The Heir of Light and Dark

Chapter 4

Samuel was standing in a crowd. The crowd was accusing, who Samuel presumed to be, professor Carlisle for being a monster. Professor Carlisle, in complete misery, tried to explain how he had to save his research instead of the young student that got stuck in the car. Samuel assumed the student died in that car crash, and that the consequences of Carlisle's corrupted priorities was enough for him to get stuck in Hell for eternity. However, Samuel had bigger priorities than Carlisle. Who in this crowd could be Valefar? Samuel tried to look and listen closely for any behaviour that seemed extraordinary.

"Monster! Monster!" could be continuously heard from the crowd. However, Samuel also spotted laughter. "Monster! Monster!" Why would a crowd laugh at a man who practically killed a young boy? News flash, they wouldn't. Samuel couldn't help but smirk, sometimes his own insight surprises him.

"Suck it Lilith, I can handle myself perfectly." He thought to himself as he walked through the crowd. "Monster! Monster!" By navigating the volume of the laughter, he guided himself to who he assumed to be Valefar. After some looking – which was tricky to do with all the background noise – Samuel presumed he found Valefar. The demon, who is the only one laughing, was wearing a simple shirt and black jeans. His hair was a bright blond, and the demon had very prominent blue eyes. He looked a lot younger than Purson, it made Samuel wonder if Valefar was called a child as well by Lilith and Purson. No matter, Samuel just needed to get the Ring of – whatever the name of it is – quickly and without any inconveniences. Samuel tapped Valefar's shoulder. The demon was surprised by Samuel's touch, his mood transformed from joyful to serious in less than a second.

"What do ya want?" he asked in an annoyed tone and with a surprising Southern accent.

"I believe you have something of Purson's." Valefar couldn't help but chuckle as he joked,

"Like what? His purse?" Samuel chuckled sarcastically as he looked seriously at Valefar.

"Where is his ring, Valefar?" Valefar put his hands in his pockets as he looked away from the scene and finally looked at Samuel.

"An' who do you think you are?"

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Samuel, John. I am known as the Heir of Dark." Samuel held up his hand for a handshake. Valefar looked at the hand with disgust,

"Ah don't know who you think ya are kid, but ya sure seem like a spoiled fellah who needs to get back in line." Samuel put his hand back in his pocket. He rolled his eyes,

"Just give me the damn ring." Valefar grinned,

"Not happenin'." Samuel sighed, how does one get a demon to give a ring with pacifism? Most likely not. Valefar continued, "Ah don't even know why you care about Purson. Have you met the guy? He's a conservative ass. If you are this 'Heir of Dark', dat doesn't mean dat Purson will follow ya. Best guess, he just got you here because he wants ya as his little errand boy." Samuel got close to Valefar as he stared deeply into his eyes. Samuel said in an angry and intimidating tone,

"I am not his errand boy. Keep talking with that tone and I'll show you why even a 'conservative ass' will follow me. Mark my words Valefar, Purson's loyalties to Lucifer align with me. Give me his damn ring back or there will be consequences." Valefar smirked happily,

"Now thass more like it." Apparently, Valefar wanted Samuel to show a more aggressive side of him. Samuel should've known, demons like the dark parts of people. Valefar backed away a little from Samuel and reached into his back pocket of his jeans. The demon held up a ring.

"'ere it is." Valefar held the ring towards Samuel. "Ah am excited to see you at work, Heir of Dark." However, this all felt wrong to Samuel. Somehow, Samuel expected the ring to have something more. Purson's ring couldn't possibly be this simple, could it? First, Samuel felt the power of Council's chair. And now, in this ring, he feels no power at all. Samuel took a leap of faith and said to Valefar,