Author's Note: This is my first original story so don't criticize the plot line so much because I thought of it at dinner one night. This story might start off as a little boring only because I like to build up and the story would be too short if I just got to the point. And remember, this is strictly fantasy.

Prologue

Babies are just hosts for the souls they harbor throughout life. These souls are created long before the body itself. The souls must find their ways to the body in order for the babies life to begin. However, every so often, demons or other hellborn creatures come across these souls on their way. They corrupt them long before the rest of the world can and ensure that these hosts which they find can create havoc or cause disruption. Sometimes the souls are changed for the worse. They then release them on their way to find the host they were meant to find.

Everyone knows the story (or myth) of Jesus Christ. He was sent down by God to preach the word of God to the people of the earth. Well, there is some truth to this story. There is not but one God, but several. All of them send down daughters and sons frequently throughout time. These humans are usually granted special qualities that allow them to stand out among humans, yet stay human, not a God. These demigods are responsible for many of histories greatest inventions such as the wheel and penicillin. The gods have helped out in human history when we needed the most help. However, seeing as the soul must meet the body for the life to begin, complications can arise.

Chapter 1

The Birth

Julia and Robert Summerford had been trying to have a baby for over 15 months. Finally, with the aid of invitro, they finally succeeded. That was over 8 months ago. Tonight, as Robert sits on the bench outside the Maternity ward, he wonders why they had to go through this. Julia was having difficulties in labor and was required to have a Cesarean section a few weeks before she was due. That would have been the case had her blood tests revealed that she didn't have hemophilia, or a disease that stripped platelets from her blood making it rare for her blood to clot. The doctors had decided that they would attempt a normal birth. The odds were not in the Summerford's favor that both Julia and the baby would survive.

Robert sat with his best friend throughout college. His name was Derrick Moyes and he just happened to be the man who introduced him to his wife. He had met her in their sophomore year of college. He introduced her to Robert in junior year. Everything flowed like water down a stream from there. Three years out of college, they were married. Derrick was Robert's best man. The maid of honor was Julia's sister, Allison. "O.K, please stop pacing around like that, it's starting to freak me out. I'm just as nervous but pacing will not help." Derrick said in an involuntarily hushed voice.

"I can't help it. I'm so nervous my eyes are starting to fog over. My wife is in there with our child and there is a good chance only one of them will come out if that. I can't help but pace because it's the only thing that is preventing me from …" He stops mid sentence because he turns to see a doctor advancing toward them.

"Oh God." Robert sighed. He looked at the tired expression of the doctor with disdain and had only one thought on his mind, something went wrong.

"Don't worry Mr. Summerford. Both your wife and son made it through. It was difficult but we were lucky."

"It's a boy?" Derrick asked standing up.

"Yes. Will you both follow me; Julia is sleeping so we might as well have all of you in the same room for the presentation of your son." With that, the doctor turned back toward the maternity ward. He led them through two sets of double doors. The air smelled stale and sterile. It made Robert extremely uneasy. He didn't know why because this should have been one of the happiest moments of his life, the only besting moment would come in a few moments when he was with his wife and son. The man in the green surgeons gown led them through a hallway, past about ten or twelve doors that lead to other rooms. Finally, he stopped and turned toward one door in particular.

As the doctor reached for the handle, Robert and Derrick both held their breath. Neither knew why, they had been told that Julia and the baby were okay. Must have just been reflex. The doctor turned toward them and opened his mouth.

"Are you both ready?" Both men nodded their heads and all three proceeded into the room. Robert first noticed that the room was exceedingly bright. He had to squint as he crossed the threshold. When at last he opened his eyes, he saw his wife sleeping on the hospital bed. Her face looked as though it had weathered a very rough storm and the position of her body told no different. Her legs were open but under the sheets implying that she had passed out upon delivery. Her arms were hanging off the sides, limp as noodles. He walked over to her beside and took hold of her hands. He was careful to be gentle, another reflex due to the fragility of her appearance. Derrick stood next to Rob and surveyed the room.

Two nurses were fussing over a table with their backs toward the rest of the room. Robert assumed that these women were tending to his newborn son. He found the source of the blinding light. Three fluorescent spotlights were focused from all corners onto the bed. The light was so powerful that, had they not been fluorescent, the room might have been on the verge of bursting into flame due to excess heat. Other than that, nurses and doctors were cleaning up tools and messes around the room. As he shifted his attention back to his son and the nurses that were blocking his view, he heard his wife utter a faint word.

"Robert." He looked down at her as her eyelids released their grip on her face and her hand tightened around his. The doctor, seeing Julia waking up, motioned for the nurses to move the baby. They came over and placed him in Robert's arms. He was only a few pounds and was so very pink. His eyes were an almost shocking blue, the bluest eyes Robert had ever seen. They were beautiful and amazing but oddly ominous at the same time. There comes the unnecessary fear that keeps taking hold of him. He turns and lays the boy into his wife's arms. She sits up and looks at her child. The baby looked up at it's mother and locked eyes with her. At that moment, her heart monitor flatlined and she collapsed onto the pillows. Doctors and nurses dropped what they had been doing and rushed to her side.

Robert felt as though he had been punched, not only in the stomach, but on every inch of his body. Blackness creeped in from the outside of his view and his hearing steadily faded. He was closing down and retreating into himself. He just could not accept what his eyes had told him. His wife had died right in front of him after surviving a near impossible birth.

Author's Note: Abrupt, but I hope to continue this for many chapters. It's rated M for many reasons that will become apparent in later chapters. Keep reading to find out what and why.