"Awaken." The voice demanded through the blackness. Adrianna forced her eyes open and scanned her surroundings. She could hardly remember what had occurred; she had exorcized the thing hadn't she? Adrianna struggled to raise her head, but her neck was like jello and her head like a rock.

"Angela?" Adrianna heard her brothers voice, gentle but strong. "Angela, please. Wake up Angela!" Adrianna opened her mouth to speak but all she could force out was blood.

"John, step aside. Let me see to her." Midnite whispered. Silence engulfed the room and moment's later warmth seemed to seep through the bedroom and light blazed from beside the bed.

"John?" Anglea coughed. Adrianna heard her brother sigh as the bed squeaked beneath added weight. He must be holding her now Adrianna thought as she closed her eyes.

"Why do you sleep Mother? Awaken. You have had all your life to rest." The deep voice vibrated through Adrianna's body and caused the muscles to tense in her womb as she blacked out again under the pain.

"John, your sister… I think she tried to exorcise our baby." Angela muffled into John's wrinkled shirt as he pressed her to his chest. "She told me you had asked her to wait here for me, she lied and I believed her… oh God, my baby…" Angela lost what little control she had and began to cry. She hadn't even known that she'd been pregnant for longer than 48 hours, but in that little time she had been happy about the prospect of becoming a mother. She had surprised herself that way.

"Angela, I did ask her to watch after you. But you must understand it is better this way." Each word stung as Constantine whispered it, but he believed Midnite even though he didn't want to.

"What?" Angela asked, her eyes reflecting the pain only known to mother's who loose their children. "You think it is best that our child is dead? Dead? How can you say that, you were going to be a father!"

"Angela, the child was not pure." Midnite said gently. Angela's eyes grew wide and reckless, pushing Constantine away she pressed herself tightly against a corner of the room.

"How can you say that?" She whispered harshly.

"Angela," Constantine made a motion towards her.

"Don't come any closer!" Constantine froze at her screams "How can you say that?" She asked again, shaking as her breathe came faster and faster.

"John, she's over-exciting herself" Midnite warned, feeling her power rise and fire up throughout the room. "She's not well enough for this kind of jolt."

"I know,… Angela, please" He took a step closer, before her flaming powers forced him back against the opposing wall. With a lift of Angela's hand Constantine rose up the wall, and felt her mind's hold on him tighten. Gasping for breath, Constantine met Angela's emotion-wrecked eyes. His vision began to ebb, and he felt reality slip from his fingers, but before he could completely black-out he saw Midnite cross the room to Angela. Moving fast, Midnite stretched his fingers into Angela's chest as he pushed her against the wall. Angela's cries threaded through Constantine's mind as he got up from the floor where he'd been dropped.

"Angela, Angela… please, believe us." Constantine croaked as he tried to sooth her. Midnite's hold began to soften as Angela lost her fight. Constantine ran his fingers through her hair and tried to quiet her.

"Angela, I will now show both you and John what I have seen. If the child had not been destroyed." Midnite whispered. Closing his eyes, he released the floodgate and let Constantine and Angela see the truth.

A thousand fires – screaming, naked forms – chaos….