We walked up to the desk sergeant. She was a broad woman. She had short brown hair and brown eyes hidden behind glasses. She wrinkled her nose when she looked at us. "Can I help you?"

Bryan took the lead. "I am Detective Bryan Lockhart. I am here to question a suspect."

"Name?"

"Isaiah Doe."

Her eyes got wide for a moment. She then looked at the computer screen. The back at Bryan. "We are on strict orders not to let anyone near that one." She said with a bit of disgust.

"I was told that we could get access to him."

"Who told you?"

"Dr. Faust."

She sighed and picked up the phone. I put my hand on the receiver. "It's important we speak with that patient." I opened my mind to find her weaknesses.

Her expression relaxed. Her eyes widened as I looked her in the eye. "He is dangerous." She said quietly.

"Very."

She put the phone down. I saw her reached for her radio.

Go on in. I said in my mind.

"Go on in." She said. Her eyes holding the weird hypnotic look. She was not entirely in charge of her mind. I was temporarily in charge. "Gus will take you there."

A man in blue scrubs stood at the desk. He shot a look at the woman. "But- "

He started to say but stopped. This way I said in my mind. "This way." He stretched his hand towards the door as the woman pressed the buttons to open the doors.

My husband glanced at me. I could tell he wasn't entirely comfortable having me use my powers to manipulate people. I wasn't comfortable either. We followed Gus down a long hallway with metal doors. I could hear various patients yelling and babbling through the doors. Wild eyes staring at us as we passed. We passed through another set of heavily locked doors. We stopped into front of a door that looked like it belonged to a vault. There was a small window. I couldn't see anything. Gus fumbled with the controls and locks to open the door. It opened with a hiss.

I started to go in. Bryan put his hand on my shoulder. "Please be careful."

I put my hand on his and squeezed. "Lock the doors behind me."

"But Persi?" He pleaded.

"Do it."

His blue eyes pleaded with me. But he nodded. "Okay."

I took a deep breath and said a prayer and stepped inside. The room was padded. No furniture. No window. Barely any light. I heard as the locks on the door engaged. I looked around the room and found him cowering in the corner. He had nothing but a pair of light linen pants on. His eyes tightly closed as he mumbled to himself.

I looked at his scarred back. It looked like he had been whipped at one time. He was thin. Almost emaciated. His long hair hung in his face. I approached him slowly. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I paused. Bryan wasn't kidding. He had a long beard covering a scarred face. But those eyes. Those dark piercing eyes.

I smiled as I sat down in front of him. He pulled back against the wall. Closing his eyes, he began to mumble. His arms folded against his scrawny chest.

I sighed. "Isaiah." I said softly to him. I opened my mind and found calm. I projected the calm into the room. Slowly he looked up. He then looked me in the eyes. They widened. My eyes resembled his own. "Hello Isaiah."

"Who…who are you?" He said slowly.

"My name is Persephone."

"Every spring solstice she would rise from the Underworld. Demeter would rejoice and the earth once again came alive."

I smiled. "You like Greek mythology?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a favorite myth? Or a god?"

"Hades."

I nodded. Hades. The God of the Underworld. He was the eldest son of Kronos. Together with his brothers Poseidon and Zeus they defeated the Titan and sent his chopped up remains to Tartarus. He was then tricked by Zeus into running the Underworld. A figure much like my father. Reviled and feared. All of humanities evils and sins blamed on him.

"Good choice."

He relaxed a bit as I spoke. He still stayed as close to the wall as possible.

"I used to go to a lot of libraries. They were the only places that would leave me alone. As long as I sat quietly." He rocked a little. His knees against his chest. His scrawny arms around them. He kept his gaze on me. "Who are you?"

"I told you. My name is Persephone."

"I got that." Slight anger and irritation reached his voice. "Are you another psychologist? Are you here to inject me with more needles?" I saw him looking me over. I held up my hands.

"No. I'm just here to talk."

"That's what they all say."

I heard the locks on the doors engaging. I turned and saw an angry man looking in the window. He was arguing with someone. I assumed it to be Bryan. The door started to open. I held up my hand then moved it downwards and the door closed.

Isaiah looked at me with astonishment. "How…how did you do that?"

I just smiled at him. He inched a little towards me. His eyes again searching mine. The doors again started to open. I held up my hand again and lowered it to close them. I then turned my hand and listened as the locks engaged. I turned to see the astonished face of the strange man in the window.

Isaiah was right in front of me. "What are you?"

I turned to him. Looking him dead on. "I could ask you the same thing Isaiah." He licked his lips. His eyes looking at the window. I could hear muffled voices outside the door. "I hear that you can do some extraordinary things as well."

He looked down at his hands. He flexed them. "I wouldn't call it extraordinary. I'm a freak." His eyes got sad. He looked away from me. He stood up and walked to another corner of the room. I stood up. My legs felt stiff from sitting cross legged.

He stood against the padded wall. His arms folded against him again. I wanted to hug him. He looked so lost. So broken. Anger rose inside me. I wanted to confront my father. Yell at him. Scream at him. I took a few steps towards Isaiah. "You aren't alone Isaiah."

He turned to me. Anger in his eyes. "What would you know?" He looked me over. I was wearing nice clothes. My body wasn't covered in scars. "You don't know anything about me. Just, just leave me alone."

I stood there not moving. This seemed to anger him. He turned and looked at me full on. "I said go." His voice rose. It sounded familiar. "Get away from me!" He took a step towards me. I could hear banging on the door. But I held my ground. "GO!" He screamed. The power shook the room.

The banging on the door got louder. I didn't turn to look though. I stood there looking at Isaiah. I looked him right in the eyes.

He growled. "GO!" His brown eyes then turned red with fire. I could feel the heat in the room rising. "GO!" The room shook. The only light flickered. The pounding on the door intensified. I think they were trying to use a battering ram to get in.

I just stood there. The fire in his eyes remained. I then returned it. I felt the fire inside my own eyes rise. I looked at him dead on. I released the power I felt inside. The room shook more intensely. He gasped when he saw my eyes. The fire in his eyes receded. The room stopped shaking. The pounding on the door stopped.

"You."

I nodded. "I hear you are seeking the fallen one."

He panted. Sweat beaded on his skin. He walked to the wall. He began to pound his head on the wall. I rushed over. I tried stopped him. "Isaiah. Stop. Please." I tried to find my calm center. I did my best to expel it outwards.

He stopped pounding his head. But he backed away from my touch. "The fallen one is my father." Tears came down his cheeks. "They said he was my father."

"Who said that Isaiah?"

"The angels."

He started pacing the room. The banging on the door started again. I turned and looked to see Bryan at the window. His eyes pleading for me to hurry up.

"Don't be afraid Isaiah." I did my best to calm him. He stopped and I placed my hands on his thin bare shoulders. He didn't pull away. He just faced me. "It will be okay. I'm here for you."

"You aren't afraid?"

"No."

"Why? You should be afraid. But you. You had the fire."

"Yes. The fallen one is your father. Who is the fallen one?"

"Lucifer."

I had to do my best to hold back my anger at my father. How could he abandon Isaiah? "Isaiah. You aren't alone. Believe me when I say that. Lucifer is my father too."

He looked at me with the earlier astonishment. "He is?"

"Yes." The banging resumed. I turned to Bryan's worried face in the window. I mouthed okay. "Look Isaiah. I have to go."

He frowned. His shoulders slumped. I placed my hand on his arm. He didn't pull away. He turned his eyes to me. It was like he longed for someone to touch him and not hurt him. I smiled at him. He returned it. It looked so much like my father's.

"I promise you. I will be back."

"You will."

"Yes. A child of Lucifer never breaks a promise." I held out my arms and he leaned against me. For a moment we hugged. I had a brother. I wanted to do everything I could to help him. I pulled back. "I will be back."

"Goodbye Persephone." He said sadly.

I released the doors. I felt the locks relax. I approached the door and it opened. I walked out to a group of men in riot gear and men in scrubs. They all looked at me with shock. I closed the door behind me. I could see Isaiah looking out through the window.

A man in a white doctor's coat stepped forward. "Just what hell were you doing in there?" He said angrily.

"I was talking to my brother." I said confidently and started down the hallway. I walked past the men in riot gear. Bryan was behind the doctor.

"Brother?" The doctor said.

"Yes, sorry I didn't come sooner. I didn't know. I had to come here and find out."

"He is a highly dangerous man."

"That's because he had spent his whole life afraid. People don't understand what he is. He won't be a problem now."

"What is he?" The doctor asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." He put his hands on his hips.

I leaned closer to him. "The son of the Devil." I walked to the outside doors. Bryan stayed close behind me.

"You had them scared to death. The entire building shook. The lights flickered." Bryan whispered in my ear.

"I wasn't scared."

"I know but- "

"You wanted to know."

He nodded. "Yes. So is he?"

I nodded. "He is my brother."

The desk sergeant was standing behind her desk glaring at us. Gus stood beside her. We were met with our captain. He glared at us.

"Just what HELL were you two thinking?" He stood a few feet from us both. He was about to blow.

I reached into the depth of my mind and found the calm. "It's okay Captain."

"Are you kidding me? I get calls that two of my detectives someone tricked these two into letting them talk to a highly dangerous mental patient." He practically spits out the words as he paced. "I should put you both on leave. Hell I should just fire you both." He sighed. "But I won't."

Bryan stepped forward. "Look Captain, it was my idea. I just wanted to find out more about the suspect."

The captain took in a heated sigh. "Well? Did you get anything useful?"

Bryan turned his gaze to me. The captain followed suit. "Yes." I said. "He is my brother." I started to head out the door.

"What!" My captain exclaimed. I stopped. "Can you repeat that? He is your brother."

"Yeah. Came as a surprise to me too."

He looked at Bryan. "Did you know?"

"Just now, sir." Bryan shrugged at him. "I'm sorry sir. I suspected. But I had to know."

The captain relaxed slightly. "You two have put me in a bind. I am going to have to smooth this over with brass."

"No one got hurt."

"I know."

We continued outside to the waiting shuttle bus. We climbed on and rode back to where our car was parked. The captain walked quietly with us for a moment. We stopped beside the Range Rover. "Persi, I have to know something."

"Yes, Captain."

"What is he?"

"The son of the Devil."

The captain's eyes widened. The normally composed no nonsense man looked afraid. The same look his twin brother had given me when I awoke in a body bag in Iraq. I had been dead. A grenade had blown a hole in my side. But I sat up and my wounds healed. His twin brother was my commanding officer. I had to tell him the truth.

"My brother said there was something about you. Are you- "

"Yes." I looked him dead on.

He sighed. "That certainly explains a lot." He didn't sound overly concerned. "You two head on home. Bryan I expect to see you later at the precinct." He then walked away.

Bryan and I stood there a moment watching him leave. Then we got into the car and drove home.

Author's Note: Yes I realize this chapter borders on realism. But it is a story about the children of the Devil.