Prologue
1/27/2015
When I was little my mother would tell me that I had a special destiny in store for me. As I grew older, I wondered what it would be.
But, after my mother died, I thought it was to do as my father told me. Be his messiah, or whatever.
Until I started having dreams about this man. He was British, he worked with demons and angels, he was dangerous and lost, but also he needed saving. More then I did. I knew without a doubt, he was my destiny, not my father.
So, I ran away to find him, it took me many long years to find him. But, I finally did.
Now, I'm positive my destiny is tied to his, no matter how much he pushes me away or yells at me.
We are going to create something magical, which will inadvertently save the world from the rising darkness or destroy it!
