Yep, definitely Loki's kid.

Chapter 12: Superhero to Party Trick Performer

I wake up early the next morning so that I can prepare for Tom's birthday and grudgingly pull my tired body up out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready. Still half asleep and struggling to even stay standing up, I blindly fumble around for the shower faucet to turn it to an uncomfortable chilly temperature since we have pretty much no hot water in this hell hole.

After a drowsy shower where I swear that I fell asleep standing up at one moment, I turn the freezing water off and pull a towel around myself as I step out onto the cold tile floor. When I finally bring my eyes up to the mirror for the first time I instantly jump back, definitely feeling very awake now.

Instead of the miserable, tired face that looked like it just crawled out of Smeagol's cave that I expected to be staring back at me, I swear that I stared back into a pair of bright red eyes adorned on an icy blue-colored face that was littered with raised markings in its place.

I quickly rub my eyes trying to push the sleep out of them. When I wearily bring my eyes up to the mirror again I sign in relief when I am met with my disheveled, sleep-deprived face. I come to the conclusion that I must have hallucinated since I have not had my first energy drink of the day yet. With that thought, I quickly prance over to my 'room' and lift up the floorboard where I hide all my energy drinks and valuables and pull one out. I break it open and chug the whole thing within a few seconds desperately not wanting to get any more sleep-deprivation hallucinations.

After shaking away the sleep I quietly head downstairs, unsure if Satan is back yet and really not wanting to find out. When I make it to the kitchen I start to pack some sandwiches, crackers, and fruits for a picnic lunch at the park.

Eventually, the kids start to trickle down to the dining room where I then give them the donuts that I got from the clearance section since they expire today as a special treat for Tom's birthday. Tom is already smiling from ear to ear and I can't wait to see his smile when he sees the surprises that I have for him today.

As all the kids are sitting around the table quietly chatting, we all suddenly whip our heads to the stairs and hold our breath as we hear a heavy rustling coming down them. However, I do not recognize them as Ms. Santina's memorable footsteps. My question is soon answered when we see a surprisingly young-looking man appear from around the corner.

I stare at him with a hard glare and he stops in his tracks looking at all the kids sitting around the table who are also all staring at him silently.

"Uhhhhh... hi." The man says as he runs a hand through his mess of bed hair.

I am about to speak up until I hear another more recognizable set of footsteps pounding down the stairs and I tense. When Ms. Santina storms around the corner and eyes the scene in front of her she gives us all a hard threatening glare before the man turns around to her and her face instantly changes to something disgustingly sweet and most likely very forced.

"Sorry if they were bothering you, babe. They are usually very well-behaved." She hisses through her teeth, giving us a side eye at the end as if daring us to say anything.

(A/n - it physically hurt me to write 'babe.' Even though it is literally meant to be very cringy and uncomfortable in this part, I still just hate it with a burning passion. (no offense if you use that, I just personally despise it.)

"Oh, no they-"

"It's ok, baby. Let's just go back upstairs." Satan says with a flirtatious edge.

I practically gag, we definitely need to get out of here as soon as humanly possible.

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The very moment that the two of them disappear around the corner I instantly start quickly ushering the kids to grab their things and basically push them out the door. I do not feel like letting the kids get traumatized today.