The Book of Jo~How A Christian Nation Fell To Satanism

Prologue

It was around 03 hours on Burma Road, near Old State

House. I was on the opposite side of the road to the First

Republican Presidents former abode. I was happy that I

had found a few square feet of good energy that I could

thrive on. The land around it was either neutral or

negative. I sat there in victory having escaped a wicked

horde in Libala that had wanted to make their king in the

belief that the world had come to an end. Further to my

left was a Mosque from whom the spiritual presence of

the Imam put my heart at ease. My happiness was to be

short lived though. A stream of spiritual energy had short

through the ether and attached itself to my spirit. I could

not shake it off, it had swiftly begun to suck the energy

out of my soul such that I could feel myself ageing and

emaciating. In my mind it immediately clicked who it was

that was draining my life force to temporarily sustain his.

My proximity to Old State House was no coincidence. It

was him, it was KK.