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After visiting with his aunt, Neil quickly made his way to church. In his twisted mind he believed that God would conceal his sins if he confessed them, after all he was not actually the one doing the spiritually malicious works, so his hands were still clean, or so he believed.

Pulling into the parking lot he quickly straightened his suit and tie in the rearview mirror before hopping out of his car. He quickly ran his fingers through his blonde hair and made his way to the front steps of the church.

“Neil, how are you?” Pastor Patrick Harris greeted as he approached Neil.

“H-Hello p-pastor?” Neil stuttered not making eye contact with the joyful pastor.

“Son, is everything all right?”  Pastor Patrick questioned, placing his hand on Neil’s shoulder concerned about the obvious distress he was showing.

“I- I am fine Pastor, thank you for caring.” He smiled nervously.

“Take it to God son, rest all of your cares on him. There is nothing too big for God.”

“Thank you, Pastor.” Neil said as he nodded in agreement. The pastor smiled patting Neil on the shoulder before walking away. Neil headed towards the double doors of the fellowship hall and walked towards the first pew. Slowly, he sat thinking about what he had just done.  Sliding to his knees he began to ask God to forgive him for his sins and keep them hidden from his wife. His prayers fell on deaf ears from that day forward.

A few weeks had passed since Neil requested help from his aunt. He had been under a lot of stress after making some unfortunate choices at work, causing two of his major clients to lose an unsightly amount of money.  Makayla refused to use her spiritual ability to foretell each business venture and Neil was paying for it. Neil argued with his aunt daily, he was beyond disappointed with his aunts numerous failed attempts to cast dark spells on his wife. Either Makayla was immune or his aunt had lost her touch.

It was a Friday evening. Neil had been working late trying to correct some of his mistakes with his remaining clients. His secretary Susan Jameson stayed late to help him. She had a secret crush on the handsome blonde hair, blue eyed, well built Neil.  Knowing that he was married meant nothing to her, He was what she wanted and she was focused on getting his attention. Although Neil was oblivious to Susan flirtatious attempts, she knew that eventually he would give in to her.