Exiled: The Demonic Soul

God the Doting Parent

I was practically shaking in my place. This guy is extremely intimidating.

"Oh sorry about all this mess" the guy said as he turned to look around. Picking up Marco by his hair, "You gave me quiet the problem...I guess it wouldn't be a problem killing a weakling like you..." he said as he manifested a knife.

I couldn't just stand there and let Marco get killed, so I attacked, "Like hell I'm gonna let ya!" I shouted as I lunged at him.

"Oi oi, little brothers should stay put! Great Gravity!" he commanded and instantly, I was forced down to the floor.

I was being pushed against the floor. Probably by the strong gravity which really sucks. I can't move...
"B-bastard!" I growled.

"Hahahahaha! Nice face you got there bro! Those blood-red eyes are awesome! I can feel your bloodlust from over here!" He said as he laughed.

He looked back at Marco, "Well then. Back to killing you..." he raised his other hand. Crimson red flames started dancing around his palms, "bu-bye! Young guardian!"

"What? Stop! Marco!" I screamed as I strained to get up under the extreme gravity.

Everything went slow-mo. My voice was gone, Michael was slowly raising his hand as if trying to cast a spell, and the mystery man's burning palm was inching closer towards Marco's face.

All was bad and chaotic until a great flash of light blinded us. It was only for a brief moment though.
Afterwards, there was a kid the age of at least eleven-years-old wearing a Jesus Christ get-up, standing atop the rubble on which the mystery guy was previously standing on.

"Eh?" The intense gravity was gone. I can finally stand, "What the hell happened now?" I wondered to myself.

"Such a huge mess..." said the kid.

Come to think of it, where's the other dude?

"Lulu!" Christi called out as dhe ran to my side, "Are you ok? Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you? Tell me! Tell me!" she demanded.

Flustered by the fact that a cute girl is so worried and caring to me, I couldn't speak.

"Hmm? Christi?" asked the mystery kid.

Both Christi and I looked at him. I was suspiscious of the kid, Christi however was shocked. Really shocked.

"Christi? It is you!" exclaimed the kid and then started running towards us with his arms outstretched, as if looking for a hug.

As soon as the kid jumped, Christi pushed me away and let the kid land on the floor between us with a thud.
"Ugeh!" the kid exclaimed.

"Uh...Christi? Who the heck is this?" I asked her as I continue to look down on the now wailing kid who was covering his face because of the pain.

"Oi Christi...who the hell is this?" I asked again. I looked at her and she averted her eyes, then turned the other way as she tried to avoid the question which made me even more curious.

"No one I know..." she answered without looking at me.

Everyone can tell she was lying. I mean, why the hell would you avoid looking into the eyes of someone as you answer their question? It just gives them the impression that you know something!

The kid quickly stood up then faced Christi and held her hand, "Christi my sweet! Have I been looking for you!" he said.

"Uh...I'm pretty sure that you know each other Christi..." I stated. She pouted her lips and continued to ignore me. Which by the way, is slightly pissing me off, "Come on! Out with it!" I demanded.

The kid looked at me with an annoyed face, "Who in blazes are you? You seem rather rude for a young mortal..." he asked in contempt.

I crossed my arms to look more intimidating. I can tell this kid is gonna seriously get on my nerves, "Look...kid, this between me and Christi, little kids shouldn't butt in!" I retorted.

Suddenly, my demon senses flared like crazy. They're telling me to run and get the hell out of here.

"What ya say to me punk?!" suddenly his little kiddy features went all macho. He grew bigger and bigger until his head reached the ceiling, twelve feet from the ground. Apart from his perfectly chiseled face, everything was downright terrifying. I mean, he's fucking huge!

I took a few steps back, "What the hell?!" I exclaimed. This guy(well no one can really call a metamorphing guy who just went from four feet to twelve feet in eight seconds a kid) was extremely angry. And he's gonna punch me to prove it!

I couldn't move. It's like I was stuck on the ground. His fist was already close to my face when Christi suddenly shouted, "Dad stop!"

I slowly opened my eyes and was surprised that the fist stopped just at the tip of my nose. Wait a minute, she called him 'Dad'?!

"Eh?! Christi? This is-"

"Yeah." She retorted.

"He's Jehovah. My father..." she finished.