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Present
Xavier sent me a text letting me know that Cleo was going to pick Queen up from the villa. After Tyris spent the day with her, glamoured as her mother, everything seemed to be going fine. I was planning to get Queen because I didn't want her in that place any longer, but thankfully Cleo and Cas wanted to see her. That would give me time to take care of some pressing matters, and get Queen out of that damn house. I still didn't know if I wanted to have it burned down or not.
Now, I was sitting in the last place I wanted to sit...telling my father the last thing I wanted to tell him. I wouldn't have done it if Xavier hadn't insisted that this was the only way I'd ever have a healthy relationship with Queen. Fuck healthy though. That was for vegetables and...beets or some shit. I didn't care about healthy, I just didn't need Queen to go through any more death for the time being.
My father though...wouldn't be as kind as I was.
"So what I'm hearing is...you want to give up an amazing plan-...a plan that would absolutely work by the way, for some girl," my father asked me for the fifth time, somehow not comprehending what I was saying.
"It's not giving up and she's not some girl. I just want to edit the plan is all," I said with a shrug.
"Edit it? Really? Your 'edit' takes out the most crucial part of the plan, you know?!"
"If I kill her parents she'll leave me."
He threw his hands up in defeat and scoffed. "She's already left you, Syn." When I didn't answer he sighed and rubbed the scruff on his chin. "Listen, I don't think we should give all this up for a girl who has already abandoned you."
I scoffed as I thought about how hypocritical he was being. "How many times has my mother left you?"
"A couple times," he muttered.
"Hundreds of times," I corrected. "Tell me. If mother found out about our plan and told you not to do it, what would you do?"
"What I would do shouldn't matter!" Lucifer yelled.
"It does."
"It doesn't. You aren't like me. I wouldn't have created you if I could do what you do on my own. You're supposed to be the one who keeps a level head and has no commitments besides your duty to me," he said in frustration.
He always one way or another brought up creating me. Never having a son, but just creating me as if I was some robot.
"And what about your duty to me?" I asked in defense.
"What?"
"You're my father," I said as I leaned forward in my seat. "Don't you want me to be-...to be..."
