World at it's worst

King Of Hell

Once upon a time a baby boy was born into the human world, but this child was different he was the son of death, who is me. I decided to wait for the boy to become older until I took him under my wing, to show and teach him about the underworld, since someday he will be the king. This child of mine had pitch black hair, and piercing purple eyes. He grew up doing not so good things, but on his thirteenth birthday, I decided it was time for Gabe.

His frame was leaning against the wall of the school, it was after hours. His slightly muscular arms were at his side and his hands in the pockets of his grey skinny jeans. The one side of his black shirt was tucked into his pants and the other side was loose. A young female girl walked by, she was probably around the age fifteen. He started whistling at the girl earning him a disgusted glare. As soon as the girl left, it was just Gabe around. I stood in front of the boy and became visible to him. He jumped in surprise and stumbled out the words "w-where did you come from"

I laughed wickedly, this boy amused me with his weakness. "Gabe, grab my hand and you'll know everything" I extended my arm to the small boy and he cautiously took it. As soon as our hands connected, my eyes closed quickly and I willed to show him everything. Quickly the past flipped through our minds, from just before his birth to the present. I opened my eyes to see my child wide eyed and mouth open. He was obviously in shock. I gave him a minute to comprehend everything. He pulled his hand away from mine and spoke "dad?" his eyes were filled with hope and tears started to well-up in his eyes.

"Son." I said with my deep voice. He then ran into me wrapping his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him and said "it's time to take you home. Hold on" he looked up at me and I grinned. I then snapped my fingers and we appeared in the underworld. Here I was in my natural form, instead of my human form..and so was Gabe. He pulled away from me and looked up at me like I was some mythical creature

"Cool..." He mumbled he was staring at my tall figure. In my form I was seven feet tall. My black wings were about the length of a car and my skin colour was a purple-grey colour. I had long claws on my hands and my eyes were blood red. My black hair was greasy and hung over my face on asymmetrically.

"Well, you should see yourself." I let out a yell and two demons flew in with a mirror and placed it in front of my son. He looked at himself in surprise. I stood beside my son and we looked in the mirror together. We looked almost exactly alike. Except he was only about 5'9 in hight, his eyes were still a piercing purple and I was still way more muscular.

"Wow!! This is so cool!" Declared Gabe, I chuckled.

"Shall I give you a tour of the place that will someday be yours?"

"Yes!!" He was extremely excited

"But first, I must teach you to fly. Stretch out your wings like so" I stretched out my long wings & he did the same.

"Now, slowly move your wings up and down, focus on moving the air down" he did so perfectly and started to rise into the air.

"Thats my boy!!" We both soared up high & flew around the underworld. Showing him everything top to bottom. Causing a little trouble as well. But it's only expected because I, well...I am simply the king of hell.