You looked around in confusion as your wrists and ankles were tied down to a red star. There was about eleven people standing around you in crimson cloaks. "Mommy, Daddy, why am I being tied to a star?" You asked. "Shush child, the Dark Lord will be here soon." A woman said.

A man approached you with a knife and sliced both your wrists. You cried out in pain as your blood trickled down your wrists and onto the star. The people gathered around you and began to chant in a strange language you didn't understand.

You felt intense heat near you, you then felt an evil presensce near you. You cried out in both pain and fear from the unknown evil being that was so close to you. A man bent down "Hello my dear." He said gently. His voice was calming to you, it sounded like a pleasant purr.

"H- hello." You whimpered. He gently untied your wrists "May I see your wrists?" He asked. You nodded and showed him your wrists. He gently grabbed them, then the strangest but most wonderful thing happened. Your wrists healed!

You smiled at him "Thank you mister!" You said gratefully. The man simply nodded with a smile. "You're very welcome sweetheart." You looked back at your parents only to find you couldn't figure out what they were feeling. You could usually figure it out based on their facial expressions, but not this time.

"I don't think we've been introduced. My name is Daryl, Daryl Van Horne. What's your name?" You looked up at him "My name is Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you Mr. Horne." Daryl chuckled lightly. "Just call me Daryl, okay?" You nodded. "Okay Daryl."

Daryl smiled at you then looked to the adults in the room. He spoke in the same language they had chanted in.

(Italics is the translation)

This child is to be protected from any and all things that could harm her. All of you are to do everything in your power to protect her. If I find out that any of you hurt her then I will personally hunt you down and torture you. She will grow to become my bride, I will return for her when she turns (age). Until that day I will be keeping a close watch on her at all times. That is all.

Daryl turned back to you. "I need you to promise me something." You looked at Daryl curiously, but excitedly "What?" "I need you to promise to marry me when you're older." You gulped. "But I don't want cooties!" Daryl chuckled. "How precious." He mumbled.

"I can't get your human sicknesses, just as you can't the sicknesses that I can get. You won't get cooties." "Promise?" Daryl gently took your hand and kissed your knuckle. "I pinky promise." You still didn't seem convinced.

Daryl noticed "How would you like to live forever, and remain young forever?" You looked at him confused "So I would be five forever?" Daryl chuckled "No, you would remain (age) forever. You would keep your body and mind, forever. You would still have birthdays but your body wouldn't wither away and your mind would remain sharp."

You seemed to understand what he was saying. "What will I look like when I'm (age)?" You asked. You suddenly had the mental image of how you'd look at (age). "You'd be this beautiful forever, nothing would be able to corrupt your beauty. Do we have a deal sweetheart? All you have to do is say yes and shake my hand." He held his hand out to you.

You couldn't help but stare at yourself. You quickly grabbed his hand and shook it "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" You yelled excitedly. Daryl smiled approvingly. He snapped his fingers and an obsidian black and blood red ring appeared on your finger.

"Whoa." You muttered as you stared at it. "It grows with your finger and it adjusts itself so it's always comfortable for you. Although you cannot take it off." You went up to Daryl and hugged him. "Thank you Daryl! I love it!" You said happily. Daryl loved seeing you this happy, it made him happy.

"Daryl, could you make one for (sibling name) too?" You asked. Daryl nodded "Sure thing dear." He snapped his fingers and a similar ring appeared in your hand, only it wouldn't stick to your sibling's finger. "The only difference is, that ring will be able to come off. But she'll never lose it." You nodded.

You were still unnerved by an evil presence being so close to you. A part of you wondered if it was Daryl, could it be Daryl? "Y/N, I have one last thing to do. Come here please." You walked up ti him "This will burn, but it will be over quickly." You grabbed his hand.

He then pressed his finger to the back of your neck and began to draw. At first his finger was ice cold, then you slowly started to feel what felt like flaming needles piercing the flesh on the back of your neck. "All done." He announced before the pain became unbearable.

"What did you put on my neck?" You asked curiously. Daryl just smiled "Just one of my markings is all, it'll come in handy later. I'll be seeing you later Y/N, be a good girl. Okay?" You nodded. "Okay Daryl." Daryl waved at you as he disappeared in flames.

Daryl's POV

I smirked as I got back to my bedroom in Hell. Now that meddler can't possibly fuck up my plans! Not with my cross on her flesh, it blocks him from interfering with my plans for her! I chuckled "Perhaps I should send a note~" I set to writing it then had my messenger demon send it to Heaven.

Meanwhile in Heaven (no one's POV) This could be considered offensive if you're a very religious person, move on to Daryl's POV after this. It's a joke between a friend of mine and I

The messenger angel arrived in Jesus' office. "My lord, Daryl has sent you a message." "Daryl? What does he want now? Isn't it bad enough he's stopping us from saving that poor child from him?" He said as he took the paper and unfolded it.

On the paper was 'Dear Jesus' then a very detailed drawing of a middle finger. Then finally 'Fuck you, you can't fuck this up - Daryl'

Daryl's POV

I started laughing as I thought of that fucker's reaction. It must've been priceless! Now onto my plans for dearest little Y/N ~ I thought with a smirk.