The Devil's Child

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Janine sat quietly, waiting for news.

It had been hours since she had given birth

and she was worried. There was something wrong

with her newborn child, she was sure of it.

The moment it was born, the nurse had screamed

out in horror and quickly fled the room.

What's more, they wouldn't let her see the baby,

but immediately blocked her view of it

and hurried to take it out of the room.


At last, a gentle knock came at the door.

The doctor entered with his head held low.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, he sighed,

then looked up at Janine and feigned a smile.


"I wish I didn't have to tell you this..."

he said, as he nervously wrung his hands.

"I'm sorry, but the baby didn't make it."


Janine put her face in her hands and cried.

He let her go until the sobbing ended

and she was making herself breathe more slowly.


"We did everything we could to save him,"

he assured her. "It was nobody's fault."

The color seemed to have drained from his face.

He took a nervous gulp and then continued,

"Just know, the child was not a normal child.

The reverend will tell you more about it,

but the child was born with a pair of horns!"


Janine gasped. What did he mean, 'born with horns!?'

She screamed, violently, then fainted in her bed.


When she woke, she found a man beside her,

who stood up from his seat gripping his hat.


"Miss Phillips?" he spoke in a gentle voice.

"I'm Reverend Agal, I'm with The Church."

Here he smiled warmly down at her and said,

"I'm here to tell you that the worst is over!

And there will be some good come out of this,

but no one is to blame over what happened."


"Why?" she said. "How can this even be 'real!?'

I want to see my baby! You're all lying!

What did you do to my child? Where is he!?"


Reverend Agal drew in and whispered fiercely,

"This was the devil's doing! But it's over.

The baby wasn't meant to survive this!"


He looked around to see if anyone

else was around, ensuring it was private,

"It's only by the grace of God it died.

It would've brought nothing but suffering!"


"It's dead!?" she yelled at him. "You killed my baby!?

I heard it crying when you took it away!"


"Yes," he replied. "It had to be abolished.

That was no child, but a demon incarnate!"

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