Chapter 3: I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 3

"The housekeeper," Satan declared.

He knew her, if only by sight. Not that he cared who was first, but...

"Isn't she just a servant?" Although she could be an illegitimate daughter or something like that. "My mission is to kill the family."

"That's why she's an excellent first target. You haven't gotten your hands dirty yet, and no one will miss her even if you're a bit careless."

Sam nodded solemnly.

"I understand. Anything else I should know?"

"I don't care about the method you use to kill her, but make sure it looks like an accident. At least for now we have to act with utmost caution, my son."

He wanted to ask why he had stopped time at his birthday party and now he was talking to him from the fireplace in real time, risking someone might be listening behind the door or suddenly enter. But he decided it would be better to bite his tongue.

He was literally the Devil after all. He doubted he would be very tolerant, no matter how much he referred to him as "my son." Sam had experience with terrible fathers who knew how to maintain an appearance of civility. This new father was a significant improvement for the mere fact that he doubted there was alcohol in hell, only alcoholics.

"Before I get to work, I'd like you to clarify a couple of things for me."

"Go ahead. Ask whatever you want."

Sam nodded. For being the Devil, he was quite cooperative. Of course, he believed he was his son and probably had plans for him beyond massacring the Wright family. He really didn't care if he thought him a pawn in his game. In the end, he would take it all or die trying.

Second chances were useless if you weren't willing to give it your all. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Even if he failed in the end, he would make sure no one could say he hadn't at least tried.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

"When you say I'll become stronger with each murder, what exactly do you mean?"

"I already told you that you'll be getting special powers that make magic pale in comparison. You're not a human being, after all. If you want specific details, I'm afraid I can't tell you much. You won't grow up to be a copy of me. Your evolution will follow your own path. However, you'll probably have a couple of things in common. Telekinesis and the ability to transform into animals. Crows, snakes. You know. The darkest creatures of this world."

Yeah, it couldn't be any other way. Sam nodded patiently with his expression barely changing, but inside he was excited. That kind of power was within his reach. He could almost touch it with his fingers. That and more, and the only price was the life of a housekeeper, to begin with. It was a perfect deal.

"What's your second question?"

"You see, I know my mission is to massacre this family. But does it have to be all of them? Couldn't I keep, father, a few of the women as pets?"

The face in the flames froze in surprise. But only for a moment. Satan let out a low, hissing laugh like a snake.

"You should kill them all, to fulfill your mission and make sure no one can discover you. But hell, why not? If you can subdue them, make sure they're loyal to you no matter what, do as you please with whoever you please. I won't say no to a grandchild or two. Or a dozen."

Sam shared a sincere laugh (quietly, of course) with his new father. The Devil in person was definitely a great improvement compared to the previous one. Who would have thought?

"Thank you, father. Those were all my questions. I'll rest for tonight, but I promise you the housekeeper will be dead soon."

"If you think you're capable, but there's no need to rush. I prefer you to take days, weeks even, if that's what you need to prepare well. It's especially important in this, your first murder, since you have to rely on human tools. They're primitive and can leave traces everywhere. The essential thing is that you don't get caught. There's no time limit. Remember that."

"Of course, I won't take action until I'm sure."

He had no loyalty to the father who had provided him with this great opportunity and the mysterious powers he would gain with each murder. He wouldn't let himself be caught by him. If necessary, he would end Satan himself. And it would probably be necessary. He didn't think he would be satisfied with stepping back and giving up his throne. It probably wouldn't be that simple and straightforward.

But well, all in due time.

"You're a promising boy," Satan said. "Make me proud of you."

The face in the flames disappeared. It would be the first time, he thought. Well, it's not like he cared too much either. He lived for himself. Maybe in his old life it hadn't been entirely true, no matter how many times he had repeated it to himself, but this time it would be. It was time to get rid of all the burdens and focus solely on his pleasure and happiness.

Sam lay down in his bed that was already fit for a king, covering himself with fine silk sheets. Elegant, but they wouldn't do much when winter approached. Well, now it would be a season of fire.

Sam closed his eyes, smiling, and let sleep drag him away.

I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 3: END