This story is completely made up, nothing is accurate on heaven or hell in this story. I just twisted a few things to make the story as it is. Please do not take offense.

Thank You.

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The night was strangely quiet, not one sound was heard except the soft steps of feet. The young priest tugged at his hood, pulling it farther down over his face. The little bundle in his arms fast asleep. He walked quickly towards the cathedral, his eyes darting from left to right. His heart was beating at an unsafe rate.

" Father John."

He gasped, hearing his name be said. He twisted to the right, and let out the breath he was holding in.

" Henry you frightened me. " He replied, putting his free hand to his heart. The bundle in his arms began to squirm.

" You brought the child?"

" Yes, but you must hurry. I believe someone's been following me, I can feel its presence near us as we speak. " Father John said hastily.

" The child's parents, they are-"

" Slaughtered. A horrific scene that I shall never forget. "

" He is looking for her, she must be hidden immediately. Come, the child shall be safe in the chambers of the cathedral. " Henry said, opening the doors and quickly entering the warm presence, hurrying the priest inside.

" We must walk fast. He is coming. " Henry said.

" Can he enter the church?"

" No, he is much too weak right now. "

The baby slowly opened its eyes, Father John gasped as his eyes captured the two beautiful ocean blue orbs.

" She's a beautiful child....may I ask why he wants her?" He asked.

" There is no time for such questions, we must get her safely into the chambers then I shall give answers. " Henry replied, opening door after door. " Here we are." he said.

The room was dimly lit and many other priests were gathered. Father John held the baby as close as possible to him.

" She is safe with them, they is no need to worry Father John. Come and sit, you must be tired. " Henry said gently. He pulled a old wooden chair for him to rest. His arms were becoming quite sore from the position of holding the young child, but he dare not let her go.

" The Pope has said that she is to be given a new home as soon as possible. She must not know of how signifigant she is till the right time. "

" But won't he find her there? With a normal family? " The priest asked dumbfounded.

" He won't expect us to make such a bold move. But he does expect us to keep her hidden inside this holy place, she must be taken to a new location as soon as we find a family suited enough. "

" Will he never stop looking for her? Why does he want her? Tell me more Henry. I must know!" Father John whispered angrily. Henry sighed and rubbed his forehead with frustration.

" The Jackel, his Queen, has born a son. And the son will grow to be the Devil next in line. "

" I don't see how this is all connected to the girl. "

" The only way to continue the blood line is of someone of a special blood line. A baby created by the angels but given a horrific curse. A curse that could determine the world's damnation, or its continuation. She is meant to be bride of his son. His son will be sent out to find her, tempt her, seduce her, do anything to please her. And if she falls in love with him, and becomes his bride, then through her will be born the end of the world. "

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