Authors note: No, the other stories are not going to be left in limbo. Unfortunately, a series of malfunctions that proved the thesis that there is an evil deity, caused a loss of computer storage…which has lost several recent chapters. Writing a chapter once is fun. Trying to remember what it was you did when the fires of inspiration were burning and repeating the feat is as fun as eating hot coals with a chaser of burning white phosphorous. That being said, they will be done!

Kim Possible: Thy Kingdom Come

Kim has faced many challenges before. This one will be the greatest. If she fails, it may cost everything, not just to her, but mankind and mankind's destiny.

If she succeeds, it may only cost her family, her life, her lover Ron…and maybe, just maybe…her soul.

Warning: This story is dark. The M rating on it is well deserved. Be warned. For those who have read my other stories, take some thought from the fact that this is the first M story I've done. Also note—some have pointed out that many of my stories have Kim needing to be rescued. In this one, she does the rescuing, along with Ron.

"Let the teeth come, as they tear me/ They tear your ancient hate for aye/ So rage, proud Power, fail again/ And see my blood, teach Death to die!" -- Deep Wizardry, Diane Duane

Prologue:

It was happy. It had been willful, and disobedient at first. It had made foolish demands of God, that Its former life be returned to It, that It be allowed to go to places God did not wish to send It.

And It had been punished, by the darkness, and the pain. But that was alright. God loved It. The torture was to show It the evil of Its ways. The servicing of others with Its body to show It that It was God's. His will determined what happened to It. His toture was proof of His love even for one as stupid and useless as It.

There was a time when It had had another name. In fact, that name had… a whimper shook Its body, remembered agony and the shame that even now, It was willful and disobedient. It needed no name. It would be good and faithful. It had worked hard to repair the damage to Its body, the loss of muscle tone necessitated by the time in the darkness by Its willful disobedience.

"Are you ready?" the Voice said. The Voice of God. It fell to Its knees before Him. The cool air on Its skin, the feel of the concrete under Its feet, all faded to nothingness before the glory and the power of God. The God that loved It, even though It was unworthy and contemptible. Only God could love something as It, and It wept at the sheer wonder of that love, to something like It. It would not fail.

"Yes…" It said. The voice rough, unused. It had spoken out of turn so many times and had been punished, and when It had been punished, It had disobediently screamed again and again. Now, It remained silent, accepting the punishment that was Its lot in life.

"And you know what to do?"

"Yes." It said. It didn't look upon God.

"Very good. And what is your name?"

"It has no name." The sound of a slap echoed through the chamber, and It wept, not from the pain, which was insignificant, but from the fact, that once again, It had stupidly failed God.

"It better damned well have a name!" God screamed, "What is It to others? What pretend Name does It use?" It thought. The pain started again, but It fought through it for God. It had screamed the name, but It was forbidden that name. It was a thing….but God commanded It, and the name really was just a pretend name, that others might call It. It would never think of Itself by that name…or any other. Its face smoothed, one hand brushing back the red hair, and joy burst forth on Its face.

"Dr. Ann Possible." It said. "Others once called It Ann Possible." Occupied with that thought, and the joy that It had served God, It let its eyes roam over part of the wall, where there were posters offering a reward, police reports, and a news story mentioning that Dr. Ann Possible had been missing for a full month.

Stupid. Ann Possible didn't exist any more, It thought, and a light giggle escaped Its lips. Then It dared to look up and see His face as God told His servant what It would do, and It rejoiced that work could be found for such as It.

End prologue.