Down, down, down, into the depth of hell a meeting was being held. God and Satan were discussing the fate of a single soul. It was a young girl with nothing really special about her other than her determination, strength through adversity, and her ambitions. Other than that she was really quite a normal girl, and well Satan wanted her. Though she was bound for heaven later in her life, the dark angel wanted her for a son of his.


"He is quite lonely you know!" Satan stated sounded a little bored as he sat at a long table many of his top soldiers and his first three sons sitting among him. " You do remember what happened don't you......Holy Father!?" he added with a slight sneer.

"The Lord is well aware of what happened with your....offspring!" The Archangel Michael stated rather angrily and forcefully as he stood up to confront his fallen brother. "What you are asking is out of the question!" He added before seating himself and regaining his composure. His brother Angels remained stoic and calm while the young face of God showed much thought and contemplation.

"You would do well to control your emotions, Michael, lest you wish to fall far and fall hard!" Memnone the first in line stated with a slight smile on his lips. He enjoyed pointing out any and all flaws with the angels god loved most and trusted deeply. His statement however struck a cord with all on the light end of the table. They all glared hard at the young man and muttered a small curse to him. Memnone only chuckled before leaning back in his chair.

"Peace my children, peace." The small voice of God cooed before he stood up in the chair that he sat. He was indeed in the shape of a child, 10 years old would have been the best guess, and being in this form made him seem quite innocent, quite harmless. But that was far from the truth, innocent he was but harmless oh no, God was not harmless at all. If he so chose God could wipe all of hell clean with one thought leaving only Satan and Memnone perhaps.
"Taking all things into consideration, I have but a few questions My Fallen child!" God said as he placed both hands behind his back.
"Then ask, my father..." Satan stated as he leaned forward both elbows on the table and hands clasped together.
"Why this Girl? Their are Hundred, Thousands, Millions of Girls that wander the earth, Why her?" God asked his head tilting to the side slightly his face showing concern.
"Because She is beautiful, Determined, Strong willed, and someone who can bring peace to my youngest sons heart!" Satan stated with a small sigh.
"Why not choose one less pure of Soul?" god asked again his head still slightly tilted.
"Was, not Abigale the same when he fell in love with her? Was She not the same in many ways before a foolish boy took her from his brother thus causing his depression?" Satan counter asked. God nodded his head as he took the counter into his thoughts. It was a long moment before God spoke again.
"Why so soon? She is yet so young and has so much to give, she has such a long life ahead before she is set to the afterlife!" God stated concern showing more on his face. He looked almost hurt by the thought of taking this girl away from the earth. Satan on the other hand became a little irritated.
"She is of the proper age and earthly knowledge for my son." He stated his brows knitting together slightly as he spoke. "Any older and she would be nothing more than a old women trying to live with a young boy. Patience would be lost on both sides, and neither would become happy!"
"And Happiness is what you wish over all!?" God asked sounding rather suspicious.
"What father doesn't want Happiness for his son...s." Satan replied. "Some of my Sons would be at their happiest if I were dead, But i cannot grant that, so I must do my best to find their second happiness." He added glancing at the three sons that sat about him.
"I see......" god paused for a long moment, he looked at all of his Archangels and some of his top Soldiers, they all looked as if they wanted to tear the fallen apart and end all war and strife. Sighing he continued. "I shall allow this, Though it is deeply painful and sad to know that such a promising girl must be taken from the earth." he heaved a heavy sigh before mumbling that "She could have changed so much."
"Yes, but she will now preform her work from this world!" Satan states with a smile as he and his end stood. The Angels did the same and with a small bow they all assented with a blinding white light, and were gone from the table and the room.

Satan looked at all of his men and sons before waving his hands for them to leave. All did so except Memnone, who was always at his fathers side.
"Do you know why I want that girl My son?" Satan asked as he walked rather bord like from the table.
"Because she is purer than any Archangel under the thumb of God?" Memnon said as he fallowed two steps behind his father.
"Yeeessss, but what else?"Satan asked still walking rather bored like.
"She can be used as a weapon of sorts I suppose?" Memnon said not really knowing how "special" this girl was.
"Correct, If placed in the right hands she will make for a powerful weapon agent God, and can be used to turn this war around." Satan said as he turned on his heel to face the young man. "And if all will go to plan, I can turn that Pure Soul into a rather dark one that I can harness and control, Grim just needs to cooperate"
"Are you so sure he will?" Memnone asked avoiding direct eye contact with his father. "You know his contempt for you, and well any thing you tell him to do!"
"Yes, he is quite the problem child isn't he!?" Satan stated sounding irritated. "But I will make it so he has no choice." He continued as he turned away from Memnone and towards a large throne within the large hall.
"How are you going to do that!?" Memnone asked as he began to fallow his father again. "He has never really done as he was told, you know!" Memnone said now standing next to his father as the walked.
"Yes, but he will not know what is happening before it is too late and he cannot refuse!" Staten said with a small laugh. "In one fell swoop he will escort a soul to hell, and have a wedding, how happy he will be!" He continued to laugh finding his plan rather amusing. Memnone on the other hand did not seem as amused. he only shook his head knowing a lot of yelling and a lot of fighting was in his near future.