva] what you’re wearing.

Ezra: Oh my…

Kathrynyah: [Laughs] Oh my…

Ezra: Let me put my clothes on then.

Kathynyah: He says, “Let me put my clothes on then”—he’s really funny.

[ Laughter ]

Kathrynyah: He has on a blue T-shirt.

Elisheva: Oh I wanted to know what he looked like in blue yesterday!

Kathrynyah: Dark blue that says U.S.A.

Elisheva: You must have heard me in the spirit because I just wondered… remember yesterday? I said, “I wonder what he looks like in blue?”

Kathrynyah: And there you go. Now he is wearing blue. So there you go.

Elisheva: I know, so you’ll have to tell him I said that when he comes back.

Kathrynyah: He’s here. He heard you.

Elisheva: Well I can’t hear him. Talk to me.

Kathrynyah: Oh! I just dropped my phone! [Laughs]

Ezra: I, I—I’m trying not to interrupt—every time I hear you.

[ Kathrynyah laughs ]

Elisheva: And I’m over there trying to tell her, “No. Text Ezra. I need prayer.”

Kathrynyah: I did!

Elisheva: It was like, “I can’t talk to him. I don’t have a voice!”

Ezra: Yeah…

Elisheva: And as I read your email, my voice returned right in front of Kathrynyah!

Kathrynyah: As she read your email her voice returned.

Ezra: What I was writing to you—I mentioned in the email—I never shared it with anyone, until the LORD revealed to you that your spirit is mingled with my spirit and if it’s the same spirit, it’s the same spirit.

Elisheva: You’re precious. That’s all I can say. You are not only precious to YAH, you’re precious to me too. OK?

Ezra: Thank you, thank you. So are you.

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] So are you.

Elisheva: The only thing is, when you set your butterfly free over there she’s really got tattered wings right now—eh, by faith I believe I’ll fly… how is that?

Ezra: Yes, I… I actually… I actually imagined you—I put you… I put that butterfly in my hands. I’m actually—you’re gonna see it on the video [that I made for you].

I put the butterfly in my hands and I was binding [mending]—putting the [broken] wings together, and then I was blowing—[ Makes blowing sound ]—a little wind, for you to pick up the wind and to fly—and I was releasing you.

Kathrynyah: That’s so beautiful.

Elisheva: So precious. Did you pray over my picture too?

Kathrynyah: Did you pray over her picture too?

Ezra: Yes, I see your picture all the time.

Elisheva: Which picture did you choose?

Kathrynyah: Which one?

Ezra: The one she sent me last, the recent one.

Elisheva: Now I have a man who speaks life over me and sets me free to fly. [Laughs joyfully]

Ezra: That’s right.

[ Elisheva laughs joyfully ]

Ezra: Didn’t the LORD say in the Prophecy for us, “Ezra, teach her how to fly”?

Elisheva: Yes, yes.

Kathrynyah: Thank you for your prayers beloved brother. Thank you that you were there, just like that.

Ezra: I’ll tell you, I was supposed to be out today and everything was delayed and I couldn’t go.

Kathrynyah: Oh wow, GOD delayed him. He couldn’t go so he was available here to pray.

Elisheva: Well, I praise YOU ABBA YAHUVEH for that because I needed you Ez[ra], I needed you [to pray]!

Elisheva: Yeah HEAVENLY FATHER, who is the one who sent that curse FATHER? [To Ezra] Would you, will you just pray in the SPIRIT please?

Ezra: Yeah.

[ Kathrynyah binds the devil in YAHUSHUA’S NAME & Ezra prays in Holy tongues… ]

Elisheva: We just wait for YOU ABBA YAH to speak forth the Word now in English through beloved, YOUR beloved Ezra. You’re precious Ezra. What is it YOU want to say ABBA YAHUVEH? What is it YOU want to say YAHUSHUA? What is it you want to say IMMAYAH?

ABBA YAHUVEH as YOU spoke forth a Word, [speak again] through these lips of clay, of mine—and YOU anointed them—and they were YOUR Words ABBA YAHUVEH, the CREATOR of everything.

FATHER what is it that YOU want us to know? What is it ABBA YAH?

[ Elisheva prays in Holy tongues becoming more and more fiery, full of YAH’S Fury until YAH speaks through her ]

Elisheva: Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy…  Oh my! HE is so furious!

Prophecy 126 Begins:

April 12, 2016

Touch not MY Prophets! Touch not MY Anointed and neither do MY Prophets any harm (1 Ch 16:22; Ps 105:15)! He [Paul Hellem] has ignited MY Fury!

DO NOT HARM MY BRIDE!—I DO NOT ABUSE MY BRIDE!

WOE be unto anyone who touches the hair of the head of MY BRIDE! Do you not know? It is MY Anger, MY Rage, MY Fury that keeps hell ignited! This day the flames have only grown hotter! Do not harm MY Babies, Bride, MY Chosen Ones & Elect!

WOE be unto this world! To call evil what I call Holy! WOE BE UNTO THIS WORLD! Woe! Woe! Woe! It is not gonna [going to] be long now. This world is gonna to feel MY Fury! And it will not just be the Foot stomping of ABBA YAHUVEH—but it will be I YAHUSHUA & IMMAYAH!

Stop testing! Stop testing MY Patience—how far you can lean over hell and not fall in—STOP TESTING ME!

I do not speak this warning to MY precious Babies, Bride, Chosen Ones & Elect—those washed in the SHED BLOOD, those who receive MY GIFT at Calvary. You! You! You! I embrace! You have nothing to fear.

I speak to the enemies—the reprobates (2 Tm 3:8; Tit 1:16), the spawn of satan. I speak to the “lukewarm” (Rv 3:16) who call themselves “Christian,” but even DEFILE the Name of CHRIST.

2 Timothy 3:8 [T]hese also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, reprobate concerning the faith.

Titus 1:16 They profess that they know GOD; but in works they deny HIM, being abominable, and disobedient, and unto every good work reprobate.

Revelation 3:16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of MY Mouth.

You take MY Ten Commandments and you wad ‘em [them] up in a ball and then say, “This is just trash. It was all done at the Cross of Calvary. You see my soul will not be lost. He paid the price! Now I can sin all I want. There are no rules. YAHUSHUA whom we call ‘Jesus Christ’ is all love. He’s all love! He’ll not cast us into hell!”

Oh! Oh oh oh, you foolish, foolish people!

There is a price to pay—for all those who trample the BLOOD OF YAHUSHUA under your feet. There is a price to pay—for the curses, for the hatred, for the lies and slander that you have sent this Prophet in AmightyWind’s way. There is a price to pay!

You had better repent!

For some of you it’s too late. You will hear this message and you will only return to her more hate!

BUT I HAVE A PROPHET! And she will boldly speak it forth! So, you cannot say that you were not warned! My true Prophets will speak forth. You will not muzzle them.

And Ezra, I have called you forth. You too shall take MY Words. And where you once just humbly turned away with tears in your eyes, I SHALL PUT FIRE THERE!—where it’s not been before.

For I joined these two Anointings together. And no-one’s gonna to tear it apart! And it doesn’t matter if anyone understands. I know what I put in this woman and this man.

You just speak forth MY Words. That’s all you’re responsible to do. You’re not responsible [for] what they do with them! You just speak forth MY Words—that’s in the Prophecies, that’s locked in the Book [Secrets of the HOLY SPIRIT (RUACH HA KODESH)].

Those with true eyes to see will unlock the Truths in that Book—by IMMAYAH. SHE will give the Wisdom. SHE will give the Revelation for all those who seek and desire to hear from ME.

I AM WHO I AM!

And I apologize to no woman or man!

It will be done MY way!

 And I warn this earth!

For your rebellion,

you are going to pay.

Those who receive the Words of the Truth of this Ministry—are set-apart will be protected and blessed. For you see it’s not a woman or a man’s words. But they are Heaven sent!

Be warned for every curse, every spell, every ritual, every demon you tried to send—be warned you who practice the occult—a million-fold back to YOU it shall be sent! I said, a million-fold back to YOU it shall be sent. But it shall not only be on this earth, it shall be in hell—hell combined with the Lake of Fire!

It is better you cover your mouth—it is better you run the other way if you don’t like the Words I say!

OH, OH, OH! OH, OH! For MY Babies, Bride, Chosen Ones & Elect! OH OH OH! For MY Bride, MY precious, precious, beautiful Bride—it won’t be long before I, YAHUSHUA, draw you by MY Side. Hang on tight to the Hem of MY Garment!

HANG ON TIGHT AND DON’T YOU DARE LET GO!

Sometimes you’ll think you’ll have to wrestle ME for blessings but this only helps your faith to grow! I will not leave you, I will not forsake you! Just cry out in MY NAME! For I love you with a love you cannot even begin to comprehend! And your rewards are waiting for you right here in Heaven!

Kathrynyah: Praise YAHUSHUA!

Prophecy Continues:

OH I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! You’re the reason I went to Calvary, so you can return back to ME! All those—I speak to now—in the LAMB’S Book of Life, you were the reason I went to Calvary!

And no good thing will I withhold from you—if you just hang on tight and don’t turn back—I desire to bless you!

And you who labor in the harvest field, you who labor at AmightyWind—HANG ON TIGHT! Don’t you dare let go! For you do a labor of love for ABBA YAHUVEH, I, YAHUSHUA, & IMMAYAH.

And I AM so so so pleased with the prayer intercessors, “YAHUSHUA’S demon stompers.” And there’s more than just those that the names are known. For they are spread all over the world—500,000 warriors on that wall, just like I prophesied long ago! And they are the strong warriors! In all kindreds and tongues!

For the word of mouth has taken this Ministry all over the world. And it shall be even more as the days ahead—you reach people that you had not been able to reach before!

For the BRIDE OF ISRAEL cries out! There’s a BRIDE IN LEBANON! There’s a Bride! There’s a Bride! There’s a Bride—who cry out to ME, who walk Holy before ME in more places around this world—and some you have not yet even reached who wait for you.

These are the Words I have to say as, Ezra, you stirred up the new Prophecy this day. This is the reason why the devil tried to kill this Prophet this day—he did not want this Prophecy to come forth from MY daughter’s lips—MY Ringmaiden.

So Ezra, you keep doing what you’re called to do.

For now there’s not just one, but there’s two.

And there’s more on the way!

There’s the Hebrew translators! You keep your eyes out looking for them. For this Book is meant to be in the Hebrew language, just like I prophesied it would be in the Asian language.

You keep your eyes open for all those who receive this Book as Truth in Israel, all those who can speak forth the Hebrew language and knows the English [language] well. They will stand by your side. They will be honored to help you. I call ‘em [them] forth this day.

I already know your names. I speak it into the spirit realm and I call you forth.

Well done, well done, well done my faithful daughter! Well done, well done my faithful son!

You just stay on that path. You stay on that course. For a new adventure has just begun. You keep crying out to ME. You keep asking for that Wisdom! And I will faithfully guide, anoint and give more Wisdom to you liberally.

But woe, woe, woe, woe, WOE be to your enemies! I put you on notice enemies. Woe, woe, woe, woe be everyone who stands against MY Babies, Bride, Chosen Ones & Elect!

And to everyone else who hears this and says, “Oh! I don’t wanna be YAH’S enemy,”

then you better quickly repent!

Because MY WRATH to this world is about to be sent!

You better get on your knees and cry out to YAHUSHUA before it’s too late! Repent! Repent! Repent! Accept HIS GIFT at Calvary so the SHED BLOOD OF YAHUSHUA—[HE] can be your MASHIACH—and will protect and forgive and deliver thee.

These are the Words I have to say as the devil rages in fury, trying to silence this Prophet once again. Instead, I only have her shout louder! You cannot silence MY Prophets.

Oh enemies of MINE, remember this!

A Prophet is MY friend! Whatever you do to them, it is as if you’ve done to ME.

And I AM YAHUVEH!

This day you’ve heard from not only I, ABBA YAHUVEH, but you’ve heard from MY SON, YAHUSHUA! Now what are you gonna do with the Words I’ve spoken to you? All spoken forth because of IMMAYAH. What are you gonna do?

For now you’re held accountable for the Words that have been spoken forth.

End of Word.

Elisheva: [Takes large breath] That’s all.

Kathrynyah: Praise YAHUVEH! Praise YAHUSHUA! Praise IMMAYAH!

Ezra: Thank YOU! Amen.

[ Elisheva laughs ]

Kathrynyah: Thank you FATHER!

Elisheva: You better have gotten—heard that—Ezra, did you?

Ezra: What did you say?

Kathrynyah: Did you hear that?

Ezra: Yeah. [Laughs]

Kathrynyah: Yeah.

Ezra: [Laughs] Praise GOD.

Elisheva: [Laughs] FATHER I just thank YOU and I praise YOU something really great happened today. Wow, this is a new Prophecy. April 12th, 2016. This is a new Prophecy.

Kathrynyah: Praise YAHUVEH! Praise YAHUSHUA! Praise IMMAYAH!

Elisheva: And it’s all because a man came—who’s now in Israel.

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] All because a man came—who’s now in Israel.

Ezra: Wow, incredible. Incredible!

Elisheva: You see I hear—I can’t explain how this gift works. I can’t explain it. It’s just that… sometimes HE will… There’s just so much there that comes to me at one time. There is no way of explaining it.

But Ezra stirred up the Anointing—and we waited and we waited and we waited for a Word to come forth. He spoke in Holy tongues, [we] went before the Throne and I said, “What is it YOU [YAHUVEH] want to say?” And we waited and we waited and he [Ezra] prays in tongues again.

And then we wait… and I said [in my mind], “Oh my! There’s not gonna be any Word YOU have to say?” And YOU’RE the ONE who told me to pray, told me to have him [Ezra, in tongues] pray—and of course, we know how that happened—

I just had not a clue, as usual. And then when HE spoke, HE was so furious…

Ezra: Yeah.

Elisheva …at the one [Paul Hellem] today who hurt me so bad. And um…

Ezra: Wow.

Elisheva: I just want to put this on notice. Yeah. Woe be unto our enemies.

Kathrynyah: Amen.

Elisheva: That’s all.

Ezra: Amen.

Elisheva: Woe be unto those…

Ezra: Wow.

Elisheva: You’re gonna answer for every one of the words you’ve said. You’re gonna answer before the GOD OF CREATION. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. And yet you have said the most… You have put my face… and you put it in a porn [video]… you dare do something like that? To take a porn star and say that it is I? You don’t even can com—

Prophetic Word

You can’t even comprehend—ABBA YAH says now—the TORTURES! …that you have waiting for you. You who dare say, and make videos, that I am “an apostle of the satanic church,” you do not even begin to comprehend—ABBA YAH is telling me—the tortures that you have waiting for you because with every word that you spoke, it went before the Throne of Heaven.

Elisheva: And my DADDY YAH, YAHUSHUA & IMMAYAH…

Ezra: Wow.

Elisheva: THEY know, for over 30 years I have belonged to THEM. THEY know.

Ezra: Amen.

Elisheva: And woe be unto you. Woe, woe, woe! Man!

I hope, my prayer is—and I say this before the whole world—I wanna [want to] know the moment that that torture begins. I wanna know.

I don’t want to look upon it long, but it was just like Lazarus and the rich man. He saw the rich man beg for water—just a drip on the tongue. I wanna know what my DADDY YAH does to you.

Because you… You think you got the victory. You think you humiliated me.

But guess what? There is nothing you can do that my DADDY YAH didn’t allow you to do. And that was for your own judgment. You dug your own level down to the pit of hell [to where] you will descend.

Kathrynyah: Amen.

Elisheva: So you people who want to keep making these videos, keep slandering my name, keep speaking all this evil against this Ministry… You’re stupid.

Kathrynyah: Amen. [Laughs]

Elisheva: You should’ve just ran away.

Ezra: Yes.

Elisheva: And for you who are hearing this, and you’re gonna get angry, I suggest you shut up.

Kathrynyah: Amen!

Elisheva: You better run away.

Ezra: Amen.

Elisheva: Because my DADDY YAH is not playing games. HE knows who belongs, and whose name is written in that LAMB’S Book of Life, to Heaven.

Kathrynyah: Amen.

Elisheva: That’s the words I have to say.

Ezra: Amen.

Elisheva: On April 12, 2016.

Kathrynyah: Amen.

Elisheva: YAHUSHUA is on the way.

Ezra: Wow.

Elisheva: HE is on the way.

Ezra: Wow.

Elisheva: [Prays in Holy tongues] Hallelu YAH—ABBA YAH! Thank YOU for strengthening me this day. [Laughs] Oh yes… Thank YOU for strengthening me this day. Thank YOU, thank YOU for this man of YAH that YOU have brought our way to help us in a way no one has ever helped us before—as the desire of my heart is to reach Israel.

Ezra: Amen.

Elisheva: And the Hebrew people, the Jewish people that are spread all over this world, but we’re not stopping there. We’re not stopping there.

Ezra: Yes, wow…

Elisheva: This is an international Ministry and we love all people, kindreds and tongues—

Ezra: Praise GOD.

Elisheva: —whose names are written in the LAMB’S Book of Life, and YAHUSHUA is not gonna lose one.

Ezra: Amen

Elisheva: [Laughs joyfully] That’s our first Prophecy together.

Kathrynyah: She says, “That’s our first Prophecy together.”

Ezra: Oh… [Laughs]

Elisheva: It is after you let the butterfly free!

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] It is after you let the butterfly free!

Ezra laughing: She was free indeed!

[ Elisheva laughs ]

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] She’s free indeed!

Elisheva: It was my first Prophecy since I didn’t know if I would prophesy any more

Kathrynyah: You say that every time, I’m sorry but [Laughs] you’re always saying that.

Elisheva: [Laughs] She’s right. I do that every… well, not every time. But it was after you mended my wings and set me free [that I prophesied again]. Thank ABBA YAH. Thank YOU for showing me.

Visions

Kathrynyah: …and then you started to pray and I saw [in a vision] that you both had baseball bats and they were crossed, like you were getting ready to use them. You know, like you cross your swords and then you start to fight, sort of.

Elisheva: But a baseball bat?! [Laughs]

Kathrynyah: Hit ’em [them, the enemies] over the head I guess.

Elisheva: [Laughs] OK!

Kathrynyah: And then when GOD was speaking forth fire in Ezra I saw fire in his hand, like you lifted up your hand and there was like fire on the end of it, you know, like a flame. That was what I saw.

Elisheva: Wow, praise YAH. See what you get when you wear blue!?

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] See what you get when you wear blue?

Ezra: Yeah. [Laughs]

[ Elisheva laughs ]

Kathrynyah: It’s about the colors. I’m just being silly ABBA YAHUVEH. YOU know that.

Elisheva: Alright.

Ezra: Yeah [Laughs]

Elisheva: This is just the beginning of when you and I come together in the Anointing.

Ezra: Yes indeed.

Kathrynyah: Awesome!

Elisheva: When the devil thinks he’s gonna break me, [she’s hearing this from Heaven] ABBA YAH said, “The only thing I did today was bend.! ABBA YAH said, “The only thing I did today was bend.” That’s all. The reason why I only bent today and didn’t break, is because—there was a man [Ezra] who has a Rod and he is my other half of the Anointing.

Kathrynyah: Amen!

Ezra: [Authoritatively] Amen.

Elisheva: And that’s what I have to say. And all of hell trembles right now.

Kathrynyah: Good!

Ezra: That’s right.

Elisheva: The devil was defeated.

Kathrynyah: In the NAME OF YAHUSHUA HA MASHIACH, good!

Ezra: Tell her I’m giving her five [high five]. “Give me five.”

Kathrynyah: He’s giving you ‘five’, give him ‘five’. [Laughs]

Elisheva: Well how about a kiss on the cheek?

Kathrynyah: [Repeats] How about a kiss on the cheek? [Laughs]

Ezra: Alright.

Kathrynyah: Alright, he is putting his cheek up to the screen.

Elisheva: [Laughs] I don’t wanna twist your arm!

Kathrynyah: No he wants to give you a high five!

Ezra: You have been twisting it let me tell you. [Jokingly]

Kathrynyah: No, he wants to give you a high five!

Elisheva: What’s a ‘high five’? Oh! Give me ‘high five’! [Laughs]

Kathrynyah: Okay now she gets it!

Elisheva: I put my hand up. Our anointed hands are joined.

Kathrynyah: She puts her hand up for a ‘high five’. She says— Okay now she gets it. Now he’s got it…

Elisheva: Now our anointed hands are joined.

Kathrynyah: Amen!

Ezra: Just remember, with all this turbulence/tribulation there you went through, something good was coming out of it. Victorious day.

Elisheva: Amen.

Kathrynyah: She always used to say, “I’m five and I’m alive!”

Elisheva: Well, we got actually more than that now! We got Ezra! You know! And he is way up there [spiritually]! [Laughs ]

Kathrynyah: Almighty.

Ezra: Now I understand why my whole day was delayed and I couldn’t get there and… it was for that reason, absolutely.

Elisheva: Thank you for being there for me.

Ezra: Oh, you’re welcome.

Elisheva: And FATHER thank YOU for having him there for me. Because if you had been out—you wouldn’t have been there for me today. And this Word would not have come forth.

Ezra: Just like I said everything we do is ordained from “before.”

Elisheva: Amen. Amen, amen, amen. So now you… you have witnessed the first Prophecy with you. [Laughs]

Kathrynyah: She said [earlier] we’ve waited so long for another Prophecy and she has Prophecies that have not been released—

Elisheva: —because of him [Paul Hellem].

Ezra: Well��there we are. Yeah, sure.

Kathrynyah: Because of ‘butt-head’.

Elisheva: Yeah.

Ezra: Sure.

Elisheva: Because he…

Kathrynyah: I can’t think of a name bad enough for him [Paul Hellem].

Elisheva: [Laughs] I can’t either.

Ezra: I thought ‘cheese-head’ is good.

[Recording cut-off, but the women respond saying, both these names aren’t bad enough for the reprobate Paul Hellem!]

Elisheva: I need to see your face. I need to see my man in blue over there! That anointed color! Stirred up the Anointing!

Ezra: Oh, OK.

Kathrynyah: It stirred up the Anointing.

Elisheva: Stirred up the anointing…

Ezra: Did you know, I’m gonna end with this, if you take the name “Jerusalem”—if you take the name “Jerusalem,” U.S.A. is right in the middle of “Jerusalem.”

Kathrynyah: Yeah.

Elisheva: Yes I know.

Ezra: U.S.A. was only blessed because of Jerusalem. Because of Israel.

Kathrynyah: Yeah…

Elisheva: I believe that…

Ezra: And now they are forsaking Israel.

Elisheva: They’re enemies and yet they don’t want to admit they’re enemies. Beware of the Trojan Horse [Prophecy 57]. You have [YAH has spoken] Prophecies to Israel. I could not reach them with those Prophecies, you can—warn ’em.

Ezra: Yeah.

Elisheva: And when you get to the United States, you warn them there too.

Ezra: Yes. Indeed.

Elisheva: There are so many Prophecies for America. Okay?

Ezra: Yes, yes!

Elisheva: Well, I’m will let you go. And…

Elisheva: All I can do is say thank you. There is nothing else I can say.

Ezra: OK.

Kathrynyah: YAHUVEH bless you!

Elisheva: YAHUSHUA bless you.

Ezra: Bye bye!

Kathrynyah: Bye bye!

Ezra: Thank you.

End of Recording.

So it is spoken, so it is written in the NAME OF YAHUSHUA, April 12, 2016 Apostle, Prophet Elisheva Eliyahu