I don't own Criminal Minds

This idea came in a dream…so I must write it. Don't ask questions just go with my strange imagination.

It's a bit of lion king and a bit of horror added. I don't own lion king either.

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"My lord, the demons have gathered to see the child" said a woman wearing a long black dress with a hood covering her face. A tall man with piercing red eyes was standing at the window looking over his fiery kingdom. He wore a long black cape, a black ceremonial gown that made him look more demonic. His hair was long and black; it went down to his shoulders. Long dagger-like nails on his hands and long fangs in his mouth that glimmered in the light of the flames around them.

"Bring me my son" he commanded with a soft voice. The woman bowed and left the throne room to bring him the baby boy. It wasn't long until he heard the sound of wailing baby. The woman came into the room holding a bundle and handed the baby to his father. He held the baby close and gently hummed to the baby. The baby held out a tiny hand to the man and he let the baby hold his finger. The man smirked slightly, "A perfect child. He will be smart, brave, and have the heart of human. He won't be like the others that have failed me again and again. He will be the next to throne." He pulled the blanket off to reveal more of the baby's face and head.

Soft brown curls were already on his head. His eyes were a deep brown. The man cuddled the baby close and the baby gurgled and cooed. He took the baby to a large balcony on the other side of the room. The sound of roaring and howling was heard. The moment the man walked onto the balcony, the noise stopped. The man raised the child up so the demons below can see the baby. They cheered and roared.

Spencer woke up covered in sweat and breathing heavily. "God…what are these…dreams that I keep having?" Spencer has had nightmares for years, but the ones about him as a baby are the strangest by far. They seem so real but he knows that it's all just a figment of his imagination. He was the son of Diana Reid and lived with her in Las Vegas. That was it…yet he felt so confused about these dreams, like they were the truth. He lied back down on the bed and soon fell asleep again, only to be plagued by yet another dream.

The young boy was walking down a dim lilted hallway to his father's study. His father asked for him to meet him there. The small boy went into the room to find his father sitting on a chair reading a book. He looked up and shut the book, "My son…please come here. We have much to discuss." The boy went to sit on his father's lap. The man sighed, "Your eight years of age now…your no longer staying in the nursery. You are to start your training as of tomorrow." The boy blinked, "Training?" The man nodded, "It's time for you to learn and grow. You will now have classes to learn English and sciences. Also you will learn how to fight and use the abilities that have now started to reveal themselves as of recently." The boy remembered what happened in the playroom when he set a doll on fire by using his mind. "Yes father…I will not fail." The man smiled and kissed the boy's forehead, "Go get supper and then rest, you have a big day tomorrow."

Spencer couldn't help but feel that this was all the truth rather then simply his imagination gone crazy.

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