The Son of Lucifer

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Lucifer's POV

The look of shock on my son's face made it clear that he was at a loss for words at the moment because of my statement. My smile only grew as he stared at me, "What proof do you need to believe me?"

He blinked slowly and then just shook his head violently, "You're trying to trick me into doing something!! Shame on you!!" Azriel's entire posture changed to a very threatening one and his eyes seemed to glow with the power that was slowly seeping into his form, "You can't be my father because my mother is a godly woman who doesn't hang around riffraff like you! Get out of my room and go back to the Hell you made for yourself!"

I was shocked at his words and my temper sparked to life as I locked eyes with this boy, "You are my son and I'm your father, boy. There's no changing what has already come to pass. . . Do you feel the power filling your form? It is mine and you have the ability to use my strength-"

Azriel suddenly lunged for my throat and I didn't move quick enough because we both tumbled to the floor, growling and fighting for the upper hand. My son somehow bested me and wrapped his hands around my throat, "Get. Out." He then retreated from me with a low snarl and began to pace before the foot of his bed with an almost animalistic quality to his movements.

My throat felt bruised and I coughed as I gingerly tried to speak, but Azriel would have none of my excuses. His glare sent a cool shiver down my spine and I suddenly regretted coming to see him at all.

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Azriel's POV

I truly did feel a foreign power swirling within my body when Lucifer mentioned it, but I ignored it as I stared him down with the deadliest glare I could muster when he tried speaking again. My head was pounding as I struggled to keep the pain from my face; however, when my mom burst though the door, I lost my train of focus and crumbled to the floor.

She ran to my side and held me close as she glared at my father, "I told you, Lucifer! Azriel isn't ready for your "inheritance" gift yet!!"

My father sighed softly and I suddenly felt the agony receding from my body. I opened my eyes to see a grimace on his face as a soft red mist entered his body and it ended with him actually crying out in pain. His gaze found mine right then and he whispered, "I'm sorry, Azriel. . . I thought you'd be ready and I was wrong. Please, forgive me for trying to force that burden upon you so soon."

". . . I forgive you, Father," I found myself saying softly as I slowly, with help from my mother, stood up again and went to my veranda to get some fresh air. The soft breeze helped clear my head and I admired the gardens below me with a lazy gaze.