7th Dimension of Devil

Allan Summer, a historian, had always known his daughter Julie was different. Not in the way parents romanticize their children, but in the way fate brands someone with a purpose too heavy for their age. Julie was eleven. And Allan had been waiting for this moment since the day she was born.

“Water is falling from the sky,” said Julie. “The teacher sent us home early. They didn’t know what to do.”

Allan knew what to do. He knew what it meant. “We're calling it rain Julie,” he explained. “We think God is crying. At least the ancient books mention that they are tears of woe. I wonder if it's the first of many. The books mention washing sins away."

Julie turned to him, confused. “What sins? What are you talking about?”

Allan opened a weathered book, its pages filled with cryptic illustrations—animals etched in ink, each one paired with a sin. Julie scanned the pages. “Frog. Horse. Goat. Dog. Cow. Bear…Is this real? It's another horror book of yours isn't it?”

Allan’s voice was steady. “Every eighteen years, a child of the star is born. Each represents a dimension of Earth. You were born into the seventh Earth. The final one. The Devil has already corrupted the six before it. Now, he’s coming for the last. The rain is the sign of change.”

Julie backed away. “Stop it! Stop telling me these lies. Where’s Mom?”

Allan hesitated. “She’s gone to find those who will help us fight. She’ll be back.”

Julie’s eyes narrowed. “Fight what?”

Allan turned the book toward her. “According to the text, God made a wager with the Devil. If the Devil can corrupt all seven dimensions with sin, he will ascend to Heaven and rule for eternity. If he fails, he’ll be condemned to restore each world to its original utopia.”

Allan handed her the ancient book, passed down from guardian to guardian. It held the truth of creation, the sins and the strategy to trap the Devil.

Julie stared at the book, then turned towards the rain. Each drop now felt heavier. Like it carried something more than water. Like it carried weight.

“Oh no?” she said. “Am I supposed to stop the Devil?”

“You’re the protector of the Seventh Earth. The last chance," he desperately said.

Julie’s voice cracked. “I’m eleven. I don’t know how to fight. I can’t drive. I have a curfew.”

“We have to see Gary,” Allan said. "We have to go."

They fled their home, hunted by the Devil’s agents—creatures who arrived before him to sow corruption. Allan took Julie to Gary, the previous guardian. Gary had once mentored a protector who was, surprisingly, a cat named Took’em. Before that, a monkey. The absurdity didn’t lessen the gravity.

Gary explained the plan: Julie must meet the Devil face-to-face. Look into his eyes. That moment would decide everything.

The final confrontation came in a smoky cabin. An old man, pipe in hand, busted into the cabin and the group rose from the chairs they were sitting in fast. Gary and Allan grabbed a pair of swords. Allan, Julie, and Gary stood at the edge of fate.

“That man,” Allan whispered, “He’s the gatekeeper. When the smoke dies, the Devil will arrive.”

Julie’s hands trembled. “We have to get out of here.”

“We can’t,” Allan said. “If we run, your mother fights alone.”

Gary stepped forward, eyes locked on the pipe. “We grab it. We kill the gatekeeper. That’s the only way.”

Took’em, the cat, hissed low and crouched. His fur bristled. He knew.

Gary lunged first, tackling the gatekeeper to the ground. The pipe clattered across the floor. The gatekeeper roared—not human, not beast, something in between. He drove a blade into Gary’s side. Gary gasped, blood blooming across his coat.

Julie ran for the pipe and the gatekeeper rose, eyes burning. Took’em leapt—fur and fury—onto the demon's face, claws tearing. The man screamed, staggering back. But with one brutal motion, he crushed the cat against a cabin wall. Took’em fell limp, his final act complete.

Allan reached Julie, shielding her with his body. “You have to do it. You have to look into his eyes.”

The gatekeeper turned. Smoke poured from his mouth. The Devil was coming. Allan grabbed the pipe. The gatekeeper struck him down to the floor. His legs were broken.

Julie screamed as her father lay on the floor.

When the smoke cleared, the Devil appeared from the pipe. Allan begged Julie to trust him. “Put your faith in God,” he said. “You can do this.”

Julie stood alone as the Devil arrived. She picked up the pipe.

The Devil smiled. “You’re too late.” But Julie stared into his eyes and time fractured as their eyes connected. He froze in his tracks. But had a sigh of relief about him. It was over for the moment.

The Devil smiled. “I've got you now."

Julie "I don't think so."

“You caught me. You’re right. The only catch? You have to hang out with me until we’re done doing good.”

Part two to come....