0:02 I never imagined that an innocent
0:04 pastime could have such dark roots. I
0:06 grew up believing that video games were
0:09 simple games, modern distractions for
0:11 children and young people. But what I
0:14 saw during my experience with hell broke
0:16 my soul in a terrifying vision. I was
0:18 taken beyond the veil. And what I
0:21 discovered left a lasting mark on me.
0:24 Demons use video games as traps as bait
0:27 to seduce, enslave, and drag entire
0:30 generations away. I saw it with my own
0:32 eyes in the depths of the abyss. And
0:34 today I have the responsibility to tell
0:37 you about it. Don't mock or ignore it
0:38 because what I'm about to reveal to you
0:40 could be happening in your own home
0:43 right now. Before continuing, write in
0:45 the comments, "Christ protects my
0:47 children." Declare it with faith because
0:50 this war is real and your word can be a
0:52 sword against the darkness. When I was
0:55 taken away in spirit, I saw a huge hall
0:57 in hell lit by giant screens showing
1:00 video games of all kinds. They were like
1:02 endless arcades, but instead of human
1:04 coins, what was being offered were
1:07 souls. Thousands of children sat in
1:09 front of consoles, their eyes glowing as
1:12 if hypnotized, their hands moved the
1:14 controls tirelessly, but they weren't
1:16 playing. They were slaves, endlessly
1:19 repeating the same scenes. Every defeat
1:21 was a cry. every victory or deception
1:24 that kept them trapped. Small demons
1:26 like grotesque parodies of cartoon
1:29 characters mocked them, feeding on their
1:31 frustration and joy. I saw how many
1:34 games had hidden portals, not on the
1:36 screen, but in the spiritual realm.
1:39 Games of violence opened doors to anger
1:41 and hatred. Games of witchcraft and
1:44 fantasy were direct doors to the occult.
1:46 Games of excess and greed swed greed in
1:49 even innocent hearts. Each game was a
1:51 sewing. Each level passed a stronger
1:54 bond. The angel who accompanied me said
1:57 in a deep voice, "What parents see as
1:59 entertainment, the enemy uses as
2:01 indoctrination, they think they're
2:03 playing, but in reality they're being
2:05 programmed. The scene changed, and I
2:07 found myself in a corridor of hell where
2:11 old consoles, cartridges, and discs were
2:13 piled up, all burning like embers. I
2:16 understood that each generation had been
2:18 trapped by its technology. Before it was
2:21 arcades, then home consoles, now cell
2:23 phone games, and virtual reality. The
2:26 enemy doesn't change its plan. It only
2:29 updates its tools, and each device was
2:31 an altar. Each screen a mirror where
2:33 darkness projected its influence. The
2:35 most painful thing was recognizing
2:38 titles and characters that I myself had
2:40 played once without imagining what was
2:43 hidden behind them. I also saw how
2:45 demons disguised as avatars mingled
2:47 within the games. They seemed like
2:50 friendly characters, but secretly their
2:52 movements were rituals. A cartoonish
2:54 demon looked directly at me and said,
2:56 "They think they control us with their
2:59 buttons, but we control their hearts."
3:01 And immediately I saw innocent children
3:04 repeating phrases, gestures, and
3:06 behaviors that the demonic avatars
3:08 taught them. It was a silent
3:10 indoctrination disguised as fun. The
3:12 most shocking thing happened when I saw
3:15 an area where the souls of children who
3:17 had died were trapped in eternal cycles.
3:20 Some were replaying shooting games,
3:22 falling over and over again under
3:24 spiritual bullet that burned like fire.
3:26 Others were running in endless
3:28 labyrinths pursued by grotesque
3:30 creatures that laughed at their
3:32 suffering. They couldn't stop, couldn't
3:34 turn off the console because they were
3:36 already part of hell's eternal game. The
3:39 angel wept and told me, "The enemy not
3:42 only trapped you on earth, he also
3:45 enslaves you for eternity. That's why
3:47 the warning must be clear. It's not just
3:50 a game." As I continued to contemplate
3:52 that vision, I saw how the demons had
3:54 entire departments dedicated to
3:56 different types of games. It was like a
3:59 trap factory where each design had a
4:01 specific purpose to destroy the children
4:04 from within. In one section, I saw
4:07 shooting and war games. The demons who
4:09 controlled them were dark, armed with
4:11 glowing spears, and they fed on the
4:14 violence the children absorbed on Earth.
4:16 It seemed like simple fun, but
4:19 spiritually each bullet fired left marks
4:22 of hatred, anger, and blood lust in the
4:25 player's heart. The angel whispered to
4:27 me, "These games turn death into
4:29 entertainment, and when death is
4:31 entertainment, the fear of God
4:33 disappears." In another room, I saw
4:36 witchcraft and fantasy games where
4:38 spells and incantations were part of the
4:41 mechanics. Demons disguised as wizards
4:43 and mythological creatures laughed out
4:45 loud because every time a child cast a
4:47 spell in the game, they were uttering
4:49 words in their spirit that opened doors
4:52 to darkness. Parents would say, "It's
4:54 just their imagination." But what they
4:56 didn't know was that those words, even
4:59 if they were virtual, were translated as
5:01 packs in the invisible world. I saw
5:03 burning scrolls where those invocations
5:06 were recorded and each one was used as
5:09 evidence in hell to claim their souls. I
5:11 also saw a section of games of
5:13 simulation and greed. There children
5:16 built empires, accumulated wealth, and
5:19 bought and sold endlessly spiritually.
5:22 Those games were traps that sowed greed,
5:24 unbridled ambition, and the love of
5:26 money. Demons who looked like dark
5:28 bankers whispered to them, "You will be
5:30 great. You will have everything. You
5:32 will own the world. And the children
5:34 grew up with a constant emptiness,
5:38 always seeking more, never satisfied.
5:40 The angel told me, "This is how they
5:42 prepare hearts to love the world and
5:44 forget eternity. The most disturbing
5:46 thing was seeing the section of games
5:49 full of perversion and sexualization.
5:52 Provocative words, dirty dialogue, and
5:54 scenes full of lust were used as bait.
5:57 Demons with grotesque bodies, half
5:59 cartoon and half human, dragged the
6:02 little ones in with obscene laughter. I
6:03 saw how even children who had never
6:05 heard those words at home were taught
6:08 perversity through an online game. In
6:10 the spirit, each click was like a
6:12 burning altar. I saw rivers of fire
6:14 connecting those consoles directly to
6:16 abysses of filth and thousands of
6:18 teenage souls trapped there, unable to
6:21 escape. The angel then showed me the
6:23 strategy of addiction. I saw how the
6:25 demons manipulated the game so they
6:27 would never end. Infinite levels,
6:29 rewards that kept the children connected
6:32 for hours and hours in front of the
6:34 screen. Physically, it was the desire to
6:37 play more. But spiritually, they were
6:39 chains that tightened with every
6:41 additional minute. Some children didn't
6:44 eat, didn't sleep, didn't speak to their
6:46 families because the enemy had already
6:48 isolated them in a virtual world. In
6:51 hell, those souls sat in front of
6:53 eternal consoles, repeating the same
6:56 frustration over and over again, without
6:59 rest, without pause, without hope. I
7:01 also saw how online video games were
7:04 used as social networks. Demonic
7:06 children spoke with strangers who in the
7:09 spiritual realm were demons disguised as
7:12 friends. These conversations seemed
7:14 harmless. But in the occult, they sowed
7:17 rebellion against parents, contempt for
7:19 authority, and opened the door to
7:21 greater deception. I saw a child listen
7:24 to advice from a gamer who told him,
7:26 "Don't obey. Do what you want. Your
7:29 parents don't understand anything in the
7:31 spiritual realm." That voice was a demon
7:34 sewing seeds of disobedience that would
7:36 grow like thorns in his heart. The
7:38 saddest thing was when I saw entire
7:40 homes collapse because of these games.
7:43 Parents tried to talk to their children,
7:45 but they were trapped in the screen,
7:47 unable to let go of the controller.
7:49 Spiritually, every attempted
7:51 communication was blocked by demons who
7:54 intervened, filling the environment with
7:57 shouting, anger, and distance. The angel
8:00 told me, "This is the enemy's plan to
8:02 isolate the children, to break up the
8:04 family, because he knows that a divided
8:07 family expresses itself easily." And I
8:09 saw how many tired parents simply gave
8:12 up, handing over the upbringing of their
8:13 children to the console without
8:15 realizing that they were handing them
8:18 over to hell itself. The angel with a
8:21 broken voice told me, "Not all video
8:23 games are bad, but the enemy has
8:25 infiltrated them so that even the good
8:28 ones are used as bait. If parents don't
8:30 watch, if they don't pray, if they don't
8:33 teach the word, their children will fall
8:35 like sheep to the slaughter." And then I
8:38 saw a heartbreaking scene. A little boy
8:40 playing joyfully with no apparent
8:42 malice. But behind him was a dark shadow
8:45 that slowly enveloped him. That shadow
8:48 didn't scream, didn't scare him. It only
8:50 lulled him with lights and sounds. It
8:52 was the spirit of addiction. And once it
8:54 caught him, it dragged him into the
8:57 abyss. The vision became even more
8:59 terrifying. When the angel took me to a
9:01 deeper part of hell, there were no
9:04 modern consoles or luminous screens, but
9:06 entire prisons designed in the form of
9:09 eternal video games. Each cell was a
9:12 level, each torment an endless game. I
9:14 saw thousands of children and teenagers
9:16 who in life had been trapped by those
9:19 games. Now condemned to play them for
9:22 eternity. But without fun, without rest,
9:24 without hope, what was once
9:26 entertainment in the abyss had become
9:28 torture. I saw a group of souls running
9:31 in a shooting game. They were chased by
9:34 giant shadows that never tired. Every
9:36 time they fell under the fiery bullets,
9:38 their pain was unbearable, but they
9:40 would instantly get up only to repeat
9:42 the same sentence. They couldn't get
9:44 out. They couldn't turn off the system
9:46 because they themselves had become part
9:49 of the game. And the demons mocked, "You
9:51 wanted to play all night. Now you'll
9:53 play forever." That phrase reverberated
9:56 like an echo in every corner. In another
9:58 section, I saw games of magic and
10:01 fantasy, but there the spells were real
10:03 chains. The children were forced to
10:06 repeat incantations over and over again,
10:08 and every word that came from their lips
10:10 lit a fire in their throats. They were
10:12 enslaved to the witchcraft they had once
10:15 played for fun. Demons in black robes
10:18 laughed, saying, "They opened the door.
10:20 We just walked in." It was like an
10:22 eternal ritual where innocents were used
10:25 as unwitting priests of hell. I also saw
10:27 a place where games of greed had
10:30 transformed into torments of eternal
10:32 covetousness. Souls found themselves in
10:35 a dark market, chasing coins that burned
10:38 in their hands. Every time they tried to
10:40 buy something, the object turned to ash.
10:43 They ran around in despair, accumulating
10:46 riches they could never enjoy. The angel
10:48 told me, "Such is the fate of those who
10:51 love money. They always seek more, but
10:54 they never find peace. Spiritually those
10:56 children had learned from a young age to
10:59 covet. And now that covetousness was
11:00 their eternal prison, it was
11:03 heartbreaking to contemplate the lust
11:05 area. Children and adolescents who had
11:07 fallen into games tainted with
11:09 perversion were now chained to scenes
11:11 that were endlessly repeated. Their eyes
11:13 burned like hot coals, forced to stare
11:15 at images of corruption they couldn't
11:18 tear away. Each glance was a whip that
11:20 tore at their souls. Demons in grotesque
11:23 forms lashed them, saying, "You asked
11:26 for it. You played it. Now this is yours
11:29 forever. Lust, which had once seemed
11:31 like innocent fun, became an unbearable
11:33 torment that never ended." The angel
11:36 showed me another room. There, the
11:38 addiction games were recreated as
11:40 eternal labyrinths. Children ran
11:43 tirelessly, looking for exits that never
11:45 appeared. Each corridor seemed identical
11:48 to the last, each door a deception. They
11:50 screamed for help, but their voices
11:52 bounced off walls that laughed at their
11:55 pain. The demons followed close behind,
11:58 whispering, "One more level, one more
12:00 try. You'll never stop." I realized that
12:02 addiction doesn't end with death, but
12:04 rather in hell, it multiplies in the
12:07 form of eternal slavery. What broke my
12:09 heart was seeing some of those children
12:12 calling out the name of Jesus. But it
12:14 was too late. Their voices were muffled
12:17 by demonic laughter. The angel wept with
12:19 me and said they had a chance in life.
12:21 They listened to the warnings, but they
12:23 were dismissed as hype. Now what was
12:25 once a game has become their
12:28 condemnation. I felt indescribable pain
12:30 because I understood that many parents
12:32 today are still letting their children
12:34 play with fire. Without realizing it, I
12:37 then saw a gigantic demon who looked
12:39 like a programmer from hell. His fingers
12:42 were like burning keys. And with each
12:45 touch, he created new levels of torment.
12:47 Behind him were screens where even
12:49 darker games were being designed,
12:52 prepared for future generations. The
12:55 angel told me, "The enemy never stops.
12:57 He perfects his traps, makes them more
13:00 attractive, and disguises them better.
13:03 What you saw so far is not the end. It's
13:05 just the beginning. The last thing I saw
13:07 on that block was a crowd of demons
13:09 celebrating in front of those video game
13:12 prisons. They shouted like fans in a
13:14 stadium raising chains as if they were
13:16 trophies. And I understood that just as
13:19 heaven celebrates every soul that is
13:21 saved, hell celebrates every child who
13:24 falls into its trap, they weren't just
13:26 simple players. They were eternal
13:28 trophies of the enemy. When I thought I
13:30 could no longer bear the pain of what I
13:32 was seeing, a voice from heaven told me,
13:35 "Look also at what happens on earth,
13:37 because what is sown already flourishes
13:39 here below." And suddenly the vision
13:42 changed. I saw homes full of consoles,
13:45 giant screens, and children with
13:47 headphones on, disconnected from
13:49 everything around them. Their parents,
13:51 preoccupied with their own problems,
13:53 believed it was harmless, that games
13:56 were just a distraction. Didn't they
13:58 know that in the spiritual world, every
14:00 game was connecting their children to
14:02 invisible cords that dragged them toward
14:05 the abyss? The angel showed me how some
14:07 games were directly inspired by hellish
14:10 designs, characters that promoted
14:12 witchcraft, unlimited violence,
14:15 rebellion against authority. I saw
14:17 demons blowing ideas to the creators,
14:20 inspiring plots and levels that seemed
14:22 like simple fantasy stories, but were
14:24 actually open doors to spirits of
14:27 control and pedition. They think they're
14:29 inventing, but they only reproduce what
14:32 we show them. A mocking demon who
14:34 appeared in the vision told me, and the
14:36 angel protected me with his light. I
14:38 also saw thousands of young people
14:40 trapped in virtual rooms communicating
14:43 with strangers who were not human but
14:46 entities in disguise. Dark spirits posed
14:49 as playmates. So in hatred, suicidal
14:52 thoughts, and mockery of God, many of
14:54 these children received their first
14:56 temptation through a simple online game.
14:59 The enemy had perfected his trap. He no
15:02 longer needed dark rituals in caves. Now
15:04 all it took was a click and an internet
15:06 connection. The most terrifying thing
15:08 was when the angel took me to a
15:10 spiritual stadium where the demons
15:12 displayed their victims as trophies.
15:14 Each lost child was shown as an
15:17 achievement, a victory over heaven. I
15:19 saw hellish banners that read. Another
15:21 trapped by addiction, another seduced by
15:24 violence, another sold to lust. The
15:27 demons screamed and celebrated as if it
15:29 were a championship game. It was a cruel
15:32 spectacle that tore me apart because I
15:34 realized that many young souls were used
15:36 as entertainment for the hosts of hell.
15:39 But in the midst of that darkness, a
15:41 sudden light pierced the place. The
15:43 angel raised his sword and showed me
15:45 something different. A group of children
15:47 on their knees praying in their rooms.
15:49 Some did it in secret because their
15:51 parents didn't believe, but those small
15:53 prayers were like flames that destroyed
15:56 invisible chains. I saw demons trying to
15:58 approach. But upon hearing the name of
16:01 Jesus, they retreated in terror. Heaven
16:04 told me, "As long as there is one child
16:06 who calls on my name, there is still
16:09 hope." I was shown parents who had
16:11 decided to fast and pray for their
16:13 children. In the physical world, they
16:15 seemed like ordinary families, but
16:18 spiritually they were warriors who
16:20 raised walls of fire around their homes.
16:23 Video games tried to enter, but they
16:25 couldn't penetrate those barriers of
16:28 prayer. The angel spoke to me in a firm
16:30 voice. Parents don't understand that
16:32 their authority is spiritual. If they
16:35 surrender, the enemy wins. But if they
16:37 fight, hell retreats. Then I heard a
16:40 deep roar that shook all of hell. It was
16:43 Satan himself screaming in fury because
16:45 some children were being rescued. I saw
16:47 him banging on the walls of the abyss
16:49 with flaming chains and saying, "Don't
16:52 let go. They're mine." They grew up with
16:55 my images. They repeated my phrases.
16:57 They played my games. But at the same
17:00 time, I saw angels descending like
17:02 lightning, snatching some of those
17:04 children from the demonic clutches. It
17:07 was a constant war, minute by minute,
17:09 for every young soul on earth. The angel
17:12 then showed me a golden book in the sky.
17:14 In it were the names of the children who
17:16 had been set apart to serve God. But I
17:19 saw some names flash and then go out. I
17:22 asked, "Why?" And the angel answered,
17:24 "Because their parents weren't vigilant,
17:26 because they let their hearts be stolen
17:29 by the screen. But all is not lost yet.
17:31 There is still time. There is still
17:34 redemption." I felt those words were an
17:36 urgent warning to parents today not to
17:39 let their guard down, not to surrender
17:41 their homes to the enemy disguised as
17:43 entertainment. The vision returned to
17:46 hell one last time on that block. I saw
17:48 children running desperately, looking
17:50 for a way out of the playground
17:52 equipment. Some stretched their hands
17:54 toward heaven, but instead of finding
17:57 help, they were dragged by chains that
17:59 bound them to the burning ground. Their
18:02 voices called out, "Dad, mom, where are
18:04 you?" And I realized that the
18:06 responsibility was not only theirs, but
18:09 also that of previous generations who
18:11 failed to protect them. Hell not only
18:14 punishes individual sins, it also
18:16 collects debts of negligence and
18:18 silence. The angel looked at me intently
18:21 and said, "Speak. Do not be silent."
18:24 Many parents think we exaggerate when we
18:26 talk about video games and modern music.
18:29 But today you see the spiritual reality.
18:32 The enemy uses what seems innocent to
18:34 build eternal prisons. If you don't
18:36 speak out, their blood will be on you.
18:39 But if you warn, even if they mock you,
18:41 even if they reject you, you will be
18:43 doing your duty. And that voice was like
18:46 a fire inside me. A divine order that I
18:48 understood I must obey until my last
18:51 breath. The angel took me even deeper to
18:54 a place where the prisons were much more
18:56 elaborate. There I saw direct
18:58 representations of games that children
19:01 on Earth love obsessively. It was as if
19:03 hell had taken every detail and turned
19:06 it into an instrument of torture. I saw
19:08 a battlefield reminiscent of those war
19:10 games and shooting games that seem so
19:13 realistic. Only in hell there was no
19:15 reset or escape button. The young people
19:18 fell again and again under fiery bullet
19:20 that pierced their spiritual flesh. They
19:22 got up immediately, not because they
19:24 wanted to, but because they were
19:26 condemned to repeat the scene forever.
19:28 The pain was unbearable, but it never
19:31 ended. Each fall was accompanied by
19:33 demonic laughter that shouted, "You
19:35 wanted action. Now you all have eternal
19:38 war. Up ahead, I saw an arena that
19:40 looked like a sports game, but there
19:42 were no fair rules. The players were
19:45 chained souls, forced to run after a
19:47 burning ball that burned their feet and
19:49 hands. Each goal wasn't a cause for
19:52 celebration, but for pain. The demons
19:54 played, too. And every time they won,
19:57 they tore off pieces of souls and threw
19:59 them into the fire as trophies. I
20:01 understood that even seemingly harmless
20:03 games could be used as tools of
20:06 distraction and spiritual bondage. In
20:09 another space, I saw scenarios of magic
20:11 and fantasy. It was like a dark castle
20:13 where children were forced to cast
20:15 spells with words that burned on their
20:18 tongues. Their voices were scorched with
20:20 each incantation, and each spell uttered
20:22 strengthened the chains of their own
20:24 executioners. I shuddered because I
20:26 realized that many games that seem
20:28 innocent today actually teach children
20:30 to utter curse words without being
20:32 noticed. I saw demons dressed as
20:35 magicians inciting them, "Keep playing.
20:38 Repeat the phrases, so you belong to us
20:40 forever." I also witnessed a scene where
20:42 construction games appeared. Children
20:45 tried to build cities, but each block
20:47 they placed turned into burning stone
20:49 that buried them deeper and deeper. They
20:52 worked tirelessly building their own
20:54 prisons while demons laughed from on
20:57 high, saying that it was your choice to
20:59 build without God. Now your walls are
21:01 your eternal tomb. What seemed like
21:04 creativity on earth became slavery in
21:06 hell because it was not in service to
21:09 the creator but to the enemy. I saw an
21:12 even more horrifying area where lust was
21:15 the protagonist. There scenes from games
21:17 contaminated with perverse imagery were
21:19 played out and souls were forced to
21:21 watch without being able to close their
21:23 eyes. Their cries of despair were
21:25 muffled by demons repeating mocking
21:28 phrases. You asked for it. You played
21:31 it. Now it's your turn to suffer it. The
21:33 bodies of those souls burned like human
21:36 torches and the shame was as painful as
21:38 fire. The angel wept with me and said,
21:41 "The enemy knows that lust is one of his
21:44 most effective weapons against youth.
21:46 That's why he disguises it as
21:48 entertainment to make it seem harmless.
21:50 But what you see here is its true
21:53 fruit." In the midst of those scenes, a
21:55 gigantic demon appeared before me. His
21:57 skin seemed made of incandescent
22:00 circuitry, and his eyes were two screens
22:02 showing scenes of children playing in
22:04 the dirt. Each child represented was an
22:07 open file, a game in progress, the demon
22:10 said in a mocking voice. They think
22:12 they're playing freely, but every click,
22:15 every word, every connection binds them
22:17 to me. I am the true programmer. They
22:20 don't need to sign a blood pact. All
22:22 they need to do is surrender their time,
22:25 their mind, their innocence. His words
22:26 chilled me to the bone because I
22:28 understood that what he was saying was a
22:31 spiritual strategy in motion today. The
22:33 angel raised his sword and with a flash
22:35 forced the demon back. But before
22:38 disappearing, the monster shouted, "We
22:40 see each other in every game room. We
22:43 see each other on every console. We see
22:46 each other in every child who no longer
22:48 praise because they prefer my screens.
22:50 They are mine." that roar echoed like an
22:53 earthquake and I realized that the enemy
22:55 does not hide his plans because he knows
22:57 that most people do not believe these
23:00 warnings. The angel then showed me a
23:02 near future. I saw children completely
23:05 disconnected from reality, living only
23:08 in virtual worlds. I saw parents who no
23:09 longer knew how to communicate with
23:11 their children because they were trapped
23:14 in headphones and screens, unaware of
23:16 the voice from their own homes. And most
23:19 terrible of all, I saw demons assigned
23:21 to each game as spiritual guardians,
23:23 collecting the souls of those who die
23:26 trapped in unrepentant addictions. The
23:29 angel whispered to me in pain, "Hell has
23:31 no need of stone temples. Its temple is
23:34 now screens, and millions kneel before
23:37 them without realizing it." The angel
23:39 led me to an even dark raby, and then
23:42 the atmosphere changed. A heavy silence
23:44 covered everything, interrupted only by
23:46 the whales of thousands of children
23:48 trapped in their gaming prisons.
23:51 Suddenly, a roar shook the depths, and
23:53 the chains hanging on the walls clanged
23:55 like burning iron bells. The air grew
23:58 thicker, almost impossible to breathe,
24:00 and I realized that someone far more
24:02 powerful was about to manifest. Shadows
24:05 began to spiral together, forming a
24:08 black throne raised on columns of liquid
24:10 fire. From the throne emerged the figure
24:13 everyone feared, Satan himself, the
24:15 adversary, the father of lies. His
24:17 presence was so oppressive that my knees
24:20 trembled. And even though the angel held
24:22 me, I felt my soul was about to
24:24 disintegrate under his gaze. His eyes
24:27 glowed like burning coals, and his voice
24:29 boomed like thunder. Did you think the
24:32 video games were yours? No, they are
24:34 mine because I inspired them. I
24:36 perfected them. I swed them in every
24:39 generation with a wave of his claw.
24:41 Satan made giant screens appear around
24:43 his throne, projected on them were
24:45 scenes of the earth. Children in their
24:48 rooms, teenagers playing online games,
24:51 entire families entertained in front of
24:53 screens while the word of God remained
24:55 locked in a corner. Look, he said
24:58 mockingly, thousands spend hours here,
25:01 and not one minute with me is enough to
25:03 mark their souls. Every game is an
25:05 altar. Every connection is a prayer to
25:08 my kingdom. Even if they don't know it,
25:10 and when they die, they no longer belong
25:12 to me halfway. They belong to me
25:14 completely. The most horrifying thing
25:17 was when Satan held up a book made of
25:19 fire. It wasn't the book of life. It was
25:21 a crude imitation. In it were written
25:23 the names of children and young people
25:25 accompanied by symbols of the games they
25:27 had played the most. Each symbol was
25:30 like a chain sealed with their name. He
25:32 pointed with a crooked finger and
25:34 exclaimed, "These are my champions.
25:37 Those who never knew prayer, but knew
25:39 every shortcut, every trick, every false
25:42 victory. They served me better than many
25:44 preachers. Their laughter shook the
25:46 entire abyss, and each echo was a dart
25:49 that tore at my spirit. I saw demons
25:52 disguised as popular characters growling
25:54 at their feet." Video games. Their
25:56 grotesque forms were recognizable.
25:59 Heroes transformed into executioners.
26:02 Villains turned into eternal jailers.
26:04 They presented Satan with the souls they
26:06 had managed to capture. And he crowned
26:08 them with crowns of fire that brought
26:10 not glory but shame. These are my
26:13 digital kings, he shouted in a mocking
26:16 voice, kings without a throne, champions
26:18 without a heavenly crown, warriors of a
26:21 kingdom that never existed. The angel
26:23 who was with me raised his voice and
26:26 said, "He lies as he has always lied. No
26:28 earthly victory is eternal, and the
26:30 blood of the lamb can break those chains
26:32 if there is still life. But Satan
26:34 interrupted him with a roar that shook
26:37 the bowels of hell. But in the meantime,
26:40 they are mine, and every day I reap more
26:42 and more because the parents sleep
26:44 because the churches are silent because
26:46 the preachers prefer to entertain rather
26:49 than warn. That phrase pierced my soul
26:51 because it was the pure Ruth. The
26:53 negligence of men was fueling the feasts
26:56 of hell. I saw Satan point to the earth
26:59 and say, "They call me hype. They call
27:02 me myth. They call me mere distraction,
27:04 but I keep stealing their children,
27:07 their homes, their generations, and no
27:09 one does anything. I entertain them
27:11 until they forget God. And when they
27:13 want to seek him, it's too late." His
27:16 laughter echoed like a chorus of 1,000
27:19 thunderstorms. It was a direct mockery,
27:21 a challenge against heaven. And I
27:22 understood that this war wasn't
27:25 symbolic. It was real and daily. The
27:28 angel with tears in his eyes said to me,
27:31 "Now you see why it's urgent to speak.
27:34 The enemy doesn't rest. He never stops
27:36 plotting. Every new console, every
27:38 seemingly innocent game can become a
27:41 trap. If families don't rise up in
27:43 prayer, hell will continue to ravage
27:46 without resistance." At that moment, I
27:49 felt a holy fire igniting within me. An
27:51 urgency to warn the world. It wasn't
27:53 about prohibiting for the sake of
27:55 prohibiting, but rather about opening
27:58 spiritual eyes to a reality that few
28:00 want to see. Before disappearing, Satan
28:03 raised his fiery throne and shouted,
28:06 "The next championship is mine. The next
28:08 generation is mine, and it will only get
28:11 easier. Because while heaven speaks of
28:13 eternity, I offer them the immediate,
28:16 the fast, the exciting, and they prefer
28:18 me." That statement was seared into my
28:20 mind like a hot iron. I understood that
28:24 he not only steals souls, he also steals
28:26 time, steals attention, steals the
28:28 innocence of millions who could be
28:30 searching for God. While Satan's words
28:32 were still ringing like hammers in my
28:35 mind, a flash of light pierced the
28:37 depths. The light didn't come from
28:40 torches or blazing fires. It was a pure,
28:42 unwavering clarity that no shadow could
28:45 extinguish. Satan retreated furiously,
28:48 growling like a wounded animal. The
28:50 angel took me by the arm and said, "Now
28:53 you will see that heaven is not silent,
28:55 that even in the midst of deception,
28:58 there is a divine answer." Then I saw an
29:00 army of angels descending like flashes
29:03 of lightning. Each one carried swords
29:05 that seemed to be made of liquid light.
29:07 They began to cut the invisible chains
29:10 that bound some children trapped in the
29:12 infernal games. Each blow released a
29:15 soul that ascended like a spark upward.
29:17 Satan roared, "They are not yours, they
29:20 are mine." But the voice from heaven
29:22 sounded like a trumpet, saying, "The
29:24 blood of the lamb still has power, and
29:27 as long as there is someone who prays, I
29:29 will listen." It was then that I saw
29:31 scenes on earth. I saw mothers kneeling
29:33 by their children's beds, weeping and
29:36 crying out, "Lord, break my child's
29:39 chains. Save him. Free him from the
29:41 screens. Restore his innocence." Each
29:44 tear fell like fire upon the chains in
29:46 the spirit world, weakening them until
29:49 they broke. There were parents who laid
29:51 hands on the consoles and commanded in
29:53 the name of Jesus that every unclean
29:55 spirit be cast out of their homes. And
29:58 in hell, demons came out screaming in
30:01 fury because they had lost ground. The
30:03 angel showed me a detail. It was
30:06 shocking. Not many parents prayed, but
30:07 the few who did work were causing
30:09 spiritual earthquakes that shattered
30:12 entire fortresses. The voice from heaven
30:14 told me, "I don't need distracted
30:17 crowds. I need a few faithful people who
30:19 dare to believe. With them, I will open
30:21 paths where there seem to be none and
30:23 rescue those who can still be reached."
30:25 In another vision, I saw young people
30:27 who had been addicted to gambling for
30:30 years, but suddenly had dreams where the
30:32 figure of Jesus appeared, calling them
30:35 by name. Some woke up crying, feeling
30:36 such a heavy weight that they ran to
30:39 find a Bible, even though they had never
30:41 opened one before. It was as if heaven
30:44 itself infiltrated their nights to sew
30:46 seeds of redemption. The angel said,
30:49 "The Lord continues to speak in visions
30:51 and dreams, especially to this
30:53 generation that doesn't listen to
30:55 sermons, but can still hear in the
30:57 intimacy of the early morning." I also
30:59 saw churches that had understood the
31:02 danger. Pastors stood up not with empty
31:04 messages of condemnation, but with
31:06 spiritual authority. They preached about
31:09 modern idolatry, about the hidden risks
31:11 in digital culture. And while some
31:14 sneered and left, others broke their
31:16 chains at the altar. I saw young people
31:18 leaving their games in front of the pull
31:20 pit, weeping and committing their lives
31:23 to Christ. The angels celebrated because
31:25 each renunciation was a victory over
31:28 hell. But I also saw the other side.
31:30 Silent churches, leaders who preferred
31:33 to please the crowd rather than confront
31:36 sin. Some said, "It's just games. Let's
31:38 not overreact." While in the spiritual
31:40 world, their congregations were being
31:43 dragged into the abyss. The angel looked
31:46 at me sadly and said, "Silence will also
31:48 be judged." Failing to warn when the
31:51 danger is clear is complicity with the
31:53 enemy. That phrase was like fire in my
31:55 bones. because I understood that a
31:57 mission is one of the favorite weapons
31:59 of silencing what should be shouted from
32:02 the pull pits. Then I saw heaven opened
32:04 like a curtain. A voice resounded with
32:07 majesty, saying, "I'm the alpha and the
32:10 omega. Satan boasts of generations, but
32:12 he does not have the last word. I will
32:14 still raise up prophets among children.
32:16 I will still put my spirit in
32:18 adolescence whom the enemy believed to
32:20 be his, and they will be trumpets that
32:23 will announce my glory." In that moment,
32:25 I saw small groups of young people
32:28 gathered in parks and homes, without
32:30 expensive instruments or lights, only
32:32 with Bibles in their hands. They
32:34 preached with a fire that set hearts
32:37 ablaze, and each word was like an arrow
32:39 of light that pierced the darkness. The
32:41 angel showed me that some of these young
32:44 people had been obsessive gamers, even
32:46 on the verge of losing their lives to
32:48 digital addictions. But Christ had
32:50 rescued them. And now they were using
32:52 their story as a testimony to warn
32:55 others. I saw a young man saying, "I was
32:58 a slave to screens, but Jesus set me
33:00 free. What he used to destroy me, I now
33:03 used to glorify the Lord." That
33:05 statement shook the bowels of hell
33:07 because it was living proof that God's
33:10 power is always greater. Satan from his
33:12 throne screamed furiously as he saw
33:15 those scenes. He held fire. He threw
33:17 chains, but none reached those who were
33:19 covered by prayer and the blood of the
33:21 lamb. His roar was one of defeat
33:23 disguised as rage because he knew that
33:25 for every soul lost, another could be
33:27 rescued. And I understood that the war
33:30 was constant, that nothing was yet
33:32 decided. Because as long as there is
33:33 breath, there is opportunity for redemption.
33:35 redemption.
33:38 The angel told me in a deep voice, "You
33:40 have not yet seen the worst. Because the
33:42 enemy is not content with trapping
33:44 children in games. He is preparing
33:47 something much bigger. A plan to enslave
33:49 entire generations through a single
33:52 system." Suddenly, the vision changed,
33:55 and I saw myself in a gigantic room made
33:57 of iron and fire, as if it were the
33:59 command center of hell. There I saw
34:02 demons working like dark engineers in
34:05 front of incandescent screens. Each one
34:07 seemed to program codes that were sent
34:09 directly to Earth in the form of new
