Mom told me to sit on my bed. She told me what she would tell me would be hard to believe. It would shock and upset me and I would find it hard to accept. So my mom reminded me that she loved me and hoped I, would forgive her.
“ I always wanted a child,” She explained, “ however when I got married to your dad, we could not have babies. It was not his fault. Your dad checked me and I could not have babies. We tried everything and we had no luck. I prayed to God over and over begging him to bless us with a child. Still, we had no luck. The more time that went, the more desperate I become. I would do anything to have a child!”
I sat in shock. I never knew that it was so hard for my parents to get me.
Mom continued, “ I wanted the child so much, that I even prayed to Satan telling him she would sell my soul to him if I had a child. Satan answered back in a dream that I could have a child, but the child would be his very own child. The baby would be mine and his. He told me I would be as famous as the mother of Jesus. I spent months thinking about Satan's offer. I did not even know if the dream was real!”
I sat a bit further from mom and hoped this story was not going where I thought it would go.
“ After that strange dream,” she said, “ I did not have sex with your dad. I had to make sure that the dream was not real. However, I was nearly crazy from the thought that I could no longer have a child. I was mad at God because he would not listen to my prayers. I was also mad at myself for being barren. I ended up breaking down and telling Satan that he had a deal!”
I asked her what she was trying to say.
“Your dad did not have sex with me,” she continued, “and after I agreed to Satan's deal, I found out that I was pregnant. The strange things that have been happening to you like being burnt by holy water and not being able to see the cross, as well as your red eyes, is a sign that you are now getting extra powers as the child of Satan.”
“Are you saying that Dad is not my Dad, but my real Dad is Satan himself?”
“ Yes”
This was too much for me to accept. I was mad at my mom for having Satan himself as my dad. How would I ever become a nun now? I shouted at my mother to get out of my room and to leave me alone.
So many emotions went through me. I always considered myself one of God's special friends and now I was told that my Dad was Satan! I was mad as this was a big thing for me to accept. I lost my temper over the whole thing. I was screaming and yelling that this cannot be happening. It could not be the truth. I could not be the daughter of God's greatest enemy. I screamed and screamed while tugging at my hair.
I did not realize that my anger and desperation turned my eyes red and things were flying by themselves in my room. It must have looked like something from Harry Potter. All my books were being flung across the room by me just thinking of it. The bed was floating in the air and ended halfways out the window. My clothes were racing around the room in a circle. Toys were flying. I could hear mom and Dad knocking at the door asking what I was doing. I shouted for them to leave me alone and continued screaming. The dresser moved across the room and was against the door. In the end, I just collapsed and fell asleep on the floor.
When I woke up, I heard the door is knocking. It was Emma saying that she needed to speak with me. I asked her did she hear that I am Satan's Child? This made me a demon and part of the evilness in the world. She kept on asking to come in, but I just told her to leave me alone.
I was there for the next few days. My bedroom looked like it was hit by a hurricane and I was surprised that I destroyed it without lifting a finger. I was afraid if Emma or mom was here, that I would hurt them. This must have been very possible, as I did have some Satanic powers. I kept on thinking if this meant that now I had to hate God and be evil. If I was evil, I could never live with myself. I did not want to make people suffer. Up to now, I wanted to be a nun and dedicate my life to Jesus and help the people that needed help.
What did being the daughter of Satan mean? I realized that it gave me powers that would scare anyone and even hurt people. From what I heard, Satan had no compassion or love in him. His hatred of God consumed him. Just like I was getting his powers, I would also slowly turn to an evil girl and join the fight against good. It's like an apple rotting. The apple looks nice at the start, but slowly it becomes uglier and uglier. When people knew I was Satan's child, they would hate me.
I would hate myself.
After a few days, I tried using my powers again to tidy my room after my tantrum destroyed it. The problem was that I did not know my powers enough to know how to do this. This annoyed me as I had to tidy my room the old fashioned way.
When my bedroom looked tidy again, I opened the door and let mom in. She sat on a rocking chair and invited me to sit on her knee. We were quiet for some time and then she asked me if I forgave her. I nodded my head. Then I smiled when mom said we would deal with this together. She told me that I would be finding out what powers I had. I would have to learn how to control them and not hurt others.
“I am Satan's child. This means that I will be evil!”
Mom hugged me more and said that I may have some of Satan's DNA, but I had a good heart. Satan or God could not decide if I was evil or not. Mom told me that at the end of the day, I would decide if I wanted to do what was wrong or right. She smiled and said I was not a demon, but an angel! She had faith in me and said my heart is pure and good.
Mom persuaded me that we should visit the priest to find out how the Church could help me. I was a bit afraid of visiting the priest and him knowing who my real dad was. He would most likely think we were crazy or just looking for attention.
The visit did not start so well. The huge cross in his office was too much for me. My eyes went red and I was once again sweating and feeling cold. I was becoming weaker and weaker and was leaning against mom for support. I could not even stand straight. Things got worse when I saw his cross snap off around his neck and fly through the window. The big cross on the wall flipped so it was hanging upside down. The priest did not seem to worry, he just sat there while mom was telling me to relax and think of good things. She was rubbing my back and telling me no one will hate me or hurt me. I slowly came back to my normal self.
Mom explained to the priest the whole story on how I was born and that Satan was my dad. She explained that this never was a problem until lately. She told him that the holy water burnt me and I could not look at crosses. Just like Kryptonite could kill superman, the crosses made me weak and sucked the life out of me. She told the priest that I was getting supernatural powers and that we needed some advice from the church.
The priest sat down and did not seem to be afraid or think we were crazy, “I could see her demon eyes show a bit ago when they went red,” he stated, “I know you, Ann. You have been at the school and coming to Church since you were a girl. The fact is that around the time you were born, we got a special letter from the Vatican stating that Satan's child was in our parish. Now we know who that is. Your father's powers will now become stronger in you. The big question is if the Church is right in believing that you will be the beginning of the end. Will you be responsible for the biggest suffering due to war here on earth.”
I looked down still thinking I did not want to hurt anyone.
“ Ann may have a good heart now, but the demonic side will show more and more. I believe we should try and save the world from this demonic side. We must be cautious that the demonic side will be dominant. I suggest that we move Ann to a special facility we have at the Vatican for this purpose.”
I never thought that mom would be upset at a priest, but she was. She told the priest that she has managed to raise me as a good person, despite who my real father was. She told him that I had a good heart, and if I was left alone, I would learn how to control what powers I had and even used them for good. The priest looked disappointed and warned mom that she did not know what she was up against.
When we came out of the Church, I told mom that I would visit Emma. She tried to speak with me when I locked myself in the room and she deserved to know what was going on.
When I came to Emma's house, her mom said that she was coming soon, so I could wait. Otherwise, her mother said nothing at all. It was like she would look at me once in a while and quickly look away. She always acted like she did not like me or was afraid of me. Maybe she knew who my dad was. This would explain why she was so afraid of me. However, if she did know, she would never let me be friends with her daughter.
I looked around while I was waiting. There was one picture that was hidden behind another picture. I never have seen it before. It was Emma's mother but she was dressed as a nun. This was interesting. Was Emma's mother once a nun? Did she leave them because she had Emma? This was a mystery and showed not only I had a huge secret. Emma never really talked about her mother, so I suppose that is why Emma never told me about her mother being a nun.
When Emma came, we sat down and I told her everything. I was surprised that she was not shocked at who my real dad. She explained that it explained why I could not touch the holy water and when the cross was bad for me. She laughed and said it also explained why she saw my bed hanging out the window.
“ So it means I am a demon,” I said. “my powers will grow and I could be evil and I can end up hurting someone”
“ You are an angel to me, “ Emma replied, “Yes your dad is evil and always against God. That does not mean you have to be, You have the choice of who you want to be, Your demonic powers could work with God and do a whole lot of good. Satan must think that you are his ultimate plan to corrupt mankind. God can have a huge victory if you choose to still be the Child of God. What I am saying is the choice is yours. You must learn how to control these powers and use them for good.”
On my way home, I thought that Emma was right. I may have Satan as a dad, but I was a good person. I could prove that Satan's plan failed. He wanted me to be a demon that was evil. I could be a holy angel that Satan was the father of
I was home and about to enter the front door when I heard mom and dad fight.
“ Maybe we should have let her go to the Vatican. They know more than we do.” Dad said.
“ They cannot see a girl with a good heart. They only see her as Satan's daughter”
“ So will the whole world. She will be the target of every Christian and fanatic. Our girl's life is in danger!”
“I know. We have to protect her!”
“ We have to protect, but I am also worried. We cannot help but notice that our daughter's demonic sides are becoming stronger. She is getting new powers. How can we control her?”
I did not want to listen to anymore. Things were so complicated. I went into the house and did not say a word and just went to my bedroom.
The next day was bad at school. I felt weak and had the same symptoms I experienced every time I saw a cross. I did my best by not saying anything. I looked down in my books just in case my eyes were getting red.
The simple life that I had before was now gone and people will now think that I was an evil demon. Why did they not let me decide? They could fight all they wanted, but I knew that I was a good girl. The blood of my real dad would not change that. Still, I could feel the presence of the cross and I could see my sweat drop down on my school books while I felt so cold. Emma could see that I was getting weaker and weaker. She told me she would help me go out.
As we went out the nun got mad at me, telling everyone that I was Satan's daughter. The priest must have told her! She warned everyone to stay away from me as I was evil. I did not say a word. Emma nearly had to carry me out. When we were sitting outside, she told me that she was proud of me. I could have lost my temper and destroyed the whole classroom. She told me that I had a choice and I chose to do good.
On my way home from school, I was thinking that Emma was right. I may have had Satan's DNA and was Satan's daughter. However, I also knew that I was raised to be a good person. My heart was good. I would still help others.
To prove my case, I decided to help an old woman across the road. She was old and carrying a heavy shopping bag. She could use my help! I did not know that she would not want it. When I took her bag and started to walk with her over the road, she started hitting me with her handbag. She was shouting that I was a thief. I was a bit annoyed and told her that I was just trying to help her. Things got worse as she collapsed to the ground while she was asking herself what was wrong with my eyes. I sneaked away knowing that my eyes were probably red again.
That night she was on the news complaining about young people these days trying to scare her by stealing her bag. She also mentioned she needed medical help because her heart nearly gave up on her. She told the reporter that I had demonic eyes!
I told mom about the nun getting mad at me, so mom decided that she would walk me to school and give the nun her view. However, when we got there the headmistress called us in the office. She explained that it was her job to protect the pupils here. She could not have Satan's daughter as a pupil as I would corrupt or even hurt the other pupils. She went on explaining for some time, but I could understand that I was expelled. I loved this school and its pupils and nuns. They no longer wanted me.
The strange thing was that on the way out, she said we should accept the priest's plan and send me to the Vatican. The priest told her. How many others did he tell?
That night, I was silent as being expelled is not the best experience I could have. The fact was that many probably knew who my dad was. As I was thinking this, I screamed as a brick went through the window, hitting mom on her arm. Someone wanted to hurt me!!!
To be continued
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