Notes from Bai: Well…I got a review…and the reviewer said my story 'wasn't worth reading.'

To Strike: Well although your review was a crappy one, I guess I should give you credit…but GOD! Cut me some slack! I'm only thirteen-years-old!

Also, I put A LOT of effort in MY stories, and if you don't write stories, I don't think it's your place to say that somebody's story is 'terrible' or 'not worth reading'. BUT, I digress, for EVERYONE has their right of opinion---*cough cough*

Well, I hope to get more---er---POSITIVE reviews in the future.

Adieu for now,

Bai, the disgruntled Korean fanfiction writer

P.S: Also, there will be some religious stuff in here, so if your part of a religion, please don't get upset. I'm not a Satanist or anti-Christ. In fact, I'm Catholic ^^

Also there is an introduction to drugs, such as White Claudia, so---well you get the idea.

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Alessa opened the Prayer room door cautiously. She looked in the room to find nothing except the Shrine she prayed to when she had 'sinned.'

Walking in, she shut the door behind her.

"Hello?" Alessa's small voice echoed somewhat in the room. "Are you here?"

Yes---come closer to the Shrine.

She obeyed, but moved slowly towards it.

Do you see the white powder in the bowl?

"Yes."

Alessa touched it with her index finger. She didn't dare to taste it, because from where she was standing, it smelt stale.

That is called---White Claudia. It's used in cultic rituals to communicate with the spirits. Including, myself. I am Samuel---

"So that's your name?" Alessa asked. "Samuel?"

Yes. Your mother and many people pray to Me---to bring Me forth and cleanse the Earth with the fires of Hell. All suffering will be obliterated, and we'll be able to reach the Promised Land. You will be happy there, Alessa.

Only---I need help. I cannot escape from the Depths of my Hell alone. I will need a living spirit to act in My name. To act as My vessel so when the time comes, I will be free to do what the others pray for. I shall replace God in Heaven and thus, bring the End.

But do not fret, those who believe shall reach Salvation, while others---will be Damned and burn with the Earth.

No come forth, child. Become my vessel---my nurturing Mother---and in return, when I become God, you shall take the Virgin Mary's place!!

Alessa didn't understand this.

Virgin Mary?

God?

The End?

Promised Land?

What did all of this have to do with her mother? Where exactly does her mother fit in all of this?

"Um---what did Mama---do that her made a hero?" Alessa asked. She had forgotten all about it for some time, and Alessa wished to know.

She gave you life, my child. You were conceived---to become MY mother. Once you've bled the blood of womanhood, I shall take my place in you. Then you will give birth to me at the proper age of 20; without filthy procreation tactics most Humans take to produce life.

"What does 'procreation' mean? Why is it filthy?"

When a child is wanted in this world, the parents do an act of sexual plesures---to prove their love---But it's nothing more but LIES. You see, Lust is one of the sins that are committed over and over.

Women sell their bodies to satisfy their hunger, thus we have whores in this world. It's crude and demeaning toward the Female race, and I shall not tolerate those who taint their bodies for gratification. Women were meant only to bring Life---not kill it with the gruesome technology of today.

It is barbaric, and I shall not have My mother tainted in such disgusting ways. You must remain a Virgin, that way; you can come to Heaven with Me. If you lose your Innocence before the time comes---then you must burn with the rest of the World.

Alessa heard a click behind her and she sped around.

There stood Dahlia. Her eyes were cold and the shadows under eyes made her look menacing.

"So---you've learned the truth, have you?" Dahlia whispered, "So then---there's no turning back then. You've learned your purpose, so all I need worry about is how to get him inside you."

"Mama!" Alessa cried, "H-he said-"

"I know what he said, you idiot girl!" Dahlia snapped, and Alessa flinched. " 'Not until you bleed the blood of womanhood---'! But evidently, that cannot be so! Once you have been told the Truth, you must accept His spirit! The only dilemma is how---"

Dahlia stopped in mid-sentence. She suddenly began speaking nonsense under breath, then looked up.

"I know how--- 'He will be nurtured by the Everlasting nightmare---' So if she suffers, that is your Nightmare!"

Dahlia let out a hideous cackle, and it scared Alessa---a lot.

"Mama, w-what are you gonna do?" Alessa asked.

"Simple my child," Dahlia smiled evilly, "You shall burn ---and so He shall arise!"

Dahlia rushed out of the room, and shut the door behind her. Alessa could here the click of the lock and was confused. She ran towards the door and tried to open it.

"Mama!" Alessa shouted, "Mama, let me out! What are you doing!? PLEASE LET ME OUT!" Her sentence ended in sobs. She sunk to the floor, her sobs echoing throughout the room.

Time passed and darkness approached the room, with only the small flame near the shrine to light the room.

Alessa heard footsteps approaching.

"Mama?!" Alessa shouted, but met only a noise.

It was faint, sounded like water pouring on the ground, but it smelled funny.

Then she heard flicking like---a lighter?! She could have been mistaken---why would Mama have a lighter for?

Alessa walked towards the liquid and smelled it.

GAS?!

She remembered the smell from the stove whenever Mama cooked on the stovetop. She told Alessa that it was flammable and should be very careful when around.

Then it dawned to her.

Her Mama, the woman she loved and admired, was going to burn her alive!

"Mama, NO!" she cried, "NO PLEASE! LET ME OUT!"

"SO!" Dahlia cackled maniacally, "YOU'VE REALIZED YOUR FATE!!WELL THEN---BURN HELL CHILD!"

A flame spread out from the door and Alessa backed from it.

"MAMA!" She tried to yell over the roar of the fire, but the smoke made her cough uncontrollably. The heat and smoke hurt her eyes and she couldn't open them enough to see.

She backed in a corner, where she cried until the flames reached her. The flames burned her skin and clothes and the only thing left to do was to die---

Alessa howled, but the anguished yells of a seven-year-old girl would not be heard.