The Devil and a Joker

1.What I love most!

Lucifer's P.O.V 

You think being named after your father would mean something like I don't know you get to take over their legacy or you get their money or I don't know but you get something good. Me however I didn't get anything good out of being the son of the devil all what I got was his name and so rich crazy fake pedants who worship my real dad.But they turned on him and thought they saw the light when I was born when really God didn't give them the joy of me the Devil Lucifer did. 

I didn't have a name until dad came out of hell in flames and all then he told these two nut jobs that I'm their son and my names Lucifer, Lucifer Quinn their only beloved angel of a son. They loved me and all up until the day I was 5 because on that day I showed my true self and my powers by stabbing the maid to death with a floating knife......Don't give me that look she had to died, I saw her doing unholy thing with my fake daddy so I let her die nicely might I add.

Fake mommy and daddy weren't happy to see the lovely little mess I made of her because they locked me up in my room for 2 whole years, so what it was just one human life and I made a knife fly that's cool not bad or crazy.....right?Ah, I knew you'd get me!

But I can't stop my self from killing someone because it's like a drug, the rush as you feel their heart and whole body shake in fear for death, as you take their life in one quick movement you can feel the life from in side of them slowly dying and I love that about humans. Your all to much fun that and life means so much to you all.

After the 2 year were up mommy and daddy had me meat my new little fake baby sister. Was I not all they wanted or something? Why did they get a sick little beats like that when they have me? I didn't like it one bit mostly because of it's crying at night, you should only cry when your scared of getting killed so one late night I got a lighter and some gasoline then set her on fire. 

That ended me up being locked in my room for like 9 or more years for killing my fake bitch of a baby sister all what she did was cry so I up her out of her sadness, do I hear any thanks no but hey I know I did the right thing like I always do.

I thought to day was going to be like the rest (me just sitting reading in my dull room planing their deaths, mommy's and daddy'd if you really must know) but for some odd reason a maid came in and began to clean. So she must be new because no body ever comes in to my room.

Slowly I got up and began to walk up to her, not making a sound.Then before she could move I grabbed her pinning her to the wall, I smirked at how weak she was as he tried to push me away.

"Wow!Your so weak for a human"I laughed as she began to cry."This is all on you for coming in to my room because fake mommy and daddy would have told you NEVER to come in here with me"

I could feel her heart getting faster and fast, the fear must be hitting her hard cuz I love that she is now shaking with all the fear for her little human soul life has left. In one quick movement I snapped her neck then let the lifeless body drop to the floor with a thud. Then I left the room in the first since like ever.

"That felt great"I smiled to my self as I do to mommy's and daddy's bed room door."This should be hell of a game"

I then opened then door and locked it behind me. Mommy and daddy looked like they were sleeping so I make the bed flip over throwing them of like the rich prats they are,ah family! I smiled at how they both stood up in a rush with panic written all over their faces.

"Hello mother and father"their heads snapped towards me and their eyes filled with horror,I loved that."Now I guess I should show you of what I thought about all those years of being locked in my room with no body to kill"

With one quick look at my mother she fell to the floor with blood rushing out of her eyes, mouth and any hole in her head that I could force her insides to melt out of. My (FAKE) dad just watched crying his eyes out like the scared child he is.As I began to walk up to him he ran to the door but I ripped his heart clean out like there was no tomorrow,then his body hit the floor.

Quickly I dropped his heart then washed my hands and phoned the cops saying the butler just killed my mother and father.There is no way they can prove I did it!

In like a hour cops where here and all over my house. One cop called Harvey Bullock drove me to the station and told me he would call my Uncle Robert Quinn to come and look after me for a while.

Well I think this was the best day of my teenage life!!! You have to love a good killing of you mommy and daddy.