Save Me/ K. Takami (On Hiatus)

The Devil's Son

A/N:

Sorry, but there is no Y/n or Hawks in this chapter, but this is still important. This new character is going to be very vital in this story. I want you to be able to know his POV and his past.  This is a longer chapter than my others, but I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Mental Illness, killing, blood, death. 

I hope you have a great day/night and thank you for your support!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Silence.

A young man could be seen in a black dress shirt and slacks. He sat in his chair in front of a clean desk. The room he was in was dimly lit as a black dog rested on the floor. A string of smoke faded into the air from a cigar that was held in between teeth. Cold eyes bore into a wall that had a picture of a women. The man twirled a knife in his left hand, his eyes never leaving the picture. Her empty eyes showed through a white cat mask that she wore, a mocking look on her face.

"Mistake."
"Mistake."
"Mistake."

He mumbled under his breath over and over. His hand gripped harder on the knife he held as his veins popped out.

"After all he did for you."
"How dare you."

Anger flashed through his eyes as he gritted his teeth. His hand moved so fast, some wouldn't think he had moved at all. The knife had suddenly plunged right in the center of the picture as it stuck into the cement wall. His hands started to twitch as he breathed heavily.

"How dare you feel happiness."
"He gave you everything."
"You were nothing."

Messy and curly black hair hung above his dark red eyes. His lips were in a thin line from anger as he clenched his fist on the desk.

"You shall be nothing once more."

He growled in a low voice.

He let out a deep breath as he laid his head back on his chair. He stared at the ceiling as he stretched his hand in front of him. He watched as his hand twitched before him. His mouth split into a sickening grin that parted his pale face. A low chuckle rose from his throat as his eyes had a crazed look in them.

"Don't worry, Papa."
"I'll make things right."
"I'll take everything away from her."
"Wait, no."

He sat up straight in his chair as he spun it, resting his hand on his chin.

"That's no fun."
"What must be done to tear someone apart from the inside?"
"What can I do to emotionally destroy someone?"

His thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He sighed as he stood up and stretched.

"You may come in."

Another man came in, he was somewhere around his early twenties. He had red hair in an undercut, the shaven part black. He had piercings on his ears, nose, and tongue. He had bright yellow eyes that looked lazily in front of him.

"You called?"
"Ah yes, Hoka. I've been wondering.." he started as he walked to the picture that currently had a knife in it. He slid the knife out as he he traced the women's face.
"Y/N Lynn. She's still with that hero, yes?"

Hoka leaned on the door frame with a bored look.
"Yep."

"Hmm, I see. And my father had no plans to execute her?" he asked as he turned to eye Hoka.
"Nope. That he had no reason to. He was never going to kill her in the first place, she was his favorite remember?" mock could be traced in his words as a sly smirk crossed his face.