of an average man's. I realized that the Morning Star had deceived me. The beast spoke to me. He told me that what he wanted was a child. The son of the devil could only be born out of sin – a sin I was tricked into committing. He had taken great pleasure in persuading me to veer from a righteous path. Realizing what had happened, I begged him to get rid of it. He just laughed with that vicious hellhound sound. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from my bedroom. What was left behind was the lingering smell of sulfur in the air to remind me of his presence, and of the deception that had led to my sin.
That was three months ago. Momma and Daddy have moved me into my own apartment. Momma comes to visit me every day except Sunday. I think she doesn’t come to visit on that day because her and Daddy are at church praying for my soul. I’ve been worried about the church members, and how I’m going to hide my belly from them once I start to show. I'll admit at times that I’ve been tempted to head down to the clinic and get the demon’s seed removed. However, I made a promise to God that I would never sin again. I still believe that his grace will get me through this. I’m not one of those whores. I won't take the easy way out. I refuse. This is God's test for me, and I won’t take the bait. I know that I’m part of God’s plan. I’m just not sure what my part is. As long as there is a child inside of me, it’s safe. Even if I’m harboring a child of the devil.