The Son of Lucifer

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Lucifer's POV

    My son had fled to his bedroom for the evening and I followed his mother to our room when I was too exhausted to finish anymore papers. Personally, I felt no regret about showing my son what my power could do to his mind; however, I had to fake it for my "wife" to be happy. The whole "being a husband/father" thing wasn't really my thing. . . I didn't really have anyone to talk to about being a father, since my own father cast me from Heaven hundreds of years ago.

    Azriel. . . My only remaining son. The others hadn't been able to handle their birthright from me, but when I had touched Azriel with my power. . . His eyes had lit up like torches and I saw my power being drawn into his shuddering form as I gave more to him. He had to be the one who would take my place; however, I had to first gain back what little trust I had demolished when I overstepped my bounds. 

    I knew that Heaven would be watching Azriel's progress closely and if he was truly the one that would replace me in Hell. . . The images were too grizzly. You may be thinking that since I'm the Devil that I have absolutely no heart within this body of mine, but you couldn't be more wrong. When it comes to Azriel now, like any father, all I want is for him to be safe and for him not have to worry about rogue Angels looking to get a pay raise. 

    The mighty sure have fallen. . . I gazed down at the newspaper before me and snarled as I saw a story of three rogue Angels hunting down one of my daughters. The Angels tormented her dreams and had run her to ground before torturing her to death right in front of a church that she had tried to seek refuge in. It made my hatred for those feather heads grow to an insane level and I silently vowed that if any of them tried to lay a finger on Azriel, I would raise Hell right then and there. Screw Judgement Day! You mess with my last son. . . You deal with me.

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Azriel's POV

    The next morning, I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a car and Samuel came to my side instantly to help me get dressed in casual clothes. My back burned where the tattoos now stained my skin and I probably looked like the Hunchback when I walked into the dining room we used for casual breakfasts. 

    My father sat across from my mother and the mood seemed to be an icy one to say the very least. It looked as if they were arguing before I came in, so I kept my head down and began to nibble on my small breakfast. I spotted Sam lingering in the darkest corner available and I sighed softly through my nose as the silence stretched on and on.

    "How are you feeling this morning, Azriel?" My mother shattered the silence and I noticed my father, or Lucifer, stiffen even more in his seat.

    I looked over at my mother with a small smile, "Had a little bit of trouble sleeping, but I'm doing alright otherwise. . . How are you and dad doing?"

    My mother sent a glare in Lucifer's direction and I nearly laughed at how the Devil himself was intimidated by my mother. He sighed softly and faced me, but his tone was flatter than stale pop, "Your mother and I are doing just fine, Azriel. Thank you for your concern." His eyes suddenly flashed with a knowing look and I knew right then that he knew about my wings, but he didn't say anything other than, "I'm glad you've grown up to have such prominent manners."

    I smiled and dipped my head to him slowly. Every fiber of my being wanted to strangle this man; however, I doubted that he would even allow me to lay a finger on him in the event that I lost my cool. My powers, if I had any at all, were probably unpredictable and I truly didn't want to hurt my mother if I somehow lost my mind when I finally flew into a rage.

    Lucifer locked eyes with me for a moment and I felt the power stirring within him as his temper flared, but right when it was about to appear. . . he halted the flow and turned away from me. He gingerly lifted his coffee cup and said, "It's quite an adjustment for me, to be honest with you. . . I'm not used to being a father and I hope you can forgive me for overstepping my boundaries the other day. I truly am sorry if I caused you any harm."

    "I-I forgave you the moment it happened, Dad." He looked at me in stunned silence, so I continued speaking so he couldn't return to his sultry manner, "You've been away from us for a long time and haven't really had a good chance to meet me, so I can understand how it could be tough to adjust to suddenly becoming a father figure almost overnight." It truly astounded me at how honest Lucifer had just been with me and I decided to honor that with the way I spoke to him in that moment. 

    My father's posture relaxed slightly as I finished speaking and he didn't meet my gaze as he said softly, "Well then. . . Maybe we can start over?"

    I smirked and held out my hand for him to shake as I rose from my chair, "Hey there, Father. My name is Azriel and I love Gothic styled art, reading books on all things dealing with mythical beings, and anything dealing with things going bump in the night."

    His eyes glittered with mischief as he took my hand in his, "Nice to meet you officially, Azriel. I am, as you know, your father. . . My name is Lucifer Morningstar."

    We shook hands for a second before we returned to our seats, but I truly felt as though I had demolished a wall that had been between me and my father. Now I had the task of keeping him from pushing me into anything too quickly for my taste. . . And I knew that that would be the trickiest part of the gig. He's the freakin' Devil and I'm just a teenager with powers I barely even know how to handle right now. . . This is gonna get really freaky if something goes down around here.