Chapter 1

I was sitting near the Vatican, hoping for my master, my teacher, that maybe some day, he would feel well again, and the evil would let go of its illness upon him. I sighed, wrapped my fingers around my crucifix and tried to get my thoughts straight, but my mind kept returning to the demon inside my teacher. I looked at the people walking up and down the street, minding their own business, busy and relaxed, I opserved them all. My eyes stopped as I saw a man, good looking, black hair, black suit and black shoes, he looked like one, who had the money to buy anything in the world, he looked like he was searching for something, but his eyes kept gazing back to one think, me. He turned around to face me, I gasped without my own permission, I stood up as if I was to leave, but here it happend, a thing I never thought would happen, a thing I actually never have ever thought of. The dark dressed man kneeled before me, gently took my hand, looked up into my blue eyes, people was staring at us, some even stopped to watch what on Earth was happening, suddenly, the man started to speak with a surperior smile painted on his lips, "forgive me, father, for I have sinned" the man said and looked my right in my eyes, I placed my hand on his head, on his perfect black hair, closed my eyes, "and God forgives you, child" I said well knowing that this was a full grown man, not a child, and he was twice as big and probably twice as old as me. I removed my hand and sighed of relief, but as I thought the man would wander off he stood up, leaned forward, forcing me to lean backwards, pressing my back on the great wall of the Vatican, "listen, I know that your teacher is ill, and I know it is a demons fault" he looked me in the eye again, "I can help for a small price" he smirked, I looked at him, felt his body got closer, his warm body, it was all over me now, I could feel it all, his sins, his arousing sins, I closed my eyes pushed him away and ran off to the entrance of the Vatican. Some of the newest students looked at me as I ran off up the stairs through the giftshop, which I hated more than anything, why should a catholic place, a holy place, builded by God's men, have a giftshop? It is one of the seven deadly sins to be greedy, and this giftshop showed nothing more than greediness. I rushed through a small door, a hidden door in the wall, through a short hall and into a small room, almost like a livingroom; it contained three chairs, a coffee table, a carpet on the floor, a large window, and two doors, the one I came through, another in the other end of the room. I sat down in the chair, the royal blue chair with golden traces, I sighed in relief. Why did I even run? Oh yeah, the dark dressed man outside scared me, leaning onto a priest like that, it was wrong, or.. Maybe he tried to whisper his sins to me.. Oh my God.. I might have ruined his chance to get relief of those sins!

Though I should do something about it, run outside, find him maybe, I fell asleep instead, a deep sleep. In my dreams I felt something strange, something that should not be there, in the room with me. I opened my eyes, turned my head like a crazy, but there was nothing strange about the room, I sighed and laughed silly to myself, "you are getting crazy, you silly goose" I said to myself, "not at all, you felt something, and you were right" a voice said, I jumped up from the chair, turned around and looked at the same man from earlier standing behind the chair, smiling. I grabbed my crucifix, without knowing why, "how did you get in here?!" I trembled a little, this man poured out an aura, a dark yet flaming aura, just like.. Real fire?

The man moved around the chair, sat down, crossed his legs a little more dramaticly than he should, he placed his folded hands on his upper knee, "tell me, boy, have you ever sinned?" he asked with a deep voice, I looked at him like a cow looks at a UFO landing next to it. I kept my fingers wrapped around my crucifix. The man stood up bowed deeply and smiled surperior, "I am known by a lot of names, but the name most people know is The Balrok*, but you, my dear boy, may call me Bal" he said, I looked oddly at him, reaching for the door behind me, praying to God, that this strange man did not see my actions, as I grabbed the door knot, I twisted it, but it was locked, and I started to panic, not because I thought he had locked it, but because this door did not even have a lock. I ran to the other door, but as I grabbed the door knot, the man's hands grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from the door, he held onto me and I could feel his warm breath near my left ear, whispering; "feel the heat", and as those words came out of his mouth, I felt his heat, but this warm feeling was not normal at all, it was extremely hot, like boiling water, I tried to get away as the heat toned down and a feeling of something I have never felt before came over me as a wave of new, unexperienced feelings of another world, a dark and corrupted world. I have sinned.

*Not Balrog like in Lord Of The Rings.