My Life As Satan's Son

A Trophy Father's Trophy Son

"Do not order me around as if I am a child, okay, I am not a child!" I shouted.

"Son, calm down, and go upstairs, you are making a big deal out of nothing!" My father yelled.

"NO, YOU CALM DOWN, I JUST GOT ESCORTED HOME, FROM A DATE, WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, MAY I ADD, FROM A GREAT BIG MAN IN A SUIT AND A GREAT BIG HUMMER, TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON." 

At this moment, I was fuming, I mean come on, who wouldn't be. I was out at dinner, with my girlfriend, Kate, we go on regular dates to keep our relationship in tact, not that we were in jeopardy, anyway, but still, it's nice to hang out every once in a while. While at dinner, a man came up to me, and grabbed my arm and began to pull me away from Kate, showing no mercy. I began to thrash around, screaming at him, and yelling obscene words, and he reacted as if I wasn't there. Kate got up and followed behind, trying to calm me down, but I wasn't going to budge. The large man threw me into his black Hummer, and began to drive, while I was yelling at him in the backseat. 

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"Listen, Luke, you are freaking out, over nothing. He was supposed to pick you up, and bring you home, we have something to discuss, and it needed to be done before your birthday, but he came today, not like we planed." My father tried to calm me.

My father threw a glare in the direction of the suited man, sitting on our couch as if he owned the place, picking his nails, and chuckling at times at our argument.

"Hey man, I don't take orders from you, Boss said come today, so I did." The man stood up, and smirked.

"These orders are not what we had planned, it's ruining everything, disrupting my household, look what you and your boss has caused. Do you see this!?" My father yelled, spit coming from his mouth.

"Listen here, man. I told you, I just follow the orders given to me, and the pick up was scheduled for today, you have a problem? Take it up with the boss, not me. So, if you could kindly keep your mortal mouth away from me, with your disgusting spit, that would be great, before I do it for you. Got it? Do you see this?" 

My father flinched at his words, and took a step back from suitman. 

"Sorry, sorry. I am just aggravated. I don't usually act like this, but this is really working me up." 

"Whatever floats your boat man, just step off my fucking case." 

I looked from my dad, to the man, dumbfounded. What the hell is going on. There was something off about this, and I don't understand any of it. 

"Can someone explain to me what is going on? Why I had to be rudely interrupted during dinner, for this?" I asked.

"Well, kid, you see-" Mr. Big Man began to answer

"-It was a mistake, you weren't supposed to be picked up today, it was supposed to happen before your birthday party, so it would give us time to explain what is going on, and why it's going on." My father, cut him off.

"Okay...so can I just know now, what the hell is going on." 

"Son, I can't explain right now."

"You have to explain now, Boss is coming now, and he won't be happy if you don't tell him, and he has to."

I looked in the man's eyes, and saw a..a flicker of light? It resembled a flame, of some sort. Impossible, that can't be, I must be imagining things because of the amount of stress this is putting on me, maybe I'm tired, yeah.

"I just-I-I can't do this." He turned to the suitman, and took a sharp intake of air. 

"You have to, now."