***Persephone's POV***

I was called from my castle once again. I walked the corridors to the Chambers of Judgement in silence. My pristine toule white dress flowed behind me as I glided across the light marble floors. My cape of protection billowed down my back attached to the braided straps of my empire waist gown. The gold bands that wrapped around my breast and waist shimmering with the aura of my power. Every piece of gold jewelry that laced my body possessed my essence of truth.

I entered the great room and met the faces of my supernatural panel.

Diety Serriphina - Goddess of Vampires.
Diety Alejandro - God of Mages.
Diety Katerina - Goddess of Fairies.
Diety Mekhal - God of Dragoons.

The suffocating air was saturated with so many emotions: pain, disgust, fear, rage and loathe.

The weight of the emotions immediately laid upon me. The burden bearing down on my form. My feet succumbed to the pressure and my glide became a shuffle as I struggled to bring myself in front of my peers.

As I approached the panel I noticed the Great Fountain that sat in the middle of the room glowing. I knew I would not leave this room unscathed. I stood tall before our remaining deities waiting for my assignment.

Mekhal called my attention.

"Persephone" He whispered.

"Yes, Mekhal" I responded with worry.

He rose from his throne and descended from the stairs to stand beside me. He reached for my hand and I immediately laid my own within his.

He turned and walked towards the Great Fountain as I followed behind him.

We stared at the trembling waters as the images began to form.

My body shivered with despair. Before me, the image of four whimpering children, huddled together. Four beautiful faces streaked with tears. I did not know what had happened. However, on instinct I knew I was being called to go to them.

"Goddess of the Moon -Persephone" Mekhal spoke with authority.

"You must go and tend to these young ones. The youngest girl is in grave danger. Her presence is necessary to our world." He continued.

I was not at all aware of what he spoke of. I saw four human children and was confused.

"I do not understand" I replied.

"We cannot divulge our reasoning, you must trust us. All will be revealed in due time." Mekhal instructed.

"I will go." I decided.

"Thank you!" they spoke in Unison.

I turned to walk toward the exit.

"Persephone?" Mekhal spoke softly.

"Yes, Mekhal" I said. The mask of sorrow easily shown on my face.

He walked to me and I noticed my crown in his large hands.

I kneeled before him as he slipped My Crown of Encouragement upon my head. The soft pink  roses, gold strands and baby's breathe weaved into my headpiece. He lifted my chin and laid a soft kiss upon my forehead.

"Go" he whispered. "Return to me when you are finished."

I nodded my head as he gently helped me to stand. I slowly made my way to the door.

I descended the Heavens and stood before the sleeping heap of children.

I found the youngest girl on top of the pile. Her arms protectively wrapped around her siblings. I bent down and lifted her sleeping form into my swaddling arms.

I closed my eyes, laying a soft kiss to her temple, borrowing her memory of today's events.

My mind was filled with her vision. My heart ached in despair. My eyes filled with tears as I peppered kisses into her hair. The trembles from my astonishment raked up my body shaking the sleeping angel.

She did not stir as her memories violently assaulted my soul. I watched as the spirit of hatred and disparity wrapped around the demon form in her vision. His body shook in tremors as he delved blow after blow to each innocent angel.

Tears and sobs ripped from my head as I cried out for mercy. I couldn't take it. I didn't want to watch this. The smell of fear saturated my nose while her pain was administered.

I had to borrow another memory. It was wrong and it was intrusive but, I needed to find anything that could comfort my selfish spirit. I had to know that these children had anything to make them smile. I could not bear to walk away with this disgusting memory alone.

I reached in and I borrowed all her memories. All of them from birth to now, I had to know who she was, so I could see what she could become.

Aubrey Winters. A beautiful name for a precious soul. Her green eyes were the purest form of joy I had ever witnessed. Her heart swelled with pride each time she completed a task that was asked upon her. She kissed boo boos and sang sweet songs to bring comfort to those around her.

Oh my, her heart, I just couldn't understand her heart. She was divine. Every word she whispered was laced in encouragement and praise. No acts of vengeance or malice were present. She was absolutely perfect.

Every blow she received she willingly took hoping it would tire her abuser. She chanted prayers that she could take everyone else's pain. Her words raked painful fire up my muscles. I could not imagine a 4 year old praying in that manner.

She talked to birds and kissed frogs. Nature was her comfort. She played alone. Why was she alone? Where were her friends?

I searched for endless moments. I found not one memory where she was embraced. I saw no comfort offered to her. I saw no true acts of kindness spared towards this child.

Anger seeped into my vessel as fire erupted in my soul. I was filled by rage that I had never imagined. I wanted to rip this child from her sleeping heap and run to the Heaven's.

My heart ached to save her from this hell. She was a servant clothed as a child. I saw her making adults drinks, cooking, cleaning and changing diapers. I watched as she fell under the weight of heavy coffee pots. They shattered at her clumsiness. Burns laced her malnourished arms and hands as she cooked to serve her younger siblings.

Screams erupted in her memories as she was chastised for getting orders wrong. She begged for help and they rained punishment upon her for her naivety. Cigarette burns plagued her skin, from adults who carelessly placed them in her path as she served them their drinks.

I was mad as hell. I was devastated. I had never seen such depravity upon such a small form. She was slapped and swatted for running into their burning cigarettes. What is wrong with these humans?

I couldn't. Not one more minute, would I look. I had searched for solace and instead I was swallowed with even more brutality. I was done.

I lifted the scarred angel further into my arms. I cradled her against my chest. I licked her darkening bruises on her arms soothing them with my tongue. A motherly devotion filled my body as I ravaged her cheeks with my kisses.

I prayed loud and I prayed hard. I enchanted her. Right then and there! I changed the course of her life. She would overcome. She would endure. She would become. Oh, I made my mind up. Hell hath no fury like a women scorned. And I was livid. I knew what I was going to do.

I laid my precious angel in her make shift pallet. I covered her with the small blanket that was provided. The smell of urine hit my nose and my stomach violently flinched.

I stood and looked around. This was no home for a child. The dog had more comfort. One large comforter covered the corner of a small bedroom. Nothing else besides the few clothes they had piled on the floor in their closet. Puppies were laying on their only earthly belongings. Every bruise on these four children's bodies were illuminated thru the moonlight that shone thru the one small open window of their cell.

Sweat sheened upon their skin. The air hot and moist hung in their room. The heat intensified the vile smell of bodily fluids.

I knew I shouldn't intrude but, I was far past caring of respect. I reached for the door to the room as I set to observe the rest of the house. The door resisted. The knob turned, but as I pulled it felt as if something was boomeranging it back. I transported to the other side.

The bastards had those innocent babies locked in the cell. A tie was wrapped around the bathroom door and the bedroom door barricading them inside. Bile rose in my throat as pain seeped up my spine.

I looked in the kitchen. Clean and orderly. I opened the cabinets. Little food was stored. All that filled the spaces of the pantry were coffee, sugar, tea, creamer, ramen noodles and spices. This wasn't food. It was famine.

The living room was decorated in leather sofas, expensive sleek black tables, a rather exquisite music system stood tall against a large television. Gold shelves lined the perimeter of the room. Expensive frames hung on the walls. An air conditioner was sat in the window. Leather adult jackets were stored in the closet.

I walked to the adults bedroom in this two bedroom home. Sleeping naked, wrapped in lust, laid the demon and a woman in their waterbed. There room decorated lavishly with amenities not sparred the kids. An air conditioner was in their window as well. Expensive stereo equipment and cameras were strewn around the room. And, a white powdery substance was smeared across a mirror and sat on the dresser.

I was ready. I knew I could stay no longer. I went back to the babies room. I kissed each child as I laid them beside one another on that blanket. I covered them. I prayed over them. I made decisions and promises that night.

I ascended back to the heavens with one last look at my sleeping angel. I would be back for her. I was coming to bring vengeance.

As I entered the Chambers of Judgement, I was seething. I opened the doors with a roar and lightning that shot thru my fingertips. My steps were not graceful. I stomped with echoing thuds as I screamed out my distaste. I called each of my fellow deities with the anger and authority of my title.

They trembled as they stood before me. Their faces betrayed their fear. I fell on my knees before them as my crown rolled off my head. I weeped for mercy and I begged for forgiveness. They bowed before me in shame.

"Why?" I screamed in torture.

"Somebody tell me how?" I whimpered.

Mekhal wrapped his tense form around me running his hands over my hair. He knew I was coming unglued.

"Persephone? Sweetheart, please? Show us what you are going thru. We won't know until you let us in." Mekhal begged.

I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to replay the horror again. I knew I had to but, I was fighting it.

One by one they laid their lips upon my temple as my memories filtered into them. One by one they fell before me in screeching agony. Each one feeling exactly how I felt and seeing what I had saw.

"I want her!" I exclaimed.

"She is mine!" I roared.

"Persephone calm down. You know you can't take her." Mekhal spoke.

"I will not sit back and watch them terrorize her. I won't let them break Aubrey. I can't!" I bellowed.

"You can and you must!" They all roared.

Tears poured from my eyes as sweat beaded across my skin. I was breaking. A child was breaking me. I needed to save that child.

"Her heart, she can't take it. She will become vile. An innocent spirit will transform into a hatred filled adult. We have to save her." I pleaded.

"She won't! She is enchanted!" Mekhal whispered.

My eyes lifted as I looked into his pale blue orbs.

"I know I shouldn't have. I know there was an order I was to follow. But, I had to. I had to enchant her." I cried.

Serriphina spoke gently "We know. We sent you there to enchant her. But, it had to be your choice. She will be one of your chosen."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"We knew before you went, the action you would take. This is why we sent the Moon Goddess. This is why we sent you! You're the only diety of light. You would only be able to see if her apparent purity was true. We beckoned you for this purpose. Well done, Persephone." Alejandro cooed.

"What is our plan?" I asked.

"All in due time" they all chanted.