An ambulance stopped in to front of the emergency room doors. Paramedics rushed out with a gurney while a person clung to life. He stood there watching. The bustle of people walking in and out. He didn't know why he was here. He wasn't sick. He wasn't injured. But something compelled him to come here. A presence of unimaginable power was drawing him here.

He walked through the doors. The bright lights blinded him. The sick people in the waiting room made him feel ill. He wanted to turn and run. But he had to be here. He started down the hallway.

A hand fell across his chest. "Sorry pal, you can't go in there." A security guard was holding him back. He sighed and looked at the ground. His long dirty, black hair fell into his eyes.

"Sorry." He said quietly and turned to leave the hospital.

"Do you need help?" The security guard said to him.

He looked at the guard. "More than you know." Fire flashed across his eyes.

The guard screamed. People looked. The man turned and walked out of the hospital.

**Persephone*

I could hear my baby cooing. Slowly I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred. I sat up. The room was quiet. I had been asleep for a few hours. I still felt pain.

"It's about time you woke up." A voice said. It was smooth English accented voice. He wore a suit of black as he sat in a chair near my bed. In his arms was my newborn son. He smiled at the baby.

"Dad." I said happily. Tears filled my eyes. "When did you get here?"

My father held Tristan with such care and such love. He had a hard time looking at me. "A few minutes ago." He cooed at the baby. My heart was filled with such happiness.

"I thought you didn't like kids."

He laughed. "I don't. But this one is alright."

"Thanks." I watched as the Devil himself cradled my newborn baby in his arms. Happiness across his face. This looked nothing like the fabled Devil we were all taught to fear. This was a man bathing in the joy of holding his grandchild. "The nurses let you take him out of the nursery?"

He shrugged. "With a little persuasion."

"Can I have my baby, please?"

He sighed and looked up at me. "If you insist." Carefully he stood up. I held out my arms as he placed the tiny infant in my arms. Tristan moved around as bit. He opened his eyes. I kissed his tiny little head. My dad stood there over us.

A few minutes later Bryan walked into the room. He had a soda cup in his hand. He stopped when he noticed my father standing there. "Lucifer." My husband smiled and walked over to my father. He set his cup down. "When did you get in."

He and Bryan exchanged a guy hug. My dad straightened his jacket. "Oh a few minutes ago." He kept glancing at me and the baby. "Oh I have something for you." He walked to the chair and picked up a bag. He pulled out a brown teddy bear. It had little devil horns on its head. He handed it to me. I laughed.

"This is cute." I said to him. He smiled and pulled something else out of the bag. It was a black metal box. Skulls adorned it. It looked like it had been forged in Hell. He held it to Bryan.

Bryan hesitated to take it. He looked at me for a second than back at my father. "This is for me."

My father nodded. "Yes."

Bryan took the box from my father. He looked at it skeptically. To me it looked like Pandora's box. "What is it?"

My father chuckled. "You look positively terrified. Don't worry there are no demons hidden inside."

Bryan set it next to his soda cup. "Uh thank you." He said hesitantly.

"I wasn't at your wedding to walk my daughter down the aisle and give her away. This is to make up for it. That box contains my greatest treasure. And I am giving it to you."

"Me?" Bryan looked at the box. I could see his mind trying to work out what could possibly be inside.

"Yes. You Bryan. I believe you are worthy." My father smiled. He walked back to my side. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I have to go. I'll be back later."

I frowned. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry. I'll be back." He patted Bryan on the shoulder and left the room.

Bryan sat down next to me. His eyes on the black box. He leaned forward and put his hands on it. I laughed.

"I don't think it will bite, Bryan." I did have to admit. The box did look rather scary. Even I was at a loss as to what could possibly be in the box. I had no idea what my father meant by his greatest treasure. It could be anything.

"Are you sure?" He laughed nervously. He picked up the box. I watched as he fumbled for minute with the lock. He then opened it. A hiss erupted from it. The lights in the room flickered. I saw his eyes widen as he looked in it. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out a photo from the box. He smiled and handed it to me.

It was a photo of my father holding me as a baby. It was almost identical to the scene I had witnessed of him holding Tristan. Tears welled up in my eyes. I held my son closer to me. Bryan was reading something he found in the box. It looked like a letter. He had a huge smile on his face. When he was done he looked at me.

"What does it say?" I said to him.

"Here, I'll trade you." I let him take the baby while he handed me the letter.

I began to read it and more tears fell down my cheeks.

My greatest treasure. I bet you were expecting gold or silver. Something like a diamond as big as your fist. Something divine like the Holy Grail. Or nails from the cross.

Sadly no. This box does not actually contain the treasure, for my greatest treasure is not something you can find in a box. You will find the treasure pictured in my arms.

I named her Persephone. She is my light. In the Greek myths she was the one that brought spring back to the earth. The flowers bloom. New life is born. The sun greets the snow covered fields.

In all of my life as the Lord of Hell I was associated with all the evils. All of the ugliness of the human race. I was blamed for all of their ills. But now. Now I have created something of beauty. Something of love. She is perfect in every way.

I only ask that you take great care of her. Do not ever make her cry in pain. Never raise a hand to her. Don't break her heart.

I hope you treasure her as much as I do.

I looked up from the letter. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. "Wow." I said. Bryan nodded and looked down at our son.

"I can understand how he feels. Well, except for the being the Lord of Hell part."

We laughed together. We sat there together enjoying the new life we had brought forth into the world. Nothing could break the joy and happiness of this moment.

He stood outside of the hospital. Watching as a tall, lanky man in a black suit walked out the door. The man stopped to light up a cigarette. He looked up at the sky while puffing away on the cigarette. Then he dropped it and stamped it out. He hailed a cab and got in.

He watched as the cab drove towards him. He was standing on the sidewalk. As it passed he locked eyes with the man in the black suit. He had found Him The one he had been searching for.