What is it makes a man a man? Is it his origins or how things start? Something harder to describe? It's an age old question. One that has been given many answers but two were the most common that I heard. The first being that it's how a person was born or made. They say that the fallen angel Lucifer would claim that God made him the sinful creature that he was. That it was his fault that he truned out the way he did. But the second answer was that it's a person's chocies that defines who they are. That Lucifer chose to turn against God therefore he broguht his fate onto himself. I myself always belived the second answer but this isn't about what I believe makes a person who they are. This is about what my children believed defined who they were. But before I continue any further I should probably introduce myself to you all.

My name is Solomon Karras. I was born in the states but my family originated from Greece. I grew up in a very strict Vatican where I was trained to become an exorcist, training along with me was Dominik Pentious. We both lost our parents to the same accident and found each other being brought into the same church and trained in the same classes so naturally he was my best friend. However we were quite different in personality and talents. In our youth I behaved very childishly while he was the more mature one. When it came to our studies he was a wiz with science, mathematics, and machinery while I excelled in literature, history, and spirituality. He took his vow of celibacy very seriously while I had trouble resisting a pretty face. But I think the biggest difference between us was that I could admit when I was wrong but he always seemed to have too much pride. Still he was one of the two most important people in my youthful days.

The other important person would be Magdalene Devereaux. She was in the Vatican training to become a nun meaning like myself she was expected to never marry and remain chaste. I respected her obligation to do so but Magdalene was such a beautiful woman. Not only beautiful but bright and kind, she never once hesitated to show anyone compassion and she understood that no one was without sin so she never judged me or anyone else who made a mistake. How could I not fall in love with her? But alas my love was to remain secret and never be acted upon.

When we graduated from our studies the three of us traveled the world performing exorcisms and doing missionary work. Our goals were to spread the word of God while eliminating demons and other supernatural beings of Satan. Pentious and I slayed many atrocities swiftly and successfully. We were the best in the business, we saved many lives and expanded the lord's faith. Unfortunately when you choose to live a life that serves God the world will subject you to hardship and Pentiuos faced a terrible one. We were in Iraq when he was captured by Muslim terrorists and he was missing for a whole year. By the time we found him he had spent that entire year suffering endless torture at the hands of his captors. What they did to him caused him to not only lose his mind but his faith as well.

He spoke of how God was nothing more than an egotistical hypocrite who used us as pawns in a sick game. That he had ignored Pentious cries for help during his torment thus convincing him that the lord had no real love for us. Pentious then angrily declared there was no real goodness in the world. Not in heaven and not on earth and of course not in hell. He said the three kingdoms needed to be destroyed and re-created into a new Eden. The Vatican called him mad which spurred his already unstable mind further, I tried to reason with him but he wouldn't listen. He left the Vatican but vowed to create his Eden. Magdalene and I both searched for Pentious but it was like he had completely vanished. We were forced to believe that we would never see him again which crushed me very much.

We continued our work without him but as the years went on Magdalene found herself feeling sympathetic to the demons I destroyed. She understood that what I did was for the best but she just couldn't bear to see anyone suffer, good or evil. Then one day when I was doing a job in Russia a sudden earthquake took place and a building was about to collapse on her but she was saved by the whim of the demon I was pursuing. This convinced her that some demons had potential for goodness so when I captured the demon she begged me to spare his life. She proposed a less violent method and suggested that we try to redeem him. I thought her idea was total nonsense but for her sake I agreed to give the little heathen a chance.

He called himself Husk and he was secretly held prisoner in the Vatican. Every day Magdalene would visit him and try to reform him. She kept a diary of Husks's behaviour and responses to her teachings. In time she became fond of him and I could tell that Husk in turn became fond of her. She insisted that he was changing for the better but I didn't believe it. I didn't believe that there was anything good about demons. Of course who could blame me, considering the kind of damage those creatures did? Nearly every demon I ever faced was heartless and vile, the worst of them all had been Beelzebub. The first demon created by Satan. He was sadistic and lacked any empathy with a sick desire to hurt God in anyway he could and he did that by targeting those loyal to our lord.

His cruelest act happened twenty-six years ago. Our church was under attack by Beelzebub's demonic henchmen who were killing exorcists left and right. Magdalene and I were in the church when I was suddenly overcome by a sensation so painful that I blacked out and became comatose for a week. When awoke I learned the most horrible news ever. Beelzebub had somehow gotten into the church and raped Magdalene, and she was so ashamed by what had happened that she fled the Vatican with Husk. It was the most dreadful thing that I had ever heard. A filthy demon had forced the woman I loved into having sexual intercourse with him. It enraged me to know that she had been subjected to such evil.

For ten months I searched and searched for her. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, all I could do was search and pray that I would somehow find her. Then at long last God answered my prayers. I learned that Magdalene had recently been abducted by a cult and that they were holding her at an abandoned monastery on a mountain up North. A monastery which centuries ago had been built in order to hide the mysterious and forbidden gateway to hell. This cult had actually been looking for that gateway and to find it they had committed numerous attacks and theft of government weapons thus making them an enemy of both church and state.

Their recent attack was a local orphanage. They had killed all the adults, spared all the children, but kidnapped a newborn girl. There was very little information to be found about her. She had not even been named yet. All we could find in the files was that she was the unplanned child of an unknown father and a street woman called Lilith. Her mother had left her at that orphanage shortly after she was born and that was pretty much all there was to it.

Doing further digging we learned that this cult now harbored two paranormal beings capable of causing mass destruction. One capable creating powerful flames the other capable of shaking the earth's core, it was decided that they had to be destroyed. I was chosen to join the government soldiers sent to shut down this cult and rescue Magdalene along with the stolen child but I was also under orders to slay these two destructive paranormal beings that resided in this cult.

"You will know the first one because it will be surrounded in a white flame." The head of the Vatican had instructed me. "You will know the second one by it's blood red eyes."

With that information given I grabbed my equipment, my bible, and went to join the soldiers. I was twenty-eight at the time and I thought that I knew everything there was to know about the world. I thought that anything that had to do with demons and hell was always evil. I never thought there could be anything complex to those creatures. But that night when I came for my beautiful Magdalene I realized that there was so much more to what I thought I knew. It was on that very night that my life changed forever.

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"Your men will need these." Solomon said handing a cross to the colonel once they reached the top of the mountain.

"Forget the cross!" The colonel replied before handing him a gun. "You're gonna need one of these!"

"No thank you I brought my own." Solomon pulled a specially designed pistol from his coat pocket. "Now Colonel, tell me do you and your men have any experience in taking down a cult?"

"No and if you ask me we're wasting our time up here. There's nothing on this island except rocks and sheep."

"Not rocks, ruins. The remains of this church has a connection to the gateway that stands between the boundaries of our world and many others."

"What a load of crap!" The colonel said. "Hell, a week ago, I never even heard the word parabnormal."

"Paranormal." Solomon corrected.

"Whatever! Why are you even on this mission?"

"Because your men know nothing about what you're going up against and this cult you're tracking happens to be holding a friend of mine prisoner."

"What are you talking about? There's no one up here."

Just then a loud noise caught their attention. At the center of the ruined church there were men dressed in strange robes trying to hook a machine up to a large door made of stone that had markings engraved in it.

"Well they must be here for the sheep." Solomon said sarcastically.