Oliver and I ventured out of the room. He held my hand and clung to my arm.
I have to say- our house was big. But. Not this big.
Oliver took me down the long hall. A door made of glass he pulled me towards.
"Before you woke up, my father asked to speak to you."
I gulped hard.
"Oh..' I was in a nervous sweat.
As we reached a foot away the door opened. His father was sitting at a desk. Facing the window. "Come in, Austin.
Oliver go help your mother with Samael. "
Oliver looked up and me.
"But dad-" he whined.
"Oliver go. Mr. Carlile and I need to talk." Oliver furrowed his brows and kissed my cheek.
He left. "You wanted to see me sir?"
I clenched the back of a chair.
He spun around in his gigantic chair.
"Yes. We need to discuss some things."
His hair was as black as tar. It was long and slicked back. He wore a black button up. He didn't look old, maybe early forties.
He laced his clawed fingers together.
"Seeing as some one has attacked you. You'll need to start a game plan. Oliver won't stay here in hell forever. He'll want to return to your home on earth. I can't risk losing another son, let alone a grandchild-"
I didn't know Oliver lost a brother. And I'll be damned if anyone hurts my family.
I nodded. " What should I do?"
The slight frown left his face.
A slight grin took over.
"We are going to kill God."
I got nervous again.
"How will we do that? "
I asked.
He tapped on his left horn
"I'm not sure yet. I'll think of something. Please send Oliver in when you see him, thank you."
He gave me a weak smile.
As I walked back to our room I thought about it.
I opened the bedroom door, Sammy lay in Oliver's lap, sleeping.
"Oliver your father wants to speak to you. "
He nodded.
"Can you come get him?"
He smiled.
I walked over to him and picked Sammy up.
He clung to my neck, hugging me. I held his tiny body to me.
"Are you my brother?" He spoke.
"No. I'm just your brothers boyfriend. " I smiled.
His tiny hands rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry you lost your mommy and daddy."
I didn't know how he knew that, but I didn't want to ask.
He probably has similar abilities to Oliver.
"It's okay, buddy. I was really young when I lost them."
I patted his back.
He let go of me and sat next to me.
-Oliver's pov-
My father rubbed his temples.
"You know, Oliver. This is quite a predicament. "
His fingers clenched.
"I know father. I'm sorry it isn't Austin's fault. "
I looked into his eyes.
"I know, son. Of course it isn't.
You've made me proud, my darling." It was weird having him be kind to me. I don't think that he's ever said more than five words to me in such a small amount of time.
"Why have I made you proud? "
I crossed my legs and held my Belly.
He stirred his coffee with his finger.
"You see son, I've always wanted to have the opportunity to kill God. He's been my sworn enemy before you were born. If I kill God there will be the end of him leaving heaven. He'll be bound to that shit hole of a place they call planet heaven,"
