When I woke up, I was in a cave-like cell under the ground. I was on a mattress on the ground. The walls were old stones with water dripping down them. There was an iron cell door with that Vatican Crest on it. The only thing besides the mattress was a blanket and a toilet in the corner as well as a small mirror. The floor was just as damp as the walls. The only light was a dim light from outside the cell and the only sounds I could hear were the dripping of the water from the walls.
I felt so weak and could hardly sit up. It was obvious that the Vatican had injected me with holy water and kidnapped me to Rome. They got their wish at the end and now I was their prisoner. I tried to use my powers to open the door, but nothing happened. I do not know if it was because I was so weak or not. I tried screaming that I was kidnapped but this was to no avail as no one could hear me.
Even when the guards came with food, they would not look at me or say anything. I tried pleading that this was wrong and even against the law. I begged them to let me leave. They were just silent and pushed the food under the iron cell door.
I missed mom and I missed Emma. I knew she was an angel, but she was my best friend. I was certain that she would never allow this to happen. The truth is I felt so alone in this cell. I cried because it was so quiet and there was absolutely nothing to do. In a way, I felt like an animal in a cage.
When I woke up, I saw an old man holding a light. It was the Pope.
“ So young, so innocent looking and yet can bring a hundred years of her father's dominance on Earth,” he said
“ Let me go!” I shouted
“ I cannot do this little one. You are Satan's spawn and the general of his army. You are dangerous?”
I tried once again to use my demonic powers and the Pope seemed to know this. He told me that I am under holy ground and my powers are very limited or nullified here. He told me that not even Satan could find me here!
“ Am I to be here forever,” I asked
“ No. There is a ritual you can do. You can denounce Satan and disown himself as a father at Calvary. The holy site where Jesus died for our sins. When you have denounced Satan, you will be baptized once again and part of the family of God. This ritual has to be voluntary and has to be something you want to do. I will let you here to think about it.”
One thing that I knew was that the Church was afraid of me. I also knew that I had to stay strong as this captivity would be very hard. I remembered once when I really loved God and was proud that I was a Catholic. I was only a teenage girl and locked under the ground and being held captive by the very Church I once loved. Where was God now? Maybe if I did this ritual, I could get my old life back. No one would be afraid of me or hate me. No one would try to kill me.
As I was in the middle of my thoughts, Emma appeared. She now had the appearance of an angel. She had a white tunic on and flowers in her hair and beautiful white wings. I smiled at her and told her I was so happy to see her. She did not look pleased and did not smile. She looked around the cell and mumbled that she thought they would take care of me. She continued looking and gave me a hug whispering that she did not think it was as bad as this. I smiled and told her that the Pope himself was here and offered me a ritual that would make me a normal girl again. This bought a tear to Emma's face as she warned me that the ritual would be dangerous for me.
“ The Pope must have forgotten to tell you something,” she explained, “ The ritual that he is talking about has never been tried before. The fact is that it could be very painful for you. Like an exorcism, no one can take the demonic gens from you! No one can take the demon spirit from you. Your Dad is Satan! You are a demon. As your friend, just think about doing this ritual. It would most likely kill you!”
Emma told me she would be back, but she begged me to think about the ritual. She told me that the Vatican should help me use my powers for good and help me to serve God, not lock me in a cell that was bad for my health and my mind. She hoped she could help me while I was here.
I had so much to think about while Emma was gone. Emma said that the Pope forgot to tell me that the ritual would kill me. I doubted that he forgot to tell me. The Pope knew that if I did this ritual, that he could not loose. Either I would not be a demon or I would die. In the end, I would no longer be a problem for him.
I felt some anger build up in me as I thought that so many people wanted to kill me. I walked around the room and was cursing everyone that wanted me dead. When I looked in the mirror, I could see that my eyes were red and my skin was a bit red. It didn't scare me like it once did. In fact, I realized that despite being under some holy place in a damp cell, I was still weak but not as weak as when I woke up in this cell. I could now stand up. This was something positive and I had to find the small things in life that were going well for me.
I sat down on the mattress and was cold. Why did they not give me any blankets? They had me locked in this cell as I was some animal. They kidnapped a teenage girl and this must have been against some law. Was mom looking for me or did the Vatican hurt her? All this did not help my anger. I thought of a warm fire so it would not be so cold and before I knew it, a small fire appeared in the middle of the cell. This made me smile as It showed that I was getting stronger! I had some powers.
Later Emma showed up again in the cell. She was surprised to see a fire. I tried to joke and ask her if she had any marshmallows
“You have to be serious,” She responded, “ Because you are deep under a holy place, you are not even supposed to have powers. This will only make the Vatican more afraid of you.”
“Maybe they will set me free!”
“ You do not understand,” Emma pleaded. “As God's representative here on earth, I am bound as an angel to obey the Pope. The Pope instructed me to convince you to do the ritual or denounce Satan”
“But you said that it would kill me!”
“ Yes, just like I said that you are not supposed to have powers here. If you do not do the ritual, the church has more extreme ways. The Vatican does not want the child of Satan on earth”
“ What is the other thing they would do?”
“ I will show you the next time I come!”
I told Emma that I was sure my mom would be looking for me or even Satan. He helped me from the Church when the exorcism nearly killed me. Emma sighed and reminded me that Satan could not find me here. I was hidden under the holy ground. She told me that the Vatican sent my mother to a secluded convent. She would spend the rest of her life there in isolation with no contact with any other human being. It was a punishment for agreeing to be the mother of Satan's child. My mother was expected to repent for the rest of her life and even pray for my destruction.
Emma went and I just sat in a corner thinking. Why did things become so complicated? I closed my eyes and remembered what my life used to be like before the demonic side of me came. I lived like any normal girl. I was treated like a princess by mom and the man I thought was my dad. We did things as other families did. We went to the mall. We went to see Disney films. We went to the zoo. I was a happy girl. I had no worries or problems. I even loved the school and I had Emma as a friend. Of course, I did not know she was an angel. She was my best friend! I loved going to church and especially singing.
I had so many dreams. I wanted to be a nun and a bride of Jesus. I wanted to help the people in the world that were not as lucky as me.
Now things were so complicated. I found out that I was the child of Satan. Emma was an angel! I killed the man I thought was my dad and a few priests. My mom was now locked in some convent being punished for having me! I was in a damp cell deep under some holy site. The future did not look good.
I no longer had dreams
I fell asleep
When I woke up again, Emma was sitting there. I looked at how beautiful she looked like an angel. She was holding a dagger. I asked her was she here to kill me.
“ Remember I told you of the alternative to the ritual?” Emma asked as she showed the dagger, “This is the dagger of Saint Michael. This dagger has one use. It has the power to kill the child of Satan, and not only your body but also the soul!”
A chill went down my spine. I told Emma that it was good that she had it. Emma looked at me and told me her job was to get me to denounce Satan. She told me that she would ask me to denounce my dad when she visited me the next day. If I denounce Satan and all he stands for, then maybe I did not need to do any ritual.
When Emma went, I sat down on the mattress. Emma was right. If I denounced my dad and disowned him as a Dad, then maybe my life would be easier. Maybe I would be a normal teenager again and people would not be so afraid of me.
However, the big question was who were the evil ones? Yes, I was the daughter of Satan. This being said, the fact is that I would not have changed if I was let alone. Emma was teaching me how to use my powers for good. This was not good enough for others. Since I found out who I really was and other people found out, there has been a hunt against me. People did not know me and they were afraid of me.
People thought that because I was Satan's daughter, they had a license to kill me. Even the Vatican was evil. They locked me in this cell and wanted me to do a ritual that would kill me. They locked my mom up as a punishment. They even had a dagger that would kill me.
What if I did denounce Satan? Would the Vatican still insist on the ritual? Would they still use the dagger? Would they keep me locked here or in some convent?
Why was Satan considered so evil? He did not tell me to do evil things! He did not lock me up or try to kill me. He said he is considered evil because he did not believe in sin. People could do what they wanted as long as they did not hurt others. It was God and his Church that was evil. They kidnapped me and want me dead. God was the evil one for allowing this!
Emma showed herself the next day and asked me to denounce Satan,
I looked at her and answered, “ You are the only friend I have. Imagine an angel and the child of Satan are best friends. I hope you will respect me for what I have decided. I denounce God and all he stands for! I denounce his evil Church and all its members! I AM THE DAUGHTER OF SATAN.!”
When I said this, the cell shook and some stones fell. Emma raised her arm and used her powers to throw me against the cell wall. I was in shock! Now Emma was against me.
She told me that she had no choice.
We started fighting and using our powers against each other. I was doing my best to defend myself and not harm Emma. She was my friend. I did not understand why she wanted to fight or hurt me. We were throwing each other against walls and kicking and punching each other. I was in tears and begged her to stop. She said she had to follow orders.
I stopped fighting and sat on the ground. I told Emma that she was my friend and I would not hurt her. She used her powers so these green plants came from the floor and they wrapped themselves around me so I could not move.
Emma sat in front of me and showed me the dagger of Saint Micheal. She told me to denounce Satan
“ SATAN IS MY FATHER.!!”
Then Emma started crying and said she was told that if I did not deny Satan, she was ordered to stab me with the dagger.
I whispered that I was happy she was the one that would finish all this.
Emma lifted the dagger in the air and pointed it down at me. I looked at it and got ready for the pain that it would inflict.
Then Emma lowered the dagger and cried. She said she could not kill me. I was her best friend.
Before I could say anything, Emma stabbed herself with the dagger.
To be continued. Look forward to the conclusion of this story!
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