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I am going to need some help with this story. You see, I'm Atheist but this story has religion in it and I was wondering if I could get some help from someone (maybe Catholic please) so it can be correct. Thank-you.
Prologue.
Artemis and Butler walked down the halls in the hospital. Butler could see the conflicting emotions playing across Artemis' face. That was unlike him, he always held his emotions. The sound of his polished shoes clicking on the tiles was the only haven from the silence pressing around them. It wasn't busy at three in the morning.
As they stepped into the room, his conflicting emotions faded…into a proud smile. Minerva was sitting with a bundle in her arms. He rushed over to see her and the child. His smile slid off his face slowly.
"Where's the other one?" He asked, his voice barely audible. Minerva looked away from him, down at the child, and tears ran from her cheeks.
"They're trying to save him, but they don't know if they can." She whispered. Artemis stared at Butler in disbelief. One of his sons were dieing.
