"Find Balor" a voice whispered in a thick Celtic accent

Sara opened her eyes, startled, to find that she was on the train alone. It had stopped and any sign of other passengers was not to be found.

"Hello?" She asked

"Balor" the voice said again

Sara stood from her seat and looked up the train car. No one was there. She turned around, her eyes scanning the back of the car. In the very last seat sat a woman, who looked to be in her mid thirties. She had red hair that reached to her waist, and wore a long green dress.

"Who are you?" Sara asked, slowly walking toward the woman

"Carman" the woman looked up at Sara, her bright green eyes locking onto Sara's "Hello, Sara. Come, sit with me"

Sara hesitated, but she chose to take the seat next to the woman.

"You're Carman?" Sara asked, looking the woman over

"I am." she nodded

"Why are you...here?" Sara asked

"That is a good question. I am here, with you, because you were the chosen one."

"What do you mean, the chosen one?" Sara was puzzled "Chosen for what?"

"You were chosen to fulfil a prophecy. As you know, over a thousand years ago, Lucifer banished Balor to Earth. What you are probably wondering right now is how you and your father are involved in this legend. You see, your father, is the gatekeeper of Hell and the lost souls who enter through it. He is Lucifer's right hand man, his confidant. Because of this, Lucifer chose your father to be the one to fulfil the prophecy. He was to find a woman, and have a child with her. A girl. That girl, you, would be the vessel that would hold the spirit of the powerful sorceress, the future Queen of Hell, me. Your father did not know that this task in full. He knew he was to find the human woman sent to hell against her will, through Satanic ritual. He did find her, and he fell in love with her. Us demons aren't completely heartless. Soulless, yes, but not heartless. We are capable of love, just as any other creature is. When your father realized Lucifer's plan, it was already too late. You had been conceived, so he and your mother escaped from Hell and came to Earth to raise you in a normal world. They wanted to protect you from me and Balor. They hoped that the life they gave you would make it difficult for him to find you, and thus find me, fulfilling the prophecy."

Sara took Carman's words in, hanging on every word. The woman looked out the window of the unmoving train before continuing the tale.

"Unfortunately, your mother died during childbirth. It was Lucifer's punishment to your father for leaving. Your father was heartbroken, but vowed to continue to raise you here on Earth and to protect you.."

"My mother is dead?" Sara asked sadly, as she had always hoped to one day find the woman. Her father never spoke about her, only that he did not know who or where she was.

"Yes, she is. Her soul was banished into a dark place in our world, where no one would ever find her. She is never to be seen again. Anyway, pay attention dear, there will be time for mourning later. It was pure fate that brought you and Fergal together, and now there is not much time left. Balor knows that you hold me, and he will come for me as Lucifer foretold. Do not fight it, child. You will not win, for these forces and powers are much stronger than a meek thing like you could ever understand. Fulfil the prophecy."

The train came to a stop, slightly jerking. Sara mumbled before opening her eyes, startled. She looked around her. The woman was gone, and the train was full of passengers. The conductor was announcing their arrival. It was all a dream. Carman had come to Sara in a dream and explained to her her purpose. She put her head in her hands and groaned. She was not sure what to do. Carman had told her to fulfil the prophecy, to find Balor so they could be together, but this woman was a demon. A sorceress full of dark magic. Could she be trusted? What would happen to Sara and Fergal once the prophecy had come true?

Sara needed more time to think. She grabbed her bag and left the train. She hurried through the station and out onto the street, making sure to be overly aware of her surroundings. She caught the subway, heading north. She clutched her bag and ran up the subway stairs, and to her destination. Her hand shook as she opened the back door to the building on Milwaukee Avenue. She went up the stairs and stood at the door to the two story apartment for several moments before taking in a deep breath and holding is as she rang the doorbell. She exhaled long and heavy, and waited.

A few seconds passed before the door opened, and the man who opened it just looked at her blankly.

"What do you want?" Phil Brooks asked, leaning against the door

"Hi...I know you don't want to talk to me, and you told me to leave and never come back here, but I need your help." Sara rambled quickly "You were my only option, and I promise I won't be here long. I just need like, a night. I'll go in the guest room and you won't even know I am here. I promise. Please, Phil."

Phil sighed and rolled his eyes, opening the door.

"You have twenty four hours and then I want you gone. You're lucky AJ isn't visiting family this weekend or there would be zero chance of this working out."

Phil shut the door and walked of, leaving Sara standing in her former living room. Being there opened up old wounds, but she quickly pushed those memories out of her mind. She had worse things to worry about. She had to laugh at herself. She thought her breakup with Phil had been the worst thing she had ever gone through. The pain was unbearable, and she was devastated. Now, that breakup didn't seem so bad compared to the fact that her world was crumbling around her. She made her way to the guest room and put her bag down. She locked the door and laid on the bed.

Phil had gone back to his room and picked up his phone, sending out a quick text.

P: You're right. She showed up.

M: You let her in right?
P: Only because you said I had to.

M: Thank you. Keep her there, don't let her leave. We are on our way.

P: Babysitting the crazy bitch wasn't part of the deal.

M: Watch it, jackass. That's my daughter you're talking about.

P: Whatever.

Phil tossed his phone onto the dresser and went back downstairs to the living room. He passed the guest room and leaned against the door, making sure Sara was in there. He could hear his ex girlfriend talking to herself and he shook his head.

"She hasn't changed…" he thought to himself "Still fucking insane"

Sara laid on the bed, talking out loud about all of the scenarios of this situation. Maybe hearing her thoughts out loud would make them clearer. She got up and walked over to the window and looked out at the city she once called home. She felt trapped in this room and needed fresh air. She left her room and made her way toward the back of the apartment.

"Where are you going?" Phil called out curtly from the living room

"None of your business" she replied, not bothering to stop

"Whatever" Phil shrugged, turning his attention back to the hockey game he was watching

Sara climbed the stairs to the roof. She stepped out onto the large patio and breathed in. Sure, city air was nothing like country air, but it was good to be outside in the sunshine.

The doorbell rang and Phil groaned loudly as he turned the TV off and drug himself to the door. He was clearly very annoyed by the inconvenience of his unwanted guests. He opened the door to see his former co-worker and some guy he didn't recognize at his door.

"She's on the roof"

"What is she doing up there?" Mark and Fergal both asked at the same time

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" Phil waved his hands in the air at the ridiculous question

Mark glared at the tattooed man as he pushed his way into the apartment. Fergal followed, not really making an acknowledgement to Phil. They had only crossed paths a couple of times, briefly, but after the story of what happened with Sara, he was glad they had never been close.

"Maybe I should talk to her?" Fergal suggested before they got to the stairs leading to the roof "She may listen to me better than she would you at this point"

Mark turned around and glared at the Irish man.

"Absolutely fucking not"

"Sir, please. Balor isn't here right now. I can get through to her. If she sees you, she may try to run again. At least let me try. If I get no where, then you can talk to have at it."

Mark pondered that for a moment before sighing in annoyance.

"Fine."

He waited at the bottom of the stairs as Fergal ascended them, opening the door to the balcony. He saw Sara leaning on the railing, appearing to be lost in thought. He walked over to her until he was about five feet away. He looked at her for a moment, his heart wrenching with pain. He was so angry with himself and felt as if it were his fault that Sara was going through all of this.

"Hello, darling" Fergal finally spoke.