Dancing With The Devil (#Wattys2015)

Prologue: Born To Die

"Hospitals are known to hold both good and bad; births and deaths."

Stella, a well known nurse, stands in front of the cluttered cabinet, a pile of manilla folders in her hand, balanced against her hip.

Dirty blond hair tied with a stretched hair tie still fell before light brown eyes, and slender digits quickly grabbed the few strands and tucked them behind her ear. She swiped the pad of thumbs briefly over the tip of her tongue to allow her finger to have some kind of grip on the page just as the cries of an infant echoes through the halls.

She dropped the folders onto the top of said cabinet before she feels the strong hold of Dr. Carter's hand on her shoulder, Turning to face him, she lifted a brow in question before he spoke.

"It's okay, we've just got a new baby in the maternity ward." His voice still habitually low from being around young children.

Down the hall, a heartwarming scene is taking place...

Mr. Aldaine gently brushed his wife's shoulder, his smile practically bursting his cheeks. The woman's delicate hands palmed her child's head; she grinned with tears in her emerald eyes, ready to rain in joy. "Sage.." she mumbled, just loud enough to be heard. She repeated it, tasting the name on her tongue. It was lovely, it was her.

Her husband reached down, a "hi" barely escaping his lips. His knuckles gently grazed against the child's own. The young girl's eyes fluttered open, yet much to their horror, crimson orbs revealed themselves like pearls in an oyster.

The pool of ruby red in her eyes was littered with black, ash-like flakes. An unholy feeling of darkness filled the room, and both parents stared with their mouths hung open, hearts pounding in fear. An audible gasp was heard from the mother.

Yet in a split second, the youth blinked, giggling as she closed her eyes, and and as she reopened them, her peridot eyes shimmered, as if the deathly red orbs never even existed.

She had her mother's eyes.

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A figure, cloaked in black which enhanced his porcelain white skin, stood outside the room. He watched as the woman and the man inside froze on seeing the child. His eyes held a deadly yet confused and shocked looked...why had he been summoned there? Was an old enemy trying to prove something? Prove that he could have more power? The power to make angels or demons? The man pulled the hood over his head and turned to walk away but as he did so, he vanished into thin air. That had been the last of his visitation on earth, till now...