the sweetly scented killer

crystal

a/n: what did y'all get for the holidays? bc i got oxygen and the gift of life =D

seth

"Now, son," father starts as we stand in the torture chambers together. "This section is where we deal with the male rapists. The ladies take care of the female rapists down there," he points to the other end. "I'm going to teach you a special procedure." And then he proceeds to chop the man's dick off. I flinch a little, making a face of disgust as I look off to the side. Ouch. "Don't look away, boy," father turns my head back. "Look your victim in the eyes." I look at the man while he screams. I almost feel empathy for him.

"You feel empathy for him?" father frowns at me after rummaging through my thoughts. I have the ability as well, but I don't listen to my father's thoughts because I don't like being inside his head. "This man raped a child. Think that one more time, and I'll cut yours off, too."

"Yes, sir." And he's right. This man is a rapist. He deserves to suffer for an eternity.

"Exactly right," father says. We torture him together, then walk out of the chambers laughing at his screams. We walk through the halls toward the front door so we can get to father's partner's house in time for his gathering. "How has your time with Flora been so far?" I shrug.

"We haven't really spent any time together."

"You should be spending all the time you can with your wife, son."

"Well your wife stole her from me." My mother irritates the hell out of me, but at least one good thing she's done is spend time with Flora so that I don't have to.

"If I could punish you for your thoughts, I would," father almost growls. "Your mother does nothing but love you. Maybe if you weren't so caught up in yourself, you could get to know her. And your own mate as well."

"I am not caught up in myself."

"How could I expect you to be aware? You're just a boy." I frown at him. "You become a man once you know how to treat a woman, become self-aware. Once you dig a hole out of your selfishness and put your wife first."

"A highly respected demon in hell," I sigh. "So gentlemanly."

"Are you questioning your father?" He turns to me.

"No, sir."

"I would certainly hope not. Because I might just have to kill you."

"You can't kill what's already dead."

"Be a smartass one more time and see how long it takes me to rip you limb from limb."

"Yes, father," I say calmly.

"Having an angel for a mate changed me for the better. And it will change you, too. If it doesn't, I kill you. Clear?"

I nod once. "Crystal."

I don't want to be my father. He's soft, and my mother made him that way. I'm soft as well simply because I was raised by her. I'm trying to be the opposite, and all Flora will do is bring out what I'm trying to make go away.

I told Flora I would wait for her to get ready before we leave. As far as she knows, we're going to see a show, because I knew with her being an angel and all, she wouldn't want to go watch someone get beheaded.

She's still in the closet getting dressed, while I go over some affairs at my desk.

Father put me in control of "welcoming" the humans into hell. It's really just meeting them in the lobby then being a teleportation chauffeur. I'm in charge of telling them they're in hell, then taking them where they need to go and escorting them to their little pitstops before their final destination. I have to go through their denial of being dead, and their denial of being in hell, then they cry, ask so many damn questions, and it's my job to just be present until they're ready to go.