I found myself standing in the unlight throne room, but strangely enough I didn’t feel replicated. My childhood innocence had been completely drained from me. Cold and lifeless there was no sign of what I once held so dearly- My soul. Was I dreaming? I felt unsure of the rooms tone until my father’s impure voice exploded from the darkness.

 

         “I trust you to carry out my deed, and kill off The Savior. Any other Angel that stands in your way- kill them as well. Now go. Slaughter her.” My father wasn’t the man I perceived him to be. Then again, he did hide his temper quite often. Unaware of who I portrayed, I headed towards the door. With the thought of murder in mind, I smiled. I was going to make him proud. Before I could reach the gateway that led me to my destiny, I was brought to an abrupt stop. The atmosphere suddenly grew darker, and my father’s infuriated thoughts were emitting off of him like the heat from a flame. I knew I had done something wrong- And I was going to pay for it.

 

         “Tievel!” His voice echoed throughout the night. “What the fuck were you thinking! Fraternizing with her! How dare you go against my word! Against everything you stand for! Fuck up! Thats all you are, a fuck up! I am ashamed to even think of you as my heir- as my son!” I was suddenly gouged by his words, feeling so lost as to why he would scold me. What have I done? My father’s mask was removed, he was no longer hiding his soulless venom. Like a snake he struck me, sinking his statements into my mind. I fell apart, nearly bleeding out in tears. He approached me, a fist full of electric malevolence and the hot flash that sparked my awakening.

 

         With a cold numbness sliding down my spine, I gasped for my breath. I was fearing that it would be my last. The gentle linen sheet were no longer silky, but doused with my sweat and tension. I was tempted to get out of bed, but the only problem holding me back was the senseless feeling in my limbs. My stomach was never strong-willed. Although today it wasn’t affected the least bit. I staggered out of the elevated bed only to nearly land face first on the wooden floorboards. Picking myself up, I walked with unsteadiness to the stairs. I gripped the railing as if death lied in front of me. It felt cold under my sensitive palms. The rusted areas were not kind either.

 

         I successfully completed the staircase and sighed in relief. In the living room space, more or less the common area- was bordered by leather sofas. A few paintings were hung crookedly on the wall, and an older television rested upon a stand. The tv wasn’t advanced, it was most likely manufactured by the same company that the orphanages’ tv was. The orphanage only had one television, and it was so old, it only had about 9 channels and a VCR. Talk about the stone-age. I giggled in contentment. Stirring around like a stray cat, I found my way into the kitchen. I was greeted by an unexpected smile on my father’s face, and a large slice of triple chocolate fudge cake. The delicious piece of food tempted me, and a small flame was burning from a candle stuck inside it.

 

         “Happy Birthday, kid.” My father patted the seat next to him. Thoughtlessly I bolted into his arms. I had no control over myself. He hesitated at first- then tightly wrapped his long, slinky arms around me. His brown jacket was rough against my face, but it didn’t matter. I had a father who loved me. My mind fluttered away along with the terrorizing nightmares, and I was left with joy. He started to easy back and clear his throat. I assumed it was his way of telling me he had enough, and I didn’t want to push my boundaries. He ruffled my the hair on my head then lifted me up onto the white wooden chair. It creaked as I wiggled around, anxious to eat my dessert.

 

         “Well, what are you waiting for, Hell to freeze over?” Father snuffed in amusement as I grabbed my utensils and dove in. The chocolate fudge melted into my tastebuds, hitting my sweet-tooth just in the right spot. My yellow eyes lit up like a solar flare, I was astonished. How could anyone cook like this?

 

         “Hey Dad, how did you make this?” I said, blown away by his edible craftsmanship.

 

         “That is a secret!” My father snickered in the most resistant tone. I wanted to know how, and my ten year old mind would not stop thinking until I figured it out.

 

         “Aww come on, Dad! You just gotta tell me!” I pleaded with him in a whiny voice. Just as I planned, he agreed to tell me.

 

         “Okay, I’ll tell you.” He grinned in the slightest way.

 

         “Wait… what’s the catch?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. I knew he had a deal waiting to be severed.

 

         “What do you mean ‘what's the catch?’, there’s no catch.” If there was one thing that I knew straight away about my father, it’s that there is always “a catch”.

 

         “I’m making a deal with the Devil, and there is no catch?” I scoffed at that idea.

 

         “Haha, thats my boy!” He patted my head once again, and crossed his fingers. With palms facing out, he pushed away, cracking his fingers and flexing them. My mind was hardly able to process what he did next. With a swipe of his hand- a whole cake appeared! Dumbfounded by this sorcery I simply shook my head.

 

         “Powers, son. Powers.” He rubbed his hands back and forth while he brewed up another sentence. “You see, me and you are the same- two halves of a whole. We are able to manifest our wants and desires. Being the Devil’s son has its perks, you know. You aren't as powerful as me, therefore you may not be able to materialize everything, but with some practice, I am sure it will work.” With emphasis on his tongue, he spoke boldly.

 

         “I want to try!” I said as I smiled, baring my pointed teeth.

 

         “Go for it. All you gotta do is clear your mind, and focus. Dwell on it. Crave it.” He explained it, his tone growing harsher each sentence. I shuffled around for a minute, trying to decide what to conjure up. With an idea in mind, I went blank. My head started to weaken, a sharp twinge of pain hit me hard, and the once silent room roared to life with a raw ring. I couldn’t let my father down. I persevered through the agony and instantaneously it stopped. Opening my eyes to see what I had created, I was faced with shock when I noticed my father paralyzed, eyes greyer than dust and body stiffer than brick.

 

         “Dad!” I yelled in dismay. I shook him hard and pulled on the brown coat. Coming to a quick snap back into reality, my father was hungover in bewilderment.

“What have you done?” His eyes widen with curiosity. I expected rage, anger to emit from his heart- If he even had one.

 

         “I-I am sorry! I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean to-” Like a razor, fathers voice slashed my apprehensive tone.

 

         “Hush now.” He put his curled knuckle to his lips and looked away. “You are stronger than I imagined. Maybe you should begin training sooner.” With a merciless smile he took my hand and led me away.