A/N: I wrote this a while back but sometime this year, and I must admit it is really good. This is my favorite story I have written to date. I know some of my other stories were crap, probably cause I only wrote them when I had too many ideas buzzing around in my head and I had to let them out, but this one actually has a plot and is pretty awesome.

CHAPTER 1 PART 1

THE CHURCH OF SATAN

I walked around in the forest like I normally did when I was bored or angry. I don't usually get angry so this was of boredom.

The forest was a wonderful place that excited you and cast all bad thoughts out of your head. The sun poked through the canopy in random places with birds chattering and playing aerial tag with each other. It was a great place.

Not many others wandered these forests because most had heard stories of the old church in the middle of it. Some said it was haunted and others swore that the devil guards it to make sure at least one holy place was turned into the devils playground.

I on the other hand loved the place! The old ruined church towered above the lush green forest and was an ideal place to explore.

I never had actually gone inside yet, I still hadn't seen everything around it and there was wreckage and relics around it. It was like a playground for me; I loved ancient relics and ruined buildings. This one was no exception.

Today I walked around to where I had finished last time, at a stone block that was cracked jaggedly down the middle.

After a while of walking and searching I saw something gold glitter on the ground, I ran over to it and knelt down before it. It was a necklace with a golden chain. There was a black ebony crow with its wings outstretched attached to the chain that had two ruby eyes. It looked expensive and old, but it couldn't have been a priest's, they only ever had plain jewelry or a cross.

It was a fascinating relic for sure. So I slipped it over my head onto my neck and set off looking for more things. But I didn't get far before I felt drops on my head. That was another thing I loved, rain. But I didn't want to get soaked because I wouldn't be aloud over my doorstep until I had completely dried off.

So I rushed off into the big, old, arched doors of the church that somehow were completely intact, in fact the only thing that wasn't intact was the rooms and small buildings that surrounded the church near the collapsed walls that were at the edge of the clearing in the forest. The actual church that had many corridors and a great spire that people called the Tower of Satan because of the fact that crows and black birds swooped in and around it almost everyday was completely intact.

The Tower of Satan was one place I wanted to explore because it was a creepy looking place and it seemed really interesting.

When I got to the doors I found that they were closed, I had expected this. I pushed the doors as hard as I could and slowly the doors creaked open.

Inside was a long, wide hall with raised platform upon which was an altar at the front. There were chairs but they were broken, gone or pushed up against the walls in strange ways, one was leaning against a wall with another leaning against the side of it.

I walked along the room until I found two doors leading left and right up near the altar.

I chose the right since it had stairs leading up, which is where I wanted to go.

Up the stairs was a room with the outside wall missing. But this looked purposeful because it looked to have no damage except for degeneration from time.

This room had no furniture and no real interesting details except that the wall was missing and that it did not allow rain to get in for it had a small patio roof sort of thing outside, but it seemed that the balcony had long since fallen away.

I kept walking and found another doorway, but this had an intact door that was closed.

When I opened it and was about to step in I fell backwards in fright. There was no floor in this room! It was a big room with all its walls. When I got up I took a step forward to see where it led. On the other side was a door that led up stairs again but in that room was barrels of what I guessed was food or water, maybe that was the store room and they kept their wine and bread in there, or just normal food. I had heard that this church was used as a safe haven in war and that after it was abandoned Satanists came here for ceremonies.

I wanted to get over to the other side but it was a long drop down and a nasty landing in the hall I had been in before. Then I noticed that there was a small but stable path of stone floor around the room that had broken parts but still would be able to be crossed.

I started off but stopped abruptly when the stone under my feet showered dust down below. I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed it was only the dust that had built up there over the hundreds of years not the stone crumbling.

I continued to edge my way around but when I came to the corner I was in trouble.

It was a leap away to the next part and I was on a particularly thin piece. I decided to jump rather than turn back because either way I am most likely going to fall.

I jumped towards that next part just as the place I was standing on crumbled and fell. I landed perfectly and hardly stumbled. So I continued around the room.

When I got to the door I was relieved, but when I rounded the corner I felt a shove to my chest and I fell backwards into the vast hole five metres up with only a concrete floor under me as a landing place.