I am not Madonna, not Mary, but my fate is just as cruel to me. I had a baby, beautiful as an angel, my hands gently holding his tiny body. His pale skin glowed from within, and his huge eyes held the wisdom of an old man. I had been the happiest woman and mother until that unfortunate night when my baby was taken from me. It was all a blur, my mind refusing to believe it. They said my baby was the Antichrist. Bullshit! He's a real little angel, how can they not see that? Those men in black robes took him away. As soon as they left, I noticed that my hands, had burns and red spots, I don't understand how it's possible. My husband says it's all about the baby. It turned out he was the one who let these people take our baby, believing he was evil. I left my husband, my heart bleeds and clutches with longing for my son. I have to find him, even if I die. And if I have to, I will even become the mother of the Antichrist...