Author's Note: I realize this story is going off in ten thousand different directions. Believe me. There Is a method to my madness. I hope. Oh and thank you for the reviews. I appreciate them. I appreciate everyone reading this and fueling my muse. Even if my muse is completely freaking nuts.

I stormed right up to the entrance of the church. Placed my hand on the door handle and then I stopped myself. Isaiah stood behind me quietly. I was about to enter a church with a wanted man. A man wanted by both humans and Heaven. I was disobeying God himself. I sighed. I had to be rational. Doing something stupid would cost me everything.

I glanced back at Isaiah. "Am I doing the right thing?"

He shrugged. "What is the right thing?"

I wanted to rip Pastor Gordon to shreds. I wanted him to suffer. I had to quiet my Devil half. It was something I had done my entire life. Keep my two sides from fighting. I had to quiet the storm within. My Angel and human sides had to work together to maintain peace. Finally finding calm I opened the door and went into the church.

"The Devil walks among us." Pastor Gordon professed from the pulpit. "I have seen him in the flesh. We must be strong in our faith." He certainly recovered well from the other night. He paused when he noticed Isaiah and I enter the church.

We sat on a pew in the back. I stared directly at the man. I noted fear in him. But he began speaking again. "Beware of his influence. Beware of his minions who walk among us." The last part he said directly to us. I did my best to remain calm. He continued with his sermon.

Isaiah sat watching the pastor with fascination. He was nervously smoothing his suit. His knee twitching up and down. He wasn't used to be around so many people. He had told me he had heard voices. I assumed them to be the same ones I heard. There were times I had heard them tell me to do something against everything I believe in. Like when my father and I had gone to Stu Mannon to confront him about my mother.

The pastor finished his sermon and excused the parishioners. As people filed out I sat in the pew. Isaiah was getting increasingly agitated. I put my hand on his shoulder. I did my best to calm him. Like I had back Riker's. "Patience brother."

He nodded. His knee stopped jerking. But he still seemed agitated.

I got up and started towards the pulpit. The pastor noticed and quickly scurried into a door near the stage. I quickened my pace. A man stood in front of me. He was an older man. "Can I help you"

My anger was reaching a boiling point. But I repressed it. I held it back. "Yes, I just want to speak with the Pastor."

He folded his arms. He glared at us. "He's busy."

"Please. I really need to speak with him."

Of course. Right this way. I said in my head.

"Of course. Right this way." He said and lead us to the door. He opened it. There was a nice office on the other side of it.

"Thank you." I said as we entered the office. Pastor Gordon was sitting behind a large wooden desk. He was on the phone. He seemed oblivious to Isaiah and I entering the room. We silently made our way towards him.

He finally noticed us and put the phone down. He swallowed hard. Guilt spread across his eyes. I just smiled at him. "Hello Pastor. What a great sermon. I was really moved."

His eyes narrowed. "Really? You liked it."

"Sure. Nothing like a little bit of fire and brimstone talk to get the old blood flowing on a Sunday morning. The devil walks among us. Oh how right you are."

"What do you want?"

I could hear fear in the man's voice. He was trying to come off as confident. "Oh I think you know."

He shifted in his chair. He eyed Isaiah. Then turned his attention back to me. "I really don't. Now if you excuse me I have work to do."

I leveled my gaze at the man. "What is it you desire, Pastor?" I could feel his desires brimming at the surface of his mind. I used mine to draw them out. Just like my father had taught me.

His brown eyes looked into mine dead on. "To rid the world of evil." He shook his head. He wasn't sure how that came out. I just kept my gaze upon him. "How are you doing that?"

"It's a gift I received from my Dad. Now you are going to tell me where my baby is."

"You are nuts. Now get out of here before I call the cops." He stood up and walked around the desk. He walked past me.

Isaiah moved to stand in front of him. "Answer my sister's question,"

The pastor gasped. I could see him murmuring a prayer as he looked between us. "Satan will not win here."

I stood next to my brother. "Just tell us where Tristan is and no one will get hurt."

"I don't have him." He headed to the door. He quickened his pace. We followed him out into the auditorium of the church. "Now get away from me."

The anger was rising again. Isaiah stepped towards him. He had that look in his eyes. The same one he had at the psych ward. I put my hand on his shoulder. This was my fight. He frowned. I was happy he was willing to help. He sighed and stayed where he was.

I approached the trembling pastor. "Tell me where Tristan is. We saw your wife leaving my building with him."

He stopped. "We took him some place safe. Away from you and your Devil father."

I couldn't contain it any longer. I felt a growl erupt from within. The ground shook as I projected it outward. Fire erupted in the church. The immediate danger of being struck down by my Grandfather was put out of my mind. The pastor backed up as I approached. I felt the fire in my eyes. H

He screamed. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" I walked slowly towards the man. He fell to the ground. I stood over him. "TELL ME!" I yelled louder. The stained glass windows shattered. The few people in the church had run outside.

The pastor trembled. Tears fell down his face. "Oh lord protect me. Please save me."

I leaned down and picked the man up. He was light. IT wasn't hard. I held him close to my face. He struggled to get out of my grip. But my angel strength was too much for him.

"Please don't hurt me."

"Tell me where my son is." I growled through my teeth. The church shook violently. I could smell the fire all around us. Then the sprinkler system kicked in as the fire alarms went off. The fear in the man's eyes fed my anger. All my life I had managed to keep myself from fully using my power. I had been able to keep it contained. Even in the battlefields of Iraq I had been able to quiet my power. I used it rarely. But right now my mind was not rational. I was not myself.

"PERSEPHONE!"

I heard Bryan's voice call down the aisle. I didn't take my eyes off of the pastor. MY hands moved to his neck.

"PERSI. STOP!" Bryan pleaded. I glanced at him. He had his gun on me. "Please don't make me shoot you."

I felt the fire die down. I looked at my husband. Wild fear was across his face. I couldn't believe he had his gun on me. I dropped the pastor. He fell and cowered. I stepped away from him. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'm sorry." The building stopped shaking. The fires were dying down from the water raining down on the church.

Bryan lowered his gun. He put his hand on my arm. "God dammit Persi. What are you trying to do?" He said angrily. "You know you can't do this. Killing this man will not get Tristan back. Do you want to go to jail?"

"No. You are right." I walked past him and towards the doors. Isaiah walked quietly behind me. I could hear the pastor talking to Bryan.

I walked outside towards my car. My father was leaning against it smoking a cigarette. He watched my brother and I approach. He took a drag. We were both soaked from the sprinklers. The alarms in the church were still ringing. "Burning down a church. Are you trying to get on your Grandfather's bad side?" He said smoothly.

I was already there. I was surprised that I hadn't been struck down yet. What was he waiting for? I was ready for my punishment. I never should have come here. But my desire to find my child was taking over my rational thought.

"We were just trying to find Tristan." Isaiah chimed in.

"Oh I understand." My father flicked the cigarette away. He looked over my brother. "That suit is ruined. Dry clean only." I shook my head. MY father was worried about a suit.

"Really Dad?"

"It was an expensive suit."

I heard footsteps approaching us. I turned to look at Bryan. Anger was spread across his face. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. "Well, pastor Gordon wants to press charges. Arson and assault."

I looked at my husband. "I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that Persi." He turned away from me.

I moved myself to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly. I tried the diplomatic approach. I just want to find Tristan." I cried. Tears fell down my cheeks. "What are we going to do?"

My husband sighed. "We are going to find our son. He held up a wet booklet. This is the directory of the church. Gordon said Tristan is with a parishioner but he didn't specify which one."

I sighed relief. Was my husband really overlooking the fact that I went nearly burned down the church? Almost killed a man. And brought along a dangerous escaped mental patient.

"So, you aren't arresting me"

"No." He said. I knew it went against everything he stood for. "We need to find Tristan."

Firetrucks arrived. Other police arrived. Bryan looked at us. "You guys head on home. Can't have him here." He gestured to Isaiah. "I need to try and explain this the best I can."

I nodded. MY father and brother got in my car. We headed for home. I noticed storm clouds gathering over us. God was angry. I knew I was pushing it. I heard thunder clap. My father looked up. He didn't say anything. We just rode quietly through the storm.