My life changed a lot since I found out that I was the daughter of Satan. People expected that I was dangerous to the world. They thought I was evil and wanted to lock me away and some even wanted to kill me! The threats to my life and the daily danger changed me. I was no longer the innocent teenager I once was. I now was a murderer, as I killed my earthly father. I know it was in self-defense, but still, it was a major thing that showed me how my powers can hurt others.
I was lucky that Emma was on my side. I knew now that she was one of God's angels and her job was to help me understand that I do not have to be like my Dad. She wanted me to stay as God's friend and she only wanted the best from me. I had both Emma and my mother on my side. They knew that Satan was my dad and was not afraid of me. They could see the good in me.
I was in doubt if killing Dad was good or not. I did it while he was hurting me with holy water and torturing me. He could not see the good in me. Killing him was the only option I had, as he nearly killed me twice! I knew I used my powers when I was mad and in pain. I really did not think. I just wanted him to stop hurting me. This made me think that I needed to control my temper. I needed to think before I used the powers. The big question is what would I do when people tried to hurt me?
I tried being better and remembering that I was a child of God. I tried to help mom as much as I could at home. I spent lots of time at Emma's house and even helped her mom do housework. Emma was giving me exercises to do to control my temper, like trying to breathe slowly and think of nice things.
We also practiced with my powers. This made me very happy as I could do incredible things with them, like make a flower grow and bloom. I could also make things move. Doing chores was now easy as I just had to sit down and think and I could see the furniture being dusted by itself, or the vacuum cleaner doing its work by itself or dishes washing by themselves. I just had to command things to do things. Emma was right, I could use my powers for good.
So after I killed dad, I decided I would be good and mom and Emma done everything they could to help me. I was happy as I was discovering that despite I had demonic powers, my powers could be used for good things. No one was trying to hurt me and I could live the life I wanted without people judging me or trying to kill me.
This only lasted for a few weeks.
One day, when I came home from Emma's house, I could see that mom was sad. I could see that she was crying. I asked her what the problem was.
“The priest was here,” she explained, “ He wanted to tell me how dangerous you were, despite me telling him how good you have been. He explained that you had evil in you and this needed to be driven out before it was too late. He wants to do a ritual that will drive the demon side out of you. Its called an exorcism.”
“ I saw that film!” I replied, “ It was scary!”
“ I do not know much about it. I refused to let him do it, but then he blackmailed me. He told me that the church would tell everyone that you are Satan's daughter, and this would mean that so many people would try to kill you. On top of that, he said the Church would excommunicate me, which means kick me out of the church and damn my soul to eternity in hell.”
At first, I wanted to tell the priest where he could shove his blackmail and threats up. However, I did not want thousands of people to try and kill me or even judge me. I could see that mom was also afraid. I knew she loved the Church and it would destroy her if she was kicked out. The future did not look bright with this threat.
I told mom that we should do what the exorcism. She asked me did I really want this as it could be a painful experience. I nodded and told her how worse it can be than her husband tried to do with me. Besides that, we had no alternative. If I did not agree, then there would be a constant hunt against me.
What I did not tell mom is that I would clench my teeth and pretend that any demonic spirit was driven out of me. I would fake it so the priest thought that his exorcism worked and he would believe that he healed me. Then the Church would be satisfied and I would not be hunted by crazy people.
Mom and I went to the Church. I could feel myself get weaker the closer we got to it. As we arrived at the door, the priest had to pick me up and lift me in the church. I tried my best to fight the blinding light from his cross and all the religious symbols. I could hear the priest tell my mom to wait outside in the church garden and pray for me. I wanted my mom to stay with me. However, the priest was in charge now. I was carried down in a dark basement in a dark room with a bed.
The priest strapped me down on the bed and told me that he could see that I needed help.
I was helpless as the priest started to pray and then call a lot of Saints names. He started to throw holy water against me and show the cross. I was weak but I managed to scream a lot and try to move around on the bed. I cried out that it hurt and begged for the priest to stop. He just continued.
The priest shouted, “I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all your minions now attacking this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgment, that you tell me by some sign your name and the day and hour of your departure. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions. “
He laid his hand on my forehead and removed it quickly as it was burnt. The priest was brave, as he wrapped his hand in some cloth and continued. He read some passages from the Bible as I was screaming for him to stop.
“ I cast you out, unclean spirit, along with every Satanic power of the enemy, every specter from hell, and all your fell companions; in the name of our Lord Jesus +Christ. Begone and stay far from this creature of God.+ For it is He who commands you, He who flung you headlong from the heights of heaven into the depths of hell. It is He who commands you, He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm. Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan, you enemy of the faith, you foe of the human race, you begetter of death, you robber of life, you corrupter of justice, you root of all evil and vice; seducer of men, betrayer of the nations, instigator of envy, font of avarice, fomenter of discord, author of pain and sorrow. Why, then, do you stand and resist, knowing as you must that Christ the Lord brings your plans to nothing? Fear Him, who in Isaac was offered in sacrifice, in Joseph sold into bondage, slain as the paschal lamb, crucified as man, yet triumphed over the powers of hell. Begone, then, in the name of the Father, + and of the Son, + and of the Holy + Spirit. Give place to the Holy Spirit by this sign of the holy + cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit, God, forever and ever.”
I screamed as high as I could as my body tried to get free. After he read this passage, I collapsed. I took whatever strength I could gather and looked at him with the most innocent face I could and told him I could feel the spirit leave me and thanked the priest. I asked him if I could see my mother.
The priest looked at me and threw holy water on me again. My skin was now burning as he said that I could not deceive him. He started with the ritual again.
I was now in more pain than I ever was The pain was driving me crazy and I could feel that I lifted the bed off the ground and was floating in the air as the priest continued his ritual. I screamed and told him enough was enough. He was killing me. In the end, I was so weak that I could hardly breathe.
Everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in another room. A very handsome man was sitting beside me and looking down at me. I asked him where I was and who he was.
“I am your father.” he said, “ Yes, I am Satan and you are now in my mansion in hell. The priest has weakened you so much that you are now in a coma.”
“You are evil and want me to be evil” I shouted at him, “ Everyone thinks I will destroy the world and be as evil as you! Everyone wants to kill me!”
“ This is because they do not know better,” he explained, “ Sure I am not God's friend and people think this makes me evil. I just do not agree with him. He has so many rules and regulations, that people feel guilty no matter what they do. God says he wants peace and yet so many wars have been in his name.”
“if you are not evil, what are you?”
“ I will explain that to you in time,” Satan explained, “ but being my daughter is not bad. You have the power to make the world a better place. Of course, people will want to kill you, but you have the power to defend yourself and make sure they don't hurt you again. Defending yourself cannot be evil!”
I woke up and found myself back on the bed strapped in. I must have dreamt that I met Satan. The priest noticed that I was awake and started reciting the prayers again. I screamed so much that the straps that held me down were now on fire, allowing me to sit upon the bed. I was too weak to stand.
Then Satan himself appeared in the room. He shouted at the priest and told him to leave his daughter in peace. Satan must have been mad because his appearance changed. He now looked like the red goat-man we see in pictures with horns and hoofs. Satan asked the priest how he could be so foolish as to try and drive the demon out of me. He laughed and said I was his daughter and I was a demon!
He picked me up and carried me out of the church. As we walked out, there was fire everywhere and the Church was collapsing. It was like there was a shield around us as I did not feel the heat. I was not hit by the falling debris. It was just like that nightmare I had so many times. I was being carried out of a collapsing church that was engulfed in flames. I knew the priest and his helpers were now dead under the debris while I was unharmed.
Satan put me down on the ground and told me that now we can talk properly.
“ People are afraid of me because I rejected God, and I am proud that I did. What has God done for me or mankind? He expects to be worshipped and adored and yet he has not paid attention to his creation in a long time. God has gone on a long holiday leaving mankind to their own fate.”
“ God sent us his son,” I said
“ True as I send you. It is true that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, but really, how much of a sacrifice was this? Jesus knew that he would rise again, so he did not have to be afraid. Jesus did start a church, but that Church has split into so many pieces because they do not know God and God expects them to guess. Besides that, the church of God is responsible for the worse human injustices and wars in history”
“ Why can't I pray to God?” She asked
“ This is your demon side. Besides that, what good does it do to pray? Does God actually answer you? No, he does not! Why? He does not listen or does he care. It is one-way communication.”
“Why do people say you are evil?”
“ They believe that God is good and I must be evil. I do not believe in sin and I do not burden my followers with rules and regulations. Everything is allowed unless it hurts another person. We did kill some priests when the church collapsed. That was not evil. It was self-defense!”
My real father carried me to mom, that was in the garden looking at the ruins of the Church. He handed me to my mom and told her to take care of me.
I regained my strength by now as we silently walked home. Mom wanted to know what happened in the Church and why was it leveled to the ground. She wanted to know if I hurt the priests. I did not reply. I was in a good mood for some reason. I just met my real Dad. He was Satan himself, yet he accepted me for what I was and I remembered that he had an arm around me when he was explaining things. He did not want people to hurt me and he protected me.
I was taken away from my thoughts when I heard mom scream. A car was speeding towards us and I could see that a nun was inside holding a cross in her hand. She was driving as quick as she could towards mom and me. It was obvious that she wanted to run us over. After a quick sigh, I looked at the car and it turned right and drove into a tree. The car exploded.
Mom was in shock and shouted at me that there was no need to kill the person in the car. I stood there looking at the flames and smiled. That nun wanted to kill me. She got what she deserved. I did not sin or do something wrong. I was protecting myself. This must show everyone that wanted to kill me that I would protect myself and they would end up as Martyrs.
My real dad was right. I was not bad. I was just protecting myself. Where was God? Was he telling nuns and priests to kill me? I would not allow this!
I WAS THE DAUGHTER OF SATAN!
Just as I thought this, I felt a needle in my arm, I knew the feeling, Someone injected me with holy water while I was looking at the burning car. The holy water did its job. I collapsed and everything went black.
To be continued
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