earth: a story by satan

earth: a story by satan

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well, I never thought I would be sent up, by my own servant might I add, to earth. but I'll get to that later, for now well I'll just tell you my story. so I lord of the underworld, got tricked into going to earth over a foolish bet I had with my servant. I never knew he could stoop so low, well actually yes I did, he's obviously in the underworld for a reason. so yeah I'm angry. very angry. I'll kill the idiot. when I get back that is.... anyway I'll start from the beginning. "is he okay?" a voice asked "just unconscious, he'll be fine in the morning," another replied "nothing major, just a knock to the head." the voice continued I opened my eye to four eyes looking back at me with concern. the sunlight was harsh so I could barely see, I'm weak. how would I protect myself in this state? "he's awake?!" the man with the emerald eyes gasped with shock. he leant towards me, I could feel his breath on my face, too close for my likening. "who are you?" I rasped out.
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Father was lounging in his chair, his legs up against the armrest. He smirked at me as I come in. "Did you like my present?" I glower. "Oh yes. Very thoughtful of you. Sending an assassin to kill your son." Father laughs. "You should've been more careful. And it took you so long to send it back." I grit my teeth. "Oh don't be mad. You need to sharpen your skills. Whatever skills you do have." I stay silent, grounding my fist into my thigh. Father leans back against his chair, folding his hands. "So. Have you made any progress?" I stare at the ground. Father frowns. "Are you serious? You are my son. It should not be this hard to do. A couple nations enslaved, others annihilated, I don't see what the problem is." I glare at him. "Firstly, I don't have any resources or weapons. And the humans speak a completely different language I don't even know. Secondly, how the Djinn am I gonna get the energy to do all that?" Father cocks his head. "Improvise." I'm going to re-write this story seeing as I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out, so stay tuned!

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