Ahh it's been a while! A pleasure to see you again. Now, shall we dive into our handsome devil's story?
Letting out a loud yawn, I walked down the street. "I am..bored." I spoke to myself. Being the son of Satan isn't easy nor fun. The amount of unwanted attention is just..no.
Meet Apollyon. The one and only son of Satan. A smokin' hot 27 year old just enjoying life best he can. A quick flashback, yes? Be warned, this part will get graphic.
17 years ago
"How was school today master?" "It was fine." "I see." "Is mother home?" "U-uh..yes..sir." "Oh." Being 10 years old, I kind of expected my life to be filled with..happiness. Instead I have a drunk mother and a father who was never here. "We're here master." I looked at the big house that some would call a home. But I viewed it as just a building to sleep.
Walking into the house, my gaze darted all over the place. The house was a mess and I heard soft noises. Like..painful noises. I took a step into the living room and saw a mans jacket. That's not my dad's. "I'm home.." "Ngh!~ F-Fuck right...right there!!" "Shh shh..i heard something.." Oh. That's what happening. She's married to my dad. She's only supposed to do that with my dad. I found myself getting angrier by the second. "pft- What can I do? I'm just a kid.." I should not have accepted that when I did. Being fed up and over it, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the knife. It was the biggest one I could find and I made my way to her room. "Faster! God fuck please!~" The closer i got the louder it got. The creaking of the bed, the grunts of the man, the slapping noises. My breathing grew heavy. Huffs turned into growls, I looked down at my hands and saw claws. Letting my anger take over me, the 10 years I had to deal with her drunkinness, the constant yelling and sleeping with other men, I was over it all.
Kicking down the door, I took note of the man as he jumped in shock. He quickly pulled out of my mother and fell down onto the floor. "H-hey kid..put the- put the knife down.." "Shut up." I looked over at my mother and all I saw was red. Her face was red and sweaty. And her hair was such a mess. I turned back to the man and slowly walked over to him, every step i took broke the ground and shook the home. "Well...that's knew.." I smirked. Before I knew it, the knife was in the mans neck. Blood splattered all over my face as I stabbed his eyes, then his tongue, then his chest; pirecing right into his heart. "Apollyon!! You're killing him stop it this instant!!" Mother yelled. My ear twitched as I turned around. I caught myself laughing. It was like..i wasn't in my own body. "Killing him? Mother please, he's already dead. And you're next.." I spoke. My voice was psychotic and broken. This is very new to me. This...this feeling of anger.
Jumping on my mother, she struggled to push me off her. I was very smaller than her and weaker, seeing as how I was a 10 year old boy and she was a 30 year old woman. I sliced her arm as she threw me into the wall and ran off. "It's pointless mother...I'll catch you~"
A shame to pause the tape there, I know. But our time together has run out~ Until next time folks.
A bored angel, just wanting to have fun. An anger issued son of satan himself. The two cross paths in the world of Hell (that some of us call home) Tune in to see how Azreal and Apollyon fall for each and give each other the nights they've craved.
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