A/N This is the prologue to an AU Demon fic that I am going to be writing. It is Elizabeth's side of the story leading up to the birth of her son. If you want me to continue on to the main story, or if you have any comments, please leave a review.

If years ago, you had asked Elizabeth what she wouldn't have done for her career, her answer would have been a simple "nothing". However, nine months and one very bad decision later, her answer could not have been more different. You see, Elizabeth aspired to become a Broadway star, she was trekking an ambitious path to stardom. She had an amazing voice, a wonderful personality, and beauty beyond compare. Ever since her graduation from the prestigious NYADA, she had been on the fast track to fame. That is, until she fell in love with a man she met on a trip to visit her parents in Ohio. It was a short lived romance, lasting only as long as the summer in which they met, but it left Elizabeth pregnant with a child she could not support.

A baby was not on her list of aspirations and goals, it was nothing more than a roadblock on the path to success. Elizabeth knew she had to do something about her "problem", and she had to do it fast. However, she could not find it within herself to have an abortion, she always had a foreboding feeling about it. Something always stopped her from making that appointment. In the end she decided to bide her time, to keep her pregnancy a secret from her family, her former lover, and most of all, her manager.

That was easier said than done, however. After all, it was rather hard for her to practice when she couldn't hold down her already small meals. If that wasn't suspicion enough, she was beginning to have trouble fitting into her costumes, most of which were tight little sequined numbers that left nothing to the imagination. It wasn't long until her manager found out about her little secret. There was no way he was going to support her decision, the media would paint a target on both of their backs. In the end, he gave her an ultimatum, either get rid of her unborn child, or say goodbye to her career.

Elizabeth knew that the decision was already made for her. There was no way she could give up her child, she would have to give up her dream instead. She quit her job at the theater, swapping out for a minimum wage position as a singer in a cafe. The pay barely paid her bills, and it left no surplus to prepare for the arrival of her child. Several months into her pregnancy, the stress of her job and her lost hopes caused her to become depressed. At first she could bear it, she could put on a fake smile to make it through the day, lying to herself that everything would be okay. Sometimes there were days when she didn't know why she even bothered, and she had to remind herself that she had another life depending on her, just to get the strength to try. She knew that if she focused on the positive, she could make it through.

She couldn't have been more wrong. Positivity didn't pay the medical bills that were slowly stacking up, and it didn't pay the rent that was two weeks past due. As her debt piled up, Elizabeth plunged more and more into depression. Not even the thought of her baby could motivate her any more. Several missed work shifts later, she was fired from her job at the cafe. At seven months pregnant and with no income, Elizabeth was becoming desperate. She thought about telling her parents of her situation, but she didn't want to be a disappointment to them. They had high hopes for their little girl, and an unplanned pregnancy was not one of them. She couldn't tell Burt, the father of the child, she had left him behind with the intention of never contacting him again. It was a bridge she burned when she left Ohio, something she never thought she would regret.

Elizabeth barely managed to pull herself together in time to save herself and her baby. She took her grandmother's old ring to the pawn shop and took out a loan in order to pay her rent. It bought her enough time to convince her manager at the cafe to give her another chance, to which he reluctantly agreed. In the following weeks, her life took a turn for the better. She was beginning to catch up on her bills, and more often than not, she woke up in the mornings feeling refreshed instead of exhausted.

However, it seemed that fate had other plans for her. She was weeks away from her due date, when she was hit by a drunk driver on her way home from her night shift at the cafe. She was rushed to the hospital in critical condition, with little hope for herself or her baby. As soon as she arrived, Elizabeth was taken into the OR, where she was going to undergo an emergency C-section. She was slipping in and out of consciousness, all she could understand were muffled voices, and a woman shouting. In her delusions, she didn't understand that it was her calling out, praying for the life of her child.

Elizabeth could barely understand what was happening, she could faintly see the surgeon lifting something into the air. It was still, and covered in blood, her blood. It took her a moment to realize that it was her baby, not moving, not breathing. She began to panic and hyperventilate. She prayed that he would be okay, but there was nothing they could do to save her baby, he was gone. She was beginning to slip back into unconsciousness because of her loss of blood, when she heard a deep voice calling her name. She looked to the side of the bed and saw a man, about middle aged, with dark eyes, giving off a dark aura. He looked down at her with his dark eyes, and for a moment, time stood still.

He told her that her boy was not gone, that he could bring him back. She would get to have her baby, and he would restore her to her former glory. For a price. The man told her that his name was Lucifer, and that all he wanted for payment was a pure, untainted soul. Elizabeth weighed her options quickly, after being reminded that the man didn't have all night. After a moments pause, she agreed. The man gave her a wicked smile, and told her that her baby would live. He said, when they cut the umbilical cord, the boy would be signing his name in blood, and his soul would be his for the taking.

When Elizabeth agreed to the man's terms, she thought that her soul was the one he wanted. She hadn't completely thought it through when the man said that he wanted a pure soul. Before she could protest, though, the man was gone and time began to flow once again. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a baby crying, her baby. He was handed to her wrapped in a blue blanket, looking up at her with a mirror of her very own blue eyes. For a moment, she forgot the circumstances in which he was alive, and smiled down at him.

"Kurt."