"Can I ask you a question father?" I approached him with caution, my father was an unpredictable man with too much power.
"Ask away, my ears are open."
"Is love bad?"
"Love? It's the absolute worse thing that will ever happen to you. You know the story of your brother, he fell in love with a vampire and suddenly tried to overrun the whole empire I've built for us. He was so in love with the bloody killer that he was willing to destroy his only family for her. For money. For power."
"But what if you fall in love with the right person? What if you fall in love with a person who makes you better?"
My father took a deep breath, taking a seat and folding his arms in his lap, "there is not such thing as a "good" person. Do you hear those stories about those humans who save people from accidents and give homeless children shoes?"
"Of course. Those are good people."
"Are they really? Do you honestly believe they didn't know there was a camera watching? Do you think there wasn't someone who told them to pose for the camera?"
I sighed, "so what about my mother? Do you believe that she's not a good woman?"
"I think I'm done answering questions for today. Go off with the girl you're so fascinated with. The girl that you're so in love with."
"I'm not in love with her," I snapped, "she's alright."
"Good. I don't want you losing sight of our goal."
"Goal? We have goals now? It's not just travel the world for eternity and fuck anything with a brain? We're demons! We don't have goals!"
"How wrong you are son, the main goal will always be power," he paused, sipping something that I was sure was blood out of a wine glass, "this girl has you thinking different."
I scoffed, "you're one to talk. If it wasn't for mom you'd still be a stealing, murdering, robbin-" my breath caught as an invisible force wrapped around my neck and threw my body to the ground.
"That will be enough," my father stated dryly.
I picked myself off of the ground, brushing off my clothes and cleaning the blood that was running down my nose. A smile broke across my face, my eyes dead black, and then I laughed.
"Do I amuse you son?"
"Your fear amuses me father, you're terrified. You won't be in power for much longer and then I take over and you're scared that I'll change the rules around and crumble your little perfect empire."
My father took another sip of his drink, "you were always the good child, do you know why that is?"
"Inform me father."
"Because you are me. Your brother? He got your mother's traits, he was a punk, a wimp, but you? You are something special, you are my son. You are the Prince of Darkness. You hold title in heaven and hell. But you try so hard to cure yourself of your demons. To rid yourself, to be pure, but you will always be tainted. Just obey me son, I can make you very rich and give your more power than you already have."
I looked at the ground, shoving my hands in my pocket before meeting my father's eyes.
"Rich and powerful huh?"
"More powerful than anything in this world, I will make you King of the Underworld. The ruler of evil."
I chuckled, "what do I have to do?"
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Nadia's Point of View
Class was as usual, extremely boring. I waved goodbye to a few friends I had made in that class and began walking back to my dorm. My stalker, or friend in training, was no where to be found which I was grateful for. Today was a beautiful day and I wanted to enjoy my walk without his annoyance.
I twisted my key into the key hole, turned it, and pushed the door open. My sex-crazed roommate was nowhere to be found, but there was a large bowl of Cheerios sitting on the counter.
I sighed, setting down my bag and walking over to the kitchen and placing the bowl in the sink. I turned to be met with a pair of pure black eyes. My scream caught in my throat and my hands began trembling.
"Get out of town," he growled.
My heart collided with my ribs as his hand tightened around my elbows, lifting me off the ground and leaving my breaths short. His nail sunk into my skin making me yell out with what breath was pumping through my body.
And then just like my attacker that night, he dropped dead. His body hit the floor like stone, making a thump noise as his fingers released me and I came tumbling down along with him.
I quickly through the dead body off me, and crawled to the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around my knees that were close to my chest as I heard several loud noises from outside my door. I trembled, sweat pouring down my forehead as I considered everything.
I didn't have much time to even think before my door was knocked down and my stalker stood there. My breath sped up, he looked over the room before walking over to me and holding out his hand.
"Come on, we have to get you out of here."
I grasped his hand firmly, not having many better options, and ran with him all the way down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor. I noticed that everything was destroyed. Desk and chairs scattered everywhere, I was sure there were bodies laying somewhere.
He tightened his grip around my wrist and pulled me, signaling me to move faster. I looked back once more at the ruined college before running with him.
"Where are we going?" I asked when we had climbed into his car and he started it up.
"I'll tell you momentarily," his jaw tightened as he drove through the nearly empty streets.
"Listen, I think I deserve answers. First, you stalk me and then you take me to some unknown location. Tell me something!"
"Shut-up! Just shut-up for once in your life please just cease to speak anymore! I get you out of a building and I save you from guys who would have very much liked you dead and you complain! You always complain, I save you for some guy who would have nearly killed you and you call me a pervert! Just shut-up and ride!"
I remained silent, unsure of what to say after what just happened. His jaw was still tight as he drove past Kentfield city limits and I couldn't say anything. My mouth felt glued shut.
"Tobias," he stayed after we had been driving for sometime in silence.
"What?" I croaked out, my throat dry tight from not having talked in a while.
"My name is Tobias, don't call me your stalker anymore, and miss definitely don't call me a pervert."
"Well then Tobias, would you like to explain what just happened back there?"
"Not really."
"Not really?"
He sighed, "just know that I'm a very bad man and now very bad people are after you because I have a very bad brother."
"Where are you taking me?"
He smirked, "you'll enjoy it."
"That doesn't really answer my question."
"I'm taking you to hell."
Author's Note
So this book is mainly going to feature the Christian religion, by that I mean that Satan is the King of The Underworld and his son, Tobias is the Prince of Darkness. There is also, Angels and God and Jesus and so forth. I hope I don't offend anyone or their religion and not every thing mentioned in this book reflects my own beliefs. Vote and comment your opinion on this chapter.

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