I stare at the ground.
My hands curl into fists and my feet swell in size.
The floor looks farther away.
"WHY?! What did I do?! Can't even face me, can you, old man?! You have to haunt me in my dreams? Can't allow your only son some peace in the night? No, you can't, you pathetic excuse for a living being! What are you gonna do this time? Huh?"
Horns swing as I turn towards the mirror.
My reflection glints back at me. My eyes are big and completely crimson red. Huge, black, jagged horns jut out of my head, displacing my purple hair.
I can see the blood vessels pump through my forearms. My face is no longer pale. Fangs the size of my human fingers jut out of my mouth, facing the ceiling. Dark claws replace my finger nails.
Then it all flickers.
"Wow, I'm so scared!"
Father stares at me from the mirror.
"You forget your place, boy."
I bare my teeth, growling.
He rolls his eyes. "Please. Even here, I could break you."
I growl again and step forward.
"Anyway, how's it going?"
"How's it going? Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious. Can't a father ask about his only son?"
I snort. "Some father you are."
Father puts a hand over his heart, pouting. "I'm wounded."
"Like I care."
Father straightens, dusting off his black blazer. "Any progress?"
I glower.
He scowls. "I knew you couldn't do it."
I feel a pain in my chest. "You don't think I can do anything."
"Because you can't."
I bare my teeth again, my fangs biting into my lip. Blood drips down my chin.
"If you could do anything, that cute, little girl that flirted with you today would be dead. Gone. Her power absorbed."
He pauses for a moment. "Remember Sylt, I'm everywhere. Everywhere. So don't think you can do anything. Because you can't. You're weak and an idiot and frankly, I really wish you hadn't been born."
His eyes glimmer and he smiles sweetly.
"But, if you can absorb enough life energy to maintain that transformation of yours and be able to turn that friend of yours back to normal, maybe I'd consider letting you come back. What do you say?"
I glare at him, fists clenched.
He scowls, his eyes glowing a harsh red. "I asked you a question."
"Ok."
He smiles again. "Ok then."
And he dissolves into the mirror, leaving my angry reflection behind.
"Bye Father."
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Fallen (editing)
FantasyFather was lounging in his chair, his legs up against the armrest. He smirked at me as I come in. "Did you like my present?" I glower. "Oh yes. Very thoughtful of you. Sending an assassin to kill your son." Father laughs. "You should've been more ca...
