The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

Blake wandered about in a dark room. He could barely make out anything as his legs marched forward into the darkness. He saw a very bright light from a distance and the light seemed to unto calling onto him.

Without thinking twice, he ran as fast ad he could to the light. As he sauntered closer into to the light, it became awfully bright and blinding. He batted his full eyelashes several times so his eyes could get used to the light.

Further into the light, there were two roads. One was very narrow and the other was wide. A man on black robe was standing on the wide road with his back facing Blake.

“Who are you?” he asked but his voice echoed a thousand times. The man turned to face Blake, his lips curling into a bitter smile.

His eyes flickered with surprise as he was standing face-to-face with a man that he had a resemblance to.

“Father?” he called in a trembling voice, hot tears were starting to spill out of his eyes. All his life, he had been mocked for not having a father but here he was right in front of him! He was beyond overjoyed!

The man frowned. He didn’t seem pleased on seeing him, his soft nature was making him furious.

“I see your mother has trained you to be one them… a human.” Lucifer said in a very displeased tone. Blake bowed his head in disappointment as he received a scolding from his father. It seemed that he did not like him very much and just the thought of that made his heart clench painfully.

He grimaced when he thought of how weak of a son he had been. He told in a very harsh voice, “You’ve allowed people to step on you all your life and for that… I am very disappointed. You’re weak Blake and I hate weaklings!”

“I’m sorry dad for disappointing you,” he quickly apologized for fear that his father might get angry or even worse, reject him.

Lucifer scoffed and finally opened his mouth after a short silence. Those few seconds of silence were full of internal torment for him. His father was scary. He was Lucifer after all.

“You have not failed me yet,” his deep voice rumbled and Blake found himself exhaling deeply in relief. He then declared in a rather powerful voice that lumbered with authority,” Your powers will manifest tonight. Your first mission will be to bring me the souls of those bullies as well as many others… a thousand maybe.” A small smirk played on Lucifer’s lips when he mentioned the word ‘souls’.

Blake nodded in acknowledgement, the conner of his lips curled a little as he affirmed, “Your wish is my command, father… but might I ask you this question?”

His smiling face soon metamorphosed into a long face. His voice turned cold as he thundered in a loud and impatient tone, “What is it?”

“Um… erm… m-my mother…” he stuttered upon sensing the change in his dad’s previous mood. Was he bipolar or he just didn’t like him?

“When your powers manifest tonight. You will then have the power to repair your previous damage, the only damage you can’t repair is… death.” His eyes brightened. That meant there was still hope for his mother and his best friend… Liam.

Before he could mutter a thank you, his dad was quick to say, “You can leave now.”

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Blue eyes fluttered open as they stared at the white ceiling. The first scent that hit his nose was the smell of drugs and disinfectants. Yep, hospitals! He stirred in the bed and a soft groan escaped his lips.

“Blake!” His mother rushed into the room with tears flowing down her eyes. She plopped down and pulled the boy into a warm embrace which he didn’t dare to return. Her grip was so tight that he could barely breathe.

She muttered inaudible words that reached only his ears, she resumed her wailing afterwards, “Oh Blake, you scared me to death. I thought I had lost you. Don’t ever scare mommy like that ever again. The doctor said you suffered from cardiac arrest and…”

“Mom, I might actually die if you keep hugging me.” He revealed with a playful grin on his lips. His mother immediately loosened her tight grip and blushed slightly in embarrassment when she realized that she was indeed suffocating him!

“Mom. Might I remind you who I am? I won’t die so easily, so don’t worry. Look, you’ve stained your pretty face with tears,” he pouted and she quickly cleaned her tears and beamed a smile. He always knew how to cheer her up.

“I just panicked a little. Those bullies have been expelled but I also plan on filing a law suit…”

“That won’t be necessary,” he cut her off, his eyes reddened in rage and his playful voice turned cold. He turned to his mother and said with an indifferent expression, “I would handle them myself. Just find a way to get me out of this hospital first.” Her eyes widened in horror. She wanted to say something but she nodded instead. When he said ‘handle them’ she immediately understood what he said. Those boys won’t know what hit them!

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~11:59 PM~

Just one minute left. Forty five seconds, thirty seconds, fifteen seconds…

Blake’s eyes were glued to the wall clock as he watched the seconds tickle slowly. He felt so nervous, so nervous that his hands were starting to shake. What if his powers didn’t manifest? What if he wasn’t able to cure this mother? What if he disappointed his father? Those were the thoughts that flooded his mind as the seconds slowly ran out. Each second made him feel even more jittery.

Five, Four, Three, Two, one. His face flushed as he covered his face with his duvet cover. When he saw nothing was happening, he slowly uncovered his face.

What he had not expect was for his duvet cover to be flung to the farthest corner in his room. His eyes widened in horror. It’s happening!

His eyes remained glued to his duvet cover and before he could make out words, a powerful force lifted in him up so that he was floating on mid-air. He subsequently caught fire afterwards and soon his screams filled the air.

Emily bolted into the room on hearing his helpless screams. Her jaw dropped as she remained frozen at the spot where she stood. She gulped down her own saliva as she stared at her son in total stu​pe​fac​tion.

“Mom, please help! I’m gonna die!” He wailed in agony. The fire was not burning his clothes but it felt like it was burning his organs and even his bones! He was in grave pain.

His mother was at loss of words. She finally spoke after a brief silence, “I guess it’s part of your…” She cleared her her throat and revealed in shaky voice, “transformation?”

Soon after she said those words, the boy’s head was thrown backwards and his eyelids were shut tight. Seconds later, his eyes abruptly opened. Gone were his innocent and playful blue orbs as it was now replaced with red and vicious orbs.

The fire slowly extinguished itself and all that was left was black fumes that was slowly inhaled into his nostrils. He was instantly let go by the force and he dropped to the bed with a soft thud, leaving him bouncing on the sheets.

Emily dashed to his side with horror in her eyes. Her slightly shaky hands reached for his neck and checked his pulse. Sensing that his pulse was normal, she heaved a small sigh, relief washing over her pale face.

Blake’s eyes were still tightly shut so she panicked. She called out in a small but shaky voice, “Blake…”

“Are you alright?” She questioned while tapping him slowly but he didn’t respond. Her panic grew as she started tapping him vigorously. She checked his pulse again, it was normal. Why wasn’t he waking up?

“I’m alright mom,” he stated with his eyelids still shut. His voice sounded powerful. Not the normal childish voice he once had. This one carried a dangerous aura, one that screamed evil!

He placed his little hand on her head and declared in a strong but loving voice, ” Sleep now, mother. For tomorrow your tumor shall cease to exist!” Her eyes slowly started falter and within seconds, she was soundly asleep.

He hopped out of the bed and made his way to his walk-in closet. He took out one of his finely made Italian suit. It was Black. Just the perfect color for death. So many souls were going to die tonight!

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~In the hospital~

A loud cry pierced through the air of the maternity ward.

“Madam, it’s a girl!” An elated nurse, raised the baby up while placing it on the mother’s chest.

“Honey, our baby,” The mother cried, staring at her husband who was equally at loss of words at that moment. The joy they both felt… being parents to this beautiful soul.

For a while total silence filled the room, only the baby’s giggles could be heard.

“Ariana… Ariana Garcia,” the mother sobbed while naming her child. A genuine smile became painted on the man’s face. His big and callous palm held her small and soft palm as he revealed in a joy filled voice,

“Welcome to the world, Ariana.”

….

Ariana is born!!!