The Satan's -------- Chapter One

The Satan’s

Chapter One

I stared at the mansion that loomed before me, my eyes taking a quick glance the street sign which read ‘666 Evil’s Highway’. Now anyone in there right mind who valued their lives, would turn a blind eye and walk away as if they had seen nothing out of the ordinary. But me, well lets just say for now that I’m not your average ordinary person. The reason I’m not shaking in my shoes and fearing for my life is well because, I’m home sweet home.

It felt good to be home, as I stepped inside the hallway I got whiff of my mum’s cooking. Smelt like Shepard’s pie, but an actual Shepard is the main ingredient, ahh my favorite. Call me weird but being son of Lucifer, Prince of darkness I wasn’t brought up to be completely normal. I’m still your average thirteen year old though you no hanging out with my mates, with the very few I have. You know being son of Satan you would have thought I would be popular, but it appears I was wrong. The sound of my mother’s sweet voice rang in my ears as she called for me.

“Sweetie is that you.” She called, sounding a little too nice to be the wife of Lucifer.

“Coming mum” I replied, kicking my shoes off and heading into the one of three kitchens we have.

I forgot how bright this kitchen was and had to shield my eyes for split second before they adjusted to the room. It had your average kitchen tiled floor and funny enough black cupboards with red handle’s and hinges. I reached for the fridge but a soft hand slapped mine away.

“Already in the fridge pigging out and you haven’t even been home for more than thirty seconds, so doesn’t best mum in the world get a hug.” She asked, her rosy red cheeks shining in the sunlight which beamed through a gap in the dark curtains. She was tall and relatively thin, by that I mean she wasn’t fat but nor was she a stick figure. Her curly black hair was cut just short of her green eyes. She was a cheerful character, and how she met my dad I’m sure I’ll never know. Out of all the ladies he could have had in the world anyone one of them could be his by a click of his fingers, but it seemed there wasn’t a personality like my mum’s. She’s a cheerful character and rarely had grudges for anyone, except for that one lady who made a remark about her, day later she was found in pieces.

“Mum I’m I little to old to be giving you huge cuddles after all-“

“What you’ve been away for weeks at summer camp and you’re telling me you don’t wanna hug from your mum.”

“Mum I wasn’t saying th-“but before I could finish my sentence I was unwilling pulled into a hug form my mum and as I did I got a whiff of her sweet perfume. I but on puppy face and tried my best to say what I had to say.

“Mum about summer camp there’s something you should no” I mumbled, a sheepish look on my face said it all.

“Don’t tell me, you accidentally blow up the camp, you know I should nev-“

“Mum it’s not that bad, well it kinda is and it isn’t.” I chewed my nails out of sheer nervousness, I shuffled away form her incase she let rip and killed me when I revealed what had troubled me for weeks on end.

“Mum I don’t know how to tell you this but there’s this girl and she is well an An…g…l..e” I trembled at the last word, the sylublles barely left my mouth, I stared into my mothers eyes as if pleading for her to understand. But how stupid could I be, I shouldn’t have told her, for now ill pay for more actions.

“LUCIFER” she bellowed, as if sending earthquakes rumbling through the house.

I heard my dad bounding down the stairs, oh god, oh no, boy now I was in trouble.