Mom was screaming and crying as the brick went through the window. She was shouting that someone wanted to kill me. Dad did not say much as we hid far away from any window as we could. He told her that he warned her about this and things could get far worse. I glared at him thinking that it did not help to tell us that things could get far worse. It was his job as the head of the house to calm us down and to tell us that we were safe.
I sat in my own thoughts. The priest must have told the nuns who my dad was and the nuns told all the children at school to be careful around me as my real dad was the evilest dad there ever was and will be. I could not understand why people did not judge me for who I was and not who my dad was! Did people say the Stalins or Hitlers children were evil? I did not understand people's reasoning. I never even met Satan. He is an absent Dad. The fact was that I was still the same person when people did not know who my dad was. I know I had these demonic powers. I just did not exactly know how to use them.
People should not assume that I was like Satan. It was not me throwing bricks through a window!
I tried saying prayers that night, but the same happened as the last time. I couldn't breath and I ended up on the floor suffering as I tried to recite the prayers. It would be so nice if I could get the words out of my mouth. I am sure that God missed my prayers. Maybe he knew that I felt like I was dying every time I tried to say them! I couldn't even pray for help. When I stopped trying to pray, my body would relax and I slowly could breathe again. It must be my demonic side that could not allow me to pray.
I told mom and Emma that I could not pray. They both supported me and reminded me that it was the DNA in me that was acting up. God knew this and he knew that I wanted to pray to him. They both promised that they would pray for me. This made me feel better.
Dad was not that supportive. I still respected him although I knew that he was not my dad. After the brick was thrown through the wall, he said that our lives would change now. The more people that knew about me, the more that people would be afraid and even try to hurt me. He was a bit mad at mom for making the deal with Satan. Mom tried explaining that I was the best thing in her life and it was thanks to the deal. She reminded Dad that God did not help. If she did not make a deal with Satan, I would not be here.
Dad said that there must be some way we can cure me of the demonic cells in my body. If we could not cure them, then we would have to suppress them. This upset mom as she reminded him that he was not my dad and any decision would be up to her as my mother. She made it clear that she did not want him to experiment on me!
She did allow him to give me a check-up. He did what he usually did as he checked all my body as well to see if it was working the way it should. The only change that he could see was a small birthmark hidden in the back of my head. It was covered by some hair. Mom and Dad were shocked as they saw it. They said it was a birthmark that looked like “666” and this was the symbol of Satan. I did not see what the problem was as it was hidden under all my hair.
Dad finished by saying he would give me an injection that would help me breathe. He told me that it may cause some pain. He was right! The needle going in me was not that bad. However, I could feel it going through my whole body. It was like I was on fire! I screamed at the top of my voice that it hurt so much. Then I found myself levitating in the air with my arms outstretched as I screamed and was crying in pain. Then I looked at Dad and he flew against the office and was pinned against the wall while I shouted and asked him what he put in me. This made mom scream as she told me not to hurt Dad, as he was just trying to help me. I looked at my mother and somehow my dad was released from the invisible grip that had him. He fell to the floor.
I looked in a mirror that was in his office and could see myself in the middle of the air. It was like some invisible strings were holding me there. I looked a mess. You could see every vein in my body glowing a bright red making me look like some monster. There was also some steam coming from my body as if I was being boiled. What did he do to me?
I fell to the floor and everything went black.
When I woke up, I could hardly breathe. Mom was sitting at the edge of the bed and said she was so happy that I was awake. She told me that Dad was here a few hours ago and gave me an injection to help me. I looked at mom and wanted to hug her. I couldn't move a muscle in my body. I felt so weak and every inch of my body was in pain. I couldn't even tell her that I was in so much pain and felt so tired and weak. Mom could see that I was trying to tell her something. She just told me to relax and try to get better. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
The next time I was awake, Dad had a needle in his hand. He did not say anything. I looked at him and tried to beg him with my eyes to stop giving me injections. I could not say a word. He just kissed my forehead as I heard him say that it was for my own good. I went back to sleep again
Mom was sitting beside me when I woke up again. She was wiping the sweat from my forehead and saying prayers. I tried to tell her how bad I felt, but I could not even open my mouth. The only thing I knew was that I was not getting better. I felt like my body was slowly fading away. I think mom knew this as well because she was in tears as if I was already dead. I used all the energy I had to look at the wall. Mom looked at it too. Somehow the words “I'm afraid” were written on it as if I wrote it with blood. It must be a power I had as I could not have written it as I could not even move. Mom saw it as well and cried more as she told me that she was there for me.
When I woke up again, I could see that mom and dad were talking by the door. Mom was asking him why I was getting worse and worse. She said that I was on the brink of dying. Then she cried in his shoulders. Dad did not seem to be all that worried. He pointed to the wall where the words “I'm afraid” was written on it and said I still could use my demonic powers. He told mom my body was at war with my demonic cells and he was sure I would end up winning this war. I closed my eyes again as I could not stay awake.
I opened my eyes when I heard Emma screaming. She was telling this man to stop what he was doing. I then noticed a monk standing beside my bed with a dagger in his hand. He was about to stick the dagger in me. I looked at him and whispered for him to stop. The monk flew up in the air and was pinned against the ceiling. He tried to get free but he was stuck there. The dagger ended up in his shoulder and this was disgusting as his blood was dropping down on me. Emma was still screaming telling me not to kill him. I could not answer as pinning him against the ceiling was draining me of energy. Even if I wanted to, I could not kill him. Everything went black again.
I went in and out of sleep. At one stage there were police in my room. The monk was getting a bandage on as he explained that I tried to kill him. The policeman told him to get real. He could see how sick I was in bed and told the monk that I could not hurt a fly. The policeman also concluded that Emma was not strong enough to stab the monk either. The only thing the policeman could understand was that the monk broke into our house and had a dagger. The monk shouted back that he should have killed me. No child of Satan deserved to live. He told the policeman to help him kill me as I would be the damnation of the world! The policeman arrested the monk.
When everyone was gone, Emma and mom were beside me. Mom told Emma that she was afraid I did not have long again. Emma looked worried and said she did not want to miss her best friend.
“You have to tell her earthly father to stop with the injections.” Emma pleaded, “He is injecting holy water in her veins and this is killing her. What you do not understand is that Ann can control her demonic side and still be on God's side. She just needs support. She does not need people trying to kill her or torturing her. The fight against her demonic side is in her heart, where she will reject Satan, his ways and his plans.”
Mom was mad and called Dad in. She yelled at him telling him that she now knew that he had been injecting me with holy water. She told him that he was murdering me and this was after he was warned not to experiment with me. Dad tried explaining that the demonic cells in my body were like cancer. If they were not treated, they would multiply and spread. He said the only way to save my soul is to get rid of my demonic side.
Mom yelled at him and told him no more injections.
Things got better for me atter Dad stopped giving me injections. I slowly started getting my strength back and could start moving again. My veins were showing less and less and my eyes went back to normal. My recovery took three weeks, but I was once again starting to smile. Emma came every day and she reminded me that only my good heart would defeat the demonic side of me. I was so glad she was my friend. She accepted me the way I was and helped me stay good. Emma also saved my life!
When I was back to normal, I went down to Dad's office. He did not speak to me in 3 weeks. Mom was still mad at him and they no longer spoke together. He was not my real dad, and he did nearly kill me. But I knew that he loved me and wanted me to be normal like any other teen.
“I felt so helpless,” he explained, “ I could see that you were becoming more and more demonic and I was afraid you would be evil and end up hurting someone or causing the end of mankind.”
“You and mom raised me well,” I answered, “I accept that Satan is my father, but this does not mean that I have to be like him. You and mom raised me to be good, compassionate and not evil. I have a good heart and I will strive to be a good person. I will turn my back on what Satan stands for. I am not on his team of fallen angels. I hope you can see that I have a good heart and this is because of how I was raised. I am a good person!”
Dad just sighed and said I was becoming stronger as a demon every day and logic showed the demonic side would take over. He whispered that I needed help.
Shortly after this, Emma visited me and told me that the Bishop would be sending someone to try and kidnap me and send me to the Vatican. She explained that the Vatican wanted to control me because I was the child of Satan. Emma begged me to be careful and not get into cars with strangers. I just laughed and asked her how she even knew that Dad was injecting me with holy water and how did she know that the bishop wanted to kidnap me. She must be having some weird dreams.
I quickly forgot about Emma's warning.
Emma and I were going for a walk one day when this van stopped and 5 men forced us in the van. They quickly put handcuffs on us. One of the men was a priest and the others looked like monks. The priest warned us not to try anything and just come along with the ride with them. I must admit that I was afraid. I was also worried about Emma. Why did she have to be kidnapped?
I begged that they let Emma go free as she was not involved in this. This made the priest mad as he told me to shut my mouth and not tempt him. This made me laugh as he thought I was tempting him. How could the release of Emma be a bad idea? It was me that they were after.
“ Release Emma or you will all be so sorry you did not!” I warned them,
It seems like the priest wanted to fight as he took this small bottle of holy water and splashed it on us. I screamed in pain and noticed that the handcuffs were now glowing red until they fell off my hands. The 5 men flew back and were pinned against the side of the van. At the same time, the van came to a sudden stop. We all flew as the van suddenly stopped.
! quickly realized what was happening as everyone was moaning in pain. I asked Emma if she was ok. We quickly got out of the van as Emma shouted at them to drive away far from us as they were in danger.
Emma and I stood at the side of the road and I was silent. My best friend was telling me that no one was hurt, and we should leave it at that.
I just stood silent as I looked at the van drive away. I was mad. I always had a bad temper but never when I had demonic powers. Emma was telling me that my eyes were now red and begged me to calm down.
“I have been good.” I whispered, “People could not see this. They only see me as Satan's daughter. The priest told everyone! I did not harm anyone about this. I did not harm the school because they expelled me. I did not kill the monk that wanted to stab me to death. I even forgave Dad because he tried to kill me. Why won't they leave me alone? Why do they want to hurt me? Maybe they need an answer from me.”
Emma was now pleading with me and telling me that I still was an angel and could use my powers to do good. She reminded me that I had a choice. She was right about this! In my head, I was thinking I had to show people to leave me alone. I looked at the van, and the van suddenly was on fire and exploded after a few seconds. I collapsed to the ground. I knew that I had crossed a line there and then. Now 5 people were burnt to death because of my powers.
I turned around to explain this to Emma, but she was gone. I shouted her name and told her that I had to do it. There was no answer.
I went home and the news was on TV that the bishops van was found. One priest and 4 monks survived the van when it suddenly exploding and they were now in a critical condition at the hospital. I felt quite relieved as it meant that I did not kill them.
Dad asked me was I involved in this, but I just answered that I was tired and needed to get some sleep.
I slept well, but when I woke up, I was not in my bed. I was in the basement in a circle drawn on the floor. Around me were 4 crosses. They were blinding me and I was on my hands and knees shouting for mom to help me. She did not know I was in the basement. I heard a voice saying she was at the Church praying for me.
I looked up and saw Dad standing there. He told me that he would drive Satan out of me. He knew I was involved with the van and asked me was I close to killing someone with my powers. I screamed as he threw holy water against me and started shouting at Satan to leave my body. I screamed and begged him to leave me alone. I told him that I was getting weak and the holy water burnt me. He just answered and said he was my dad, and knew best.
“YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER,” I shouted. “YOU ARE A WEAK IMPOSTER. YOU ARE THE EVIL ONE CAUSING PAIN ON ME. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT ME. YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER. SATAN IS MY FATHER! AVE SATANAS!”
Dad now was pinned against the ground as one cross flew and went through his arm pinning him down. Another cross went through his leg. The third cross went through his stomach and the last went through his shoulder.
I stumbled from the circle and knelt beside him. I was crying. What did I do? I tried to be rational and tell him I would ring for an ambulance. Dad was breathing unsteadily when he held my hand and told me it was too late. He smiled that he was my first victim. He forgave me. He whimpered that he only was trying to help me. I was now kneeling in his blood as he was in so much pain. I did not like to see him in pain and have a slow death. My powers helped this, as I was soon holding him as his body was consumed by flames.
I heard mom come down and yell what was going on. She was quiet when she saw me hold the burning body of dad and not getting burnt myself. I looked at her and said, “I done this. I killed him”
Mom took me away from the body and tried to persuade me that it was self-defense. She told me we would act as if nothing happened. We would tell people that Dad left us.
Mom tried her best that we lived a normal life after that. She taught me at home and reminded me that I should strive to be good. I was not happy. Everyone wanted me dead and 5 people were in the hospital and dad was buried in the basement. I kept asking myself if I could have done something else. I had no answer.
The worse was that I did not see Emma after the van exploding. I really missed her, so it was a relief when she came to visit me a few weeks after.
She told me that she had something important to tell me.
“I have not been honest,” she told me, “ My mother is not really my mother. She was a nun and her job was to act like my mother. You see, I am an angel. God sent me to you because he knew that you were Satan's daughter. My job was to let you know that this did not matter to God. He still loves you. I was to help you to remember you have a good heart and you could choose to serve God and use your powers for good!”
Emma was an angel?
“ I tried my best, but I have failed. I tried to help when you blew up the van. I used my powers to save the men in the van. However, I know what you did to your dad. You murdered a person and I know this is eating you alive. You are at a crossroads now. Will you be evil or good? Remember that I will always be your friend and God loves you!”
Emma was an angel?
God loved me?
To be continued
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