Prothesy

                                    

                                          
Michael paced back and forth un-nerved and uncertain. His attempts at tracking spells and his now daily trips back to the hotel proved fruitless.
                          
All it took was one look in your eyes and he was obsessed, he felt like an addict looking for his next hit. 
                          
His unbearable body heat grew worse cauin his skin the visibly blister. He couldn't even relish in the look of anguish on that idiotic witches face when he brought 2 of her coven back. 
                          
He'd barely been back to that insufrable school since, telling the others he was going on a spiritual journey in the woods to highten his powers. He couldn't help but laugh at the fact they believed that crap.
                          
He stood in the kitchen of his beloved Miss Mead, his eyes filled with tears as he spoke about the girl from his dreams. 
                          
Miss Mead blue eyes remained glued to Michael a smirk pulling at her lips mentally cooing at the love stuck devil infront of her before finally speaking, " you're finally ready Michael." 
                          
Micheal was confused but let her continue talking. She stood from the chair she was previously sat on and walked towards the blond male a look of joy on her features. "She was prophised just as you where Michael. You needed to find her, to find your destiny..." 
                          
Michael snapped cutting her off, " if you knew that then why didn't you tell me in the first place!" He slammed his fist into a nearby table, "You kept it from me why!?"
                          
She stepped closer to him cupping his cheek in her pale hand, "You needed to find her on your own ... There's a reason no satanic scripture talks about her, Michael. Both you and your queen needed to find your power alone first. The black pope will explain everything!"
                          
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I didn't fully understand why I'd been hiding. Why I ran away. All I know is that boy is bad news. 
                          
In my dreams he was a comfort but irl he was terrifying. The darkness that radiated from his every pore was intoxicating. But even with the fear that clawed away at my skin there was another more prevelant emotion bubbling up inside of me... Lust... The unwavering desire I felt towards him was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted to let him take me. I know if I give in something terrible will happen, but....
                          
The more my feeling towards him fester, the less I care about everything else!
                          
I needed somewhere to hide while I figure this out... But who would listen? I can't return to the hotel. 
                          
Suddenly an idea popped into my head, I know exactly were to go! 
                          
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A slick black car pulls up into the driveway of miss Meads home. A bauld older man with a long black cloak steps out a large  book in hand.  The book itself was bound in human skin. The words inside all written in human blood many centuries ago by Lucifer himself, his true tenants and prothesy's.
                          
Shortly after entering the house the two men ended up sitting alone in the study. The older man looked extremely nervous but attempted a brave front. They all knew the antichrist would be furious at them hiding the truth.
                          
He flipped open the pages. Revealing large symbols and text in a language long forgot by regular sociaty.  
                          
The black pope just hoped Michael would understand why they did what they did, once he learned the truth. 
                          
"This Michael is the true book of the damned, it's contents has been hidden from the world for centuries, only the black pope and you; of course are allowed to view it's contece," he flipped the pages untill he found the one describing the shadow girl. The section was accompanied by an extremely detailed sketch of the girl he was looking for, thick fog engulfing her body,  her eyes black and two large wings protruding from her back.