Date: six years ago, April.

Time: 7.06pm

Whereabouts: Barkstone.

A young girl and her mother were walking down the streets of Barkstone. The young teen was no more than 14 years old and was holding onto her mother as a cold breeze hit her. The mother smiled and brought her closer to her side. They then carried on down the road to their destination. They finally reached a house as the mother took out a key and opened the door. The young teen walked in and headed into the front room as the mother removed her scarf. A loud thud then echoed through the house. The mother looked over to where her daughter had gone and then ran into the front room in panic. She suddenly saw two men holding her child with a knife to her throat.

"What are you doing?" she yelled in fear before she felt a hand cover her own mouth and a second set of hands held her arms behind her back. She struggled before a sharp pain hit her in the back of the head and she hit the ground.

Her eyes were heavy as she tried to open them. What a dream. It was awful. She could even feel tears running down her cheek. She opened her eyes fully before closing them as a pain shot through her head. Was it really a dream? She quickly moved her arms to feel rusty metal cuffs round her wrists, stopping her from moving them. She looked up and saw that she was chained to a large stone pillar. She franticly looked around for her daughter and saw her on the floor, completely stripped and laid in a puddle of blood, her back cut to pieces.

"No, please," the mother begged in a horsy voice.

She tried to move from her chains again to comfort her daughter but it was futile. All she was doing was straining her arms and cutting through her wrists with the cuffs. She began to cry silently, to weak to do anything else. She then looked up as she heard movement. She looked round but couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Mom?" a weak voice asked.

"I'm here sweet heart. Are you okay? What did they do to you?" she asked all at once, worried for her child.

"They cut me," she said as she tried to stand and walk over to her mother. "They cut my back."

"Come here sweaty," the mother said as the daughter collapsed to the floor.

"I can't," she said as she began to silently cry.

A large door then opened and the child began to try and back up towards a wall. A male figure walked in with a grin on his face. He was in a large cloak with his hood down. He smiled evilly and then looked to the side and spotted the child.

"Hello my dear. How are you?" he asked with a small chuckle.

"You monster! What have you done to her!" the mother yelled and struggled against her chains.

"I have taken the first step to making your child the key," he said then bent and grabbed the child round the neck and picked her up with just one arm. "See this?" he said showing the mother the child's back that was sliced and bleeding with large marking of what looked like a pentagram with several symbols that took her whole back. "This is one of the markings of a demon. In the book of Hashon, it shows this symbol as the key to releasing the mega demon. Trigon."

"Demon?" the mother repeated as the child struggled in his grip. "You're mad."

"No, I will be the ruler of the world," he laughed then walked to the side with the child and then chained her facing the wall where some light shinned through from an opening. "When the clock strikes 3 and the moonlight rests on your child's body, a portal will be opened and I will become the new ruler of a new world."

"You can't do this," the mother screamed as the man turned to face her then approached her. "The police will come."

"I doubt it," he said before his hand dashed forwards and stabbed the women with a jagged knife. "With no witnesses or clues to our location, there will be no way for the police to find us," he said as blood began to poor from the mother's mouth.

The male in the cloak smiled wickedly for a while as he watched the mother bleed. He then replaced his hood before clicking his finger and watching a man run out with a book.

"I hope this works my lord," the man said passing the male the book.

"Well, if it doesn't we'll have to wait another 100 years and personally, I don't feel like waiting. Make sure everything is in place and there are no disturbances," the male said then began to flip through the pages of the book.

The moon light was slowly approaching the child who still hung chained to the wall. Blood pored from the deep cuts on her back. The male looked to his watch. The time read 02:55.

"It's time start," he said then began to read and chant the words from the book.

After a few minutes, the cuts on the girls back began to burn with a red light as the child screamed from the pain. She squirmed in the chains trying to break free and stop the pain but it was useless.

"Pl… PLEASE!!! Help me someone," the child yelled as a creepy glowing mist poured from the floor below her feet.

The mist grew up high and it seemed like there was no way out of what ever mess these men had got her in. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a figure whistling. The chanting stopped and the burning ceased for a while. Everyone turned to look at a priest who had just walked in. the priest stopped his whistling when he saw the men.

"Hey, what are you doing here? This is private property… good lord," he said suddenly noticing the child. "What are you doing?"

"Get him," the main male yelled and three of his followers quickly chased after the priest who dashed out of the door and slammed the door closed

The three men quickly dashed at the door and struggled to open it but failed. "He's locked it."

"It doesn't matter. We haven't got time to worry about him," he said returning back to the book and chanting.

The burning started again and soon, the mist reappeared. The child violently moved in her chains as she felt the burning pain in her back. Her hair began to lighten to a bright blonde/white colour and what looked like a set of red and black bat like wings began to sprout from her back.

"Stop! Please!" the child cried out.

Her chains then snapped and she fell to her knees. From the wings, a second figure was appearing. The wings came out followed by a red body and then a head and arms. A large red demon then stepped out from her back like it was an open door. He stood up high and growled, his eyes fixing on the man in the cloak.

"Trigon," the man said happily with a grin before the door slammed open again and all eyes tuned to the priest who had barged in with a cross in one hand and a book in the other.

He also began to chant and holding the cross up high above his head. The three men charged at him but it was already too late as Trigon began in scream in pain.

"With help from the son, the farther and the holy spirit, I dame you back to whereas you came from. I send you back to the fires of hell," he carried on as large flames surrounded the demon and he began to burn. "I dame you back to whereas you came from!"

With one final yell, the burns swallowed the demon and then a large explosion went off forcing the three men to fly into the wall with the priest and male in the cloak. The cloaked male then stood up and looked around at the quiet hall.

"You destroyed everything!" he yelled before the sound of sirens were heard from outside. "This is not over, priest," he promised then quickly made his escape.

The priest stood up and looked round for the child. He saw the mother dead at the side and gave a small prayer. He then turned to the sound of movement and saw her. The girl was breathing heavily and trying to stand up with little luck. Her hair was still a ghost white and the cuts in her back were now burn marks. He ran over her to check she was okay but she wasn't looking quite weak.

"Hey, come on," he said trying to reassure her. "Helps is here. Your going to be fine, I promise."