Title: Resurrection

Author: Olivia Adams Smith

Movie: The Final Conflict

Rating: PG-13

Character(s): Damien Thorn, Kate Reynolds, Paul Buher, Father DeCarlo, Peter Reynolds, Tara Moffet, Sally Moffet

Genre: Angst, supernatural, horror, spiritual

Summary: Kate destroyed the Antichrist…she was wrong. This is a continuation of Lilyalex's story, "Damien Thorn is Alive" AU.

Disclaimer: Don't own any characters in The Omen Trilogy, but the OCs are mine.

Author's note: I know this is short but I've been very busy and I promise to write more soon. Lilyalex, thank you for inspiring me to write this! Let me know what you think. Reviews are always appreciated.

Chapter one: The Return

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The car screeched and swerved around several other vehicles. Kate's sweaty pale hands gripped the steering wheel while her foot stomped on the brakes that were useless. She honked repeatedly, warning the cars ahead to move out of the way. Each time it seemed she would collide with a car Kate screamed and felt like she could not take another breath. What made matters worse, torrential rain pummeled onto the London streets. The windshield wipers smudged away some of the rain; even they were useless during storms like this one. Suddenly, her car skid and spun.

Red light.

There was nothing she could do, spinning past the red light; her eyes wide at the sight of an oncoming vehicle in the intersection. They collided and both cars were swallowed into monstrous flames. Kate cried, feeling the immense heat as she kicked the window.

Escape.

She had to try but the heat was unbearable. The smoke, smothering and her lungs begged for air. Flames rolled across the passenger seat and onto her clothes.

"Help me!!"

Kate screamed and bolted upright from the pillow. Her face…damp with hot sweat as she sat in moonlight seeping through the window. Gasping, she reached across the table and switched on the lamp light. With the back of her hand, Kate wiped beads of sweat off her forehead. Realizing there had been air to breathe, she took it in deeply and slowly let it out until she was calmer.

Only a dream.

Trembling, Kate wished the nightmares would end. Ever since her twin sister had died in a car accident, she often had dreams it had been herself inside the burning car. She reached across the table again for a picture. She picked up the black frame and stared through a blur of tears at the portrait she had taken with her sister. It wasn't only her sister's death that perturbed Kate. She had nightmares of Damien. He wasn't dead, haunting her everywhere she'd go. The dreams were so real, as if he was still alive.

"He's dead," she said to herself. "I killed him with the dagger. They're only dreams. He's dead!"

Kate had no regrets of killing him, although she wanted desperately to forget when Father DeCarlo attempted to kill Damien but failed. And when she recalled how he used her, raped her, she didn't hesitate to pick up the dagger.

"He's dead."

Kate wondered why she felt uneasy about his death. Perhaps it was the disappearance of his body that been discussed repeatedly on the news. Something else weighed heavily on her mind…mornings when she'd wake up ill and could barely hold down any food. Then there was Peter. She wondered what had happened to him on the day her sister died. He simply vanished. It's been weeks and now she was certain he ran away because of what she had done to Damien.

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At a private hospital, Damien lay in the bed that was propped up. Feeling better and stronger each day, he smiled and silently thanked his father, Satan, for resurrecting him. The ambassador watched the television and again, a half smile grew in the corner of his lips. The news was on and though it had been a month after his death, reporters continued to discuss his assassination and mysterious disappearance.

At the moment, the door was opened by a policeman standing outside. Curly-haired Paul Buher walked in. Smiling, he said, "Good morning, Damien."

"Good morning," Damien answered, grateful to see not only his dear friend whom he had known since his days at the academy, but his closest disciple and now his new secretary.

Paul sat beside the bed and looked up at the television. "My Lord, it's time you let the world know you're alive. Once they know, you'll have even more people wanting to serve you. The world will be yours."

Damien kept his eyes on the television, and then he averted his attention to Paul whose brown hair was speckled with gray. "You're right. It's time."

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Two weeks later…

Kate sat on the sofa, staring straight ahead, sometimes unblinking. She wanted to cry but she was in too much shock. What she feared had been reality…she was pregnant. Kate had known it was Damien's child. She wasn't with anyone else. The journalist recalled when she tried to kill herself after finding out Damien was the Antichrist, and now she thought about trying again. She could not allow another abomination to be born. Kate picked up the remote control and turned on the television. Suddenly, her eyes were wide and her lips fell at what she heard on the news…

"Damien Thorn is alive!" said a blonde anchorwoman. "While the world thought he was dead, the ambassador was recuperating in a hospital--,"

Kate didn't know how much more she could take. The pregnancy had been shocking enough and now this. She slowly shook her head when watching Damien speak at a press conference about his assassination attempt and that he was miraculously given a second chance.

Miracle.

Kate switched to one channel after another and the news of his resurrection from the dead was everywhere. Crowds of people gathered in the street outside Damien's office. They cheered as if he had been the messiah returning for them.

Kate stood. She shuddered while clenching her arms across her chest. Tears seeped into her eyes and she said aloud, "Oh, God, no. No!"

TBC