This is a really rough beginning, and it gives a peek at what is to come in the story. I know this chapter is short, but I promise I will update on this story as soon as possible if I get enough requests.

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After checking the locks several times, the old lonely church Pastor made his way back inside. Even in the dead of night, he took his job in securing the church very seriously. He was proud of the distinguished glass paintings on its many high windows. However, his favorite artifact happened to be the statue of the blessed Virgin carrying the infant Christ in her arms. He took pride in the statue, mainly because he was the one who had bought it for the church quite a while ago.

Once the Pastor was entirely sure of the locks security, he opened the back door to the church and slipped through it quietly. A sudden surge in wanting to see his beloved statue had stricken him. He smiled reminiscently at the pews and candles as he passed it by slowly; it is such a shame that this beautiful church will be torn down in a week.

Sighing to himself, he went over to the section where the statue was located, which happened to be in between two large glass paintings: the Blessed Virgin and Christ on the crucifix. He walked directly over to the statue, not even bothering to check if anyone else was in here. The lonely Pastor's footsteps echoed along with his movements throughout the empty church. He then abruptly came to a stop, smiling vaguely at the figure before him.

In plain marble stone, was the statue of a woman carrying her child. From outside the glass windows, the moonlight shined into the church beautifully and reflected off of the marble figure, making it seem positively haunting. The Pastor felt his heart swell with sadness as he remembered it would be one of the last times he would ever see such a marvel in this church. Wanting to get a better look, he pulled his candle closer to the statue, but suddenly gasped as the sight of another, human sized, marble statue met his gaze.

The Pastor blinked his eyes twice and realized that this life sized statue was actually a young man. He stepped away from the youth with his eyebrows raised up in fear. The young man had his back to the Pastor, and from this, he noticed that he was rather tall and fully clothed in a black suit; his vivid bronze hair was combed neatly to a side, his skin matched the pale color of the very statue he was scrutinizing.

"Young man," the Pastor said quietly, "how did you get in here?"

The youth did not answer his question. Instead, he kept his eyes glued on the statue before him.

"There are locks all over this place, again I must ask, how did you—"

"It's quite a phenomenon isn't it?" the youth's voice rang in a velvety tone. "A child can always love their mother, but with the father, would it be the same?"

The Pastor was completely surprised by this young man's question. It was a very strange one indeed.

"I do not understand," he said.

"Of course you wouldn't," the young man replied. "It was more of a question to myself. I was merely wondering if a child could ever love their father..even if he was… Well that doesn't matter much now does it? It's not like it will ever grow up to know me… I am sorry for the inconvenience I have caused you; you accidentally left your back door open and I thought it appropriate to have a sort of midnight prayer."

Now, the Pastor was very angry. He knew for a fact that he had locked the back door after he had entered through it. There was no way this youth could have gone through the door without his knowing, unless of course he had some super human speed, which was preposterous.

"Listen here m'boy," he said, "I don't tolerate people who sneak into this lovely church. Also, I would prefer that you don't speak to me with your back turned."

Slowly, the young man turned to face the Pastor. Instantly, he gasped and nearly dropped the candle which he held onto the floor. The source of his fright was the youth's blazing crimson eyes, and from the reflection of the candlelight, they almost looked as if they were on fire…

Immediately, the Pastor began to cross himself. The youth chuckled from his silly movements.

"I am not thirsty," he simply said. "And don't try to lie to me, I know that you have no wife .."

But as the last word escaped the young man's lips, he froze, seemingly from the affect of him saying the word 'wife'. A look of extreme sadness flickered through his pale porcelain face. However, the Pastor did not notice any of this; he was more concerned with the fact that this man knew what he thought before he even spoke the words.

"Leave," he managed to choke out.

The young man frowned and then shook his head. "I shall no longer plague you, but my dear friend; there are some raunchy teenagers that are going to try to come through the back door. I suggest that you check to see if it is locked; I wouldn't want the charity money to go to waste."

The Pastor opened his mouth to say something, but once more, the youth already knew what he was going to say.

"I am not a demon," he whispered. "But I must say you are only a margin away from guessing what I am. On that note, I must bid you goodbye."

Once more, the Pastor blinked in confusion, and saw to his surprise that the young man had left. He quickly ignored the curiosity running through his body and ran towards the back door. Even though the demon was obviously untrustworthy, he did not want the charity money to go to waste either.

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