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"The past has a way of catching up with you, no matter how hard you try to shake it off."

-Unknown

Puddles became tormented pools as the x-jet descended onto the cement docks of the port. They had known Kurt was in this general area, but the blaze they had seen from the air was what brought them down.

Before Storm even could lower the ramp, Kitty phased though the side of the jet and started running for the burning warehouse. "Kurt!" she screamed frantically as she ran, the cold rain drenching her hair, causing it to slip from her ponytail. "KURT!"

"Kitty, wait!" yelled Scott as he jumped from the jet.

Kitty, stop! the professor said telepathically. You can't go in there!

Kitty wouldn't listen as she continued to run. She caught her foot on the edge of a crate and fell into a large puddle. She could hear someone running after her as she pushed herself up onto her knees, crying heavily. She felt a pair of strong hands help her to her feet. "KURT!" she yelled again, attempting to run but being thwarted by her helper's iron grip as he pulled her into his chest.

"Kitty, the professor said we can't go in," said Scott sadly. "It's just too dangerous!"

"I don't care," she yelled phasing through his hands. "My best friend is in there and, like, I need to help him!" She began to run again, but was suddenly lifted into the air. "Jean, please let me help him," she cried, tears going unnoticed by the others due to the rain, her hair shielding her face.

"Kitty," said the professor calmly, "you don't understand the situation…"

Suddenly, the door of the warehouse burst open and five very frightened individuals ran out before it was engulfed in flame. "What the hell was that, dog?" they heard one yell.

"I dunno and I don't want to figure it out, man!" yelled another.

Xavier saw Logan start to go after the boys. "No, Logan," he said calmly. "They are not what we should worry about right now. We can deal with them later. I am more worried about who remained inside with Kurt."

"You think that guy you were talking about earlier is in there, Chuck?" asked Logan, but he needed no verbal answer. The subtle look of worry and anger on the older man's face was enough.

"Tell us, like, what is going on!" screamed Kitty, still fighting to get her feet back on the ground.

The professor pressed his hands together and let out a sigh. He was unsure if Kurt would want him to tell the others about his situation, but right now he felt the others needed to know in order to save him. He looked at each of his friends and students, all of them watching him attentively as they waited for him to speak. He made his decision; he would only tell them the little information they needed to know.

"There is a very powerful mutant after Kurt…"

The heat around Kurt increased as the flames grew larger and moved closer. The smoke that was beginning to fill the wood framed building burned his lungs, but he was not able to concentrate on that.

What he could concentrate on was the dark figure that was slowly generating within the flames. Slowly, Kurt could make out his thick tail, his pointed ears and finally, those terrible black eyes. He stood within the flames, the smell of brimstone starting to fill the air overpowering the woody smoke.

The terrible creature started to walk toward him and Kurt's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing again, but he was too tired and too sore to move. The red man crouched in front of him until their eyes were at the same level. "Guten Tag, Kurt," he said in his dark voice, placing his hand on Kurt's injured shoulder.

Kurt suppressed his desire to cry out in pain; he didn't want to give that satisfaction to this man. "Please," he gasped tiredly, "please…don't…hurt me."

"But I thought you would give anything to get rid of this pain, Kurt," he said giving his shoulder a squeeze.

Kurt tried to pull away, but he was still tied to the pole thwarting all hopes of escape. This time he was unable to hold back the whimper that pushed at him for escape. A smile crept across the man's face exposing his long white fangs.

"Not this," he panted, "I won't…help you!" He was yelling, but it didn't come out as anything more than a horse cry.

"You are the only one left that I need, boy," said the man as Kurt continued to struggle against him. "Your brothers have already surrendered their lives to me."

"Stefan didn't die because of you, it was because of…" Kurt stumbled over his words, unable to admit what had happened. Then, a sudden realization hit him. "You caused Stefan to do those horrible things, didn't you?" yelled Kurt in shock, only to receive another menacing smile from the demon-man. Kurt pulled against his restraints. He could feel the skin around his wrists starting to tear as the ropes pulled on them, but he didn't care. Now, rather than wanting to get away from this man, he wanted to get his hands on him and tear him apart. His collarbone screamed for him to stop, but he had found new energy from rage that pushed him forward. "You caused all that pain?!"

"I needed to get to you," he said calmly. "There are certain laws that prohibit me from this world. I needed him to create a situation in which I could find you, much like when you were younger, but Charles Xavier got in the way. However, I was not speaking of your imbecile adopted brother; I was talking about your half-brothers."

Half-what?! thought Kurt. Those words ceased his struggles. "I have…"

"T'e (1)" said the demon, the smile broadening on his face.

"And they're…"

His smile grew to an evilly large size. "Ken (2)!" A laugh escaped his lips, so malicious that even Magneto would fall to his knees and beg for mercy. "You, my dear boy, are the only one left. Once you surrender to me, I will be free to walk the Earth again. After all, you were the one I truly needed all along."

"What…do you…mean?" he asked, gasping again as the adrenaline disappeared and the pain attacked him with new vigor and with reinforcements.

"I'm trapped in the Brimstone dimension, Kurt, the one you go through when you teleport. I need your life force to be able to teleport out of that dimension and stay in this one. I needed your brothers' for their strength. I could do it without theirs, but I can't do it without yours."

The demon moved his hand toward Kurt's face, touching his cheek. "It's time, Kurt," he said gently.

"No!" he screamed, pulling his face away from the man's hand. "I won't…help you!" He was scared and tired. He tried to bite the man's hand, like he had done to his tail before to get away, but his body was sore and slow from the beating. The man easily pulled his hand away from Kurt before grabbing his shoulder again.

Kurt yelled in pain. "Now, now, none of that," he scolded.

He let go of Kurt's shoulder, causing to pant again in pain. He grabbed Kurt by the chin and forced the elf to look into his wicked black eyes. "I…won't…help…" Kurt started to say, but he could not finish. As he stared into the man's eyes, he slowly began to feel his control of his body disappear. His entire body relaxed, but his mind was racing. Ich will nicht sterben (3)! thought Kurt frantically.

"It's time, Diablo," he said quietly, his tail slashing the air behind him in anticipation.

Kurt's heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest as he saw the tail coming toward him. Mustering enough of his remaining energy, he was able to regain control of his mouth. "Der HERR…ist mein Hirte…mir…wird nichts…mangeln…" he choked out as the tail began to constrict around his neck, tears flowing down his singed blue cheeks.

"What is that rubbish," scolded the man. "Speak English, Diablo!"

Kurt swallowed with great difficulty before starting again, having even more difficulty as the appendage continued to cut off his air. "The Lord…is…my…shepherd…" he said, continuing to the point in which he could no longer get the air out of his lungs. His hands became hot before he felt a pressure release around his wrists. His hands were now free, but still to weak to do much.

The man began to laugh. "Don't be foolish, Kurt. There is no God." He saw Kurt's right arm start to move. Insolent boy, you're too weak to fight me. He thought, smiling to himself. But to his amazement, Kurt did not move to fight, he reached under his shirt and pulled out a hematite rosary before letting his bloodied hand drop to the ground again, clutching the object of his faith.

Kurt continued to move his lips in prayer, choking out a word here and there. The edges of his vision blurred into blackness and his head felt heavy as the blood fought for movement. He did not concentrate on that though. Rather, he found himself concentrating on his friends, how much he was going to miss them, and the smooth stone cross he was rubbing with his large fingers. "…fear no……thou… with me…"

"Stupid child," yelled the demon as he pulled Kurt from the floor with his tail and stared him in the eyes again, "if there was a God, he would send your damn friends to save you!"

Suddenly, a burst of red energy flew through the wall, creating an enormous hole in which entered the X-men. Wolverine jumped at the demon, forcing him to drop a limp Kurt to the ground.

"Kurt!" yelled Kitty as she took off toward her best friend. Just as she was about to reach him, a second ring of fire appeared around the blue elf. Kitty gasped and stepped back from the heat, but she could hear him gasping for breath within his crackling cage.

Kitty turned just in time to see Logan fly by her and see the red man lunging toward her. Jean pulled her back telepathically and out of harms way. Just before she left, she saw Kurt shake his head in an attempt to pull himself back from the edge of unconsciousness.

The students could only stare at the mutant that stood before them. He was an exact match to the images of the Devil they saw as children that it frightened many of them. "Professor," said Scott, "who is that?"

The professor was not paying attention to his students though; he was more concerned with getting Kurt out of here alive and unharmed. Unfortunately, using his telepathic powers, he knew that the later of those two hopes had already been obliterated. "Azazel," he yelled in a voice full of such anger that none of the students had ever heard it before, "stop this madness at once."

"You say that as if you have a voice in the matter," Azazel retorted in a harsh voice. "The boy will be killed to release the neyaphem!"

"That boy is like a son to me, Azazel," said Beast as he charged at the demon, "and I will do anything to protect him!"

He lunged at Azazel and the demon slashed his hand through the air, releasing an energy blast which struck Beast dead on. Beast was thrown backward and landed on his back where he remained, paralyzed by Azazel's power. "Touching," he said dully, "but the boy is my son."

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Translations

1- Yes in Egyptian

2- Yes in Hebrew

3- I don't want to die!