The Son of Lucifer

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Azriel's POV

    I quickly did as my mother asked of me. My suit was like a traditional one with a black coat and pants with a white tuxedo shirt under it; however, I looked closer at the tie I would be wearing and I saw a small pin in the shape of golden angel wings. The pin stood out wonderfully against the red fabric of the tie and I straightened it before heading back downstairs. Am I missing something, or will everything be explained in a couple minutes?

    My mother was also dressed up and wore a ruby dress that showed off her elegant figure. She ushered me over to the couch and sat me down saying, "Alright, when your father comes in you will -"

    The sound of the door opening up cut off her stream of words and the entire house suddenly got very chilly. I slowly stood up from my seat as a butler came to the doorway and then motioned an elegantly dressed man into the room. His voice sounded like velvet as he smiled softly, "Helen! I've missed you so much."

    It was awkward to watch them hug and I shuffled my feet slowly; however, I went ridged as the man fixed his coppery eyes onto me. The resemblance was uncanny! He had my ebony hair, my chilled jawline, my lean-muscled body type, and he even had the same smirk I usually used to pick up chicks. . . I quickly remembered my manners and bowed slightly to this stranger, "Hello, Sir. My name is Azriel Morningstar and it's-"

    This strange man suddenly had me wrapped in a suffocating embrace and I nearly jumped out of my tuxedo. His suit must have been made to hide the fact that he was more muscled than I had originally thought because his arms felt like bands of iron. He then moved away so I was at his arms length saying, "It is good to finally meet you, my son. I'm so sorry I haven't been around much but I hope I can stay here with you and your mother for a while since all is well with my work." 

    I straightened my tie and quickly fixed up my appearance as stated the obvious, "We look very much alike. . . Now I know where I get my stunning charm from as well."

    This brought a laugh from my father, but it didn't sound too happy. It sounded like an evil one to my ears and I shivered as he said, "Yes, I see you mostly took after me; however, you have your mother's eyes. . . They suit you quite well to be honest."

    My smirk came into view in that moment and my mom spoke up saying softly, "Why don't we go have something to eat? The chefs can whip up some brunch." Her smile looked a little forced as she gently placed a hand on my father's shoulder, "Please, dear? He needs some time to take this all in before you really get too comfortable with him."

    It was right then that I saw something flicker in my father's eyes. An emotion of pure, unholy rage appeared for a split second before it faded into one of love as he straightened, "Of course, Helen, that sounds lovely." He then looked back at me with a soft smile and motioned for me to follow, "Come along, Azriel. We have things to discuss."

    Somehow, I didn't think I would like what we would discuss and I cautiously followed my parents to the smaller dining room so we could eat. 

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    It was quite an awkward meal with my presumed father asking me a million questions and with how my mother looked almost like she wanted to disappear, but we made t through and I was currently showing my father around the mansion.

    He remained quiet for the most part and only spoke when I directed a question to him about his work or how he'd been over the years. His expression turned to one of  delight as we neared my room and I slowly opened the double doors to allow him inside my private space.

    Truth be told, I kept my gigantic room quite clean and I also didn't have a lot of fancy things there. Yes I had the regular things you would assume I would have: a king sized bed all to myself, a flatscreen t.v. mounted to the wall, and I had my very own veranda that looked over the gardens. . . However, I owned mostly old fashioned books.

    Shelves upon shelves of old texts covered my walls and I had read all of them at least once to just occupy my time. I took very good care of them and would swat anyone if they tried to mistreat them, but I allowed my father to browse my collections and was surprised when he said, "I used to read these types of books when I was your age. . . They really open up your mind to new ways of thinking, hmm?"

    I nodded with a small, genuine smile, "Yeah. . . The ones on the Devil interest me currently."

    My father faced me with a puzzled look on his elegant face, "Is your mother aware of this?" He then ran his hand down the spine of a book slowly as he waited for my answer.

   "She's like a ninja, dad. I can't get away with keeping something like my book collection a secret because I usually end up telling her anyway," I said as I loosened my tie slightly and sat down on my black leather couch. My fingers fiddled with the golden pin as I continued, "I bought them from an old friend of mine and he said that the texts were written by a person who actually imprisoned the Devil for several weeks and the person asked the Fallen Angel many questions. . . Enough to result in five completed books."

    "Indeed. . . I've heard the same tale of the author trapping Lucifer in a golden net and then proceeded to humiliate the Fallen by asking really dumb questions," My father's tone took on one that sounded almost spiteful in nature and he glared at the five books as if they had insulted him in some way. He then faced me with a soft smile and asked, "Has your mother ever told you my name?"

    I shook my head and scowled as I thought long and hard, "No. . . I don't remember her ever telling me too much about you other than I look exactly like you." 

    He chuckled and then I saw the same flash of rage spark in his eyes as he grinned an evil grin and said, "My name is Lucifer Morningstar."