Chapter 1.

Ágata told them that they had a wrong thought and then they asked her: does Darren have something to do with this? And Ágata answered them that if they wanted to know exactly what was happening to us, they would have to know Darren's true story first; And with everyone in agreement, the woman began to tell the story of that young man…

More than seven decades ago, I was a young girl of ten years old, my mother was a witch and my father was a sorcerer, therefore, since I was little I learned the art of occultism, sorcery and magic, therefore, as I grew up, I became stronger and stronger, far surpassing my parents… One day my parents heard that the high priest had ordered the annihilation of anyone who practiced the dark arts, because they declared it heresy to the word of God…

It was a very dark time, since many families of our community were killed, burned and annihilated… when they came to my house, my parents told me not to be afraid, to be strong, but to hide the fact that I could master magic, to simply act like a deaf person who does not hear and to pretend to have some kind of deformity in my body so that they would let me live… I told them I asked if I would see them again, then they told me that in another life maybe we will meet again; and then I remember that I told them I would be glad to be reborn as their daughter… while they were dragging my parents out of that place, I had to pretend that I was painting, painting a picture like any other girl, so after the high priest ordered the whole family to be burned, they entered my house to look for any other person, object or animal that moved, but the moment the high priest began to talk to me, I began to ignore him as my parents had instructed me, that is, to pretend to be a deaf person, the man thought something was wrong; and once he came closer, he noticed that half of my arm was missing and that I was only painting with my right hand.

Immediately, that man wrote a question on the picture I was painting, and it was if I knew anything about what my parents did… and I shook my head; So, he wrote again asking if I could swear it in the name of the Lord, that is, if I was saying it sincerely; and of course, I nodded and swore; then the man told me: excellent daughter of mine, from today you already have a lawyer, you should never have been born in this place; and from that moment I entered the church and began to study to become a nun, and just as they had told me, during the day I was one person and at night I was another… during the day I was who they wanted me to be, but at night I was exactly what my parents had instilled in me.

A short time later, I began to notice the disappearance of some nuns after they came of age… they simply disappeared or were transferred to a very far and unknown place; To my surprise, one night of a full moon walking through the halls of the cathedral, I began to hear strange sounds that I was not used to and approaching the door where these sounds came from, I could see through a crack how the high priest was sexually abusing those women making them live atrocities, I immediately ran out as fast as possible, but while running I tripped; and without intending to, I fell directly into the arms of a child who was also running... and when I saw him I said to him "What are you running from?", and he told me that he was running away from his father, then I asked him what his name was and he told me: my name is Peter and he kept running, until he disappeared in the middle of nowhere... so, I returned to my room passing the lock, thus adding more strength to the locks for my own protection...

The days continued and so did the disappearances; No one dared to blame the church for the missing women, who were only rumored to be sent to a far away place to serve the name of God, but I knew the truth of what was happening.

I began to have sudden encounters with Peter and how the nights were long and calm, everything that was not during the day, with Peter was different… he explained to me that there are several hierarchies after death: there are the Angels, there are the demons, the souls and ghosts and the specters, but that the coexistence and reproduction between any of them with others is totally forbidden by God; and those who like that kind of aberrations are condemned to not exist.

His parents were The King of the Specters and a little demon, but that was a secret that very few people knew because he had to remain hidden among humans.

The years passed and Peter left with him as well.

I had turned seventeen when I met a couple, whose names were Sam and Constantino, who were minors.

and they couldn’t make their relationship public because of the church, age and class differences…that same day I also met a newborn baby that the high priest had brought to the cathedral to be raised as an altar boy, and claimed that he was the son of a prostitute who didn’t know the identity of the father and that was why he had given him to be raised in a proper way.

The baby’s name was Darren and his mother’s only wish was that the woman wanted to give the little boy a better life…and even though there were many holes in that story, I didn’t worry too much and I took care of Darren during my entire stay in that place calling him the son I never had; Sam and Constantine, on the other hand, came frequently to play with Darren and brought him gifts…

To protect him from any pedophiles hiding in the church, I asked that his crib and bed be placed in my room, and without giving any importance to the fact that I was missing an arm, they agreed to let me take care of him day and night…

One night while I was playing with Darren who was already 2 years old, Peter came back, and upon seeing him he asked me if the baby was mine, I told him no, that he was an orphan, then he said that he would take care of him in the future, and that after his death, he would let him enter the part of the ghosts so that he would not have to suffer as much as other mortals.

He planned to keep his promise… when Darren was 10 years old Peter came more frequently and always gave him something and taught him something or other, he took him on excursions secretly at night and brought him back before dawn; One day Peter appeared in broad daylight, and indeed, Darren was so familiar with him that he went out to greet him as if he were a father, then the doors of the cathedral were closed and the high priest ordered that Darren and I be executed, saying that I was a very skilled witch and that I had caused the death of several priests and nuns, however, I managed to get Peter to escape from that cathedral and go directly to the house of Sam and Constantine who kept the secret of Darren's location; and once I felt that he was safe, I fled from that place, becoming an ex-nun fugitive from the justice of Bergen…

The moment Darren turned 19, Peter lay in the pond of that house forbidding his body to be removed and from that day Peter and I are enemies.