Page 27 of Satan's Son

“I’m not meeting new people in bare feet!” I was outraged. Did Ethan know nothing about good impressions? “I don’t want to be that weird chick with the smelly feet.”

Ethan made his trademark grunt, which told me he wasn’t replying.

“Ethan, seriously, how much longer?” I groaned. Did he not know I hated walking? Heck, I hated all physical activity. Just the word ‘physical’ sent a shiver of disgust through me. Images of sweaty gym people flashed in my mind.

“I liked it better when you were mute,” Ethan grumbled under his breath, still making no effort to give me an answer or slow his pace.

“Do you know what I think?”

“No, I don’t, nor do I want to know,” Ethan replied, his characteristically charming manner showing.

“I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“You’re already dead.”

“Yes, and now you are going for a second hit, like a serial killer.”

“Shut up, Addy.”

“I can see the headlines now.”

“And what paper would this be in?”

“Girl killed by walking to nowhere, led by crazy athletic man.”

“Crazy athletic man?” Ethan slowed his pace, arching an eyebrow at me.

“Yep.”

“You talk some shit, you know.”

Much to my disgust, Ethan returned to his normal pace, and I got the pleasure of once again trying to keep up with him.

“Would you pick your feet up?” Ethan demanded, clearly annoyed. “Why can’t you just walk like a normal person and stop dragging your feet?”

“Well, considering you are dragging me somewhere, I think it is only fitting I drag my feet.”

“You’re worse than a toddler.”

“At least I’m toilet trained,” I defended myself.

“I can’t believe you said that.” Ethan was mildly disgusted.

“I’ve said a lot worse.” I shrugged it off.

“We’re here.” Ethan came to a stop at the end of a low- lit corridor.

“Where exactly is ‘here’?” I frowned, looking around. It was at times like these that I realized I really was in Hell. Usually, it would slip my mind, especially when I was on earth. A lot of the time it just felt like a bad dream.

“At my parents’,” Ethan answered, reaching out and knocking on the dark wooden door.

Hold the traffic, stop the newspapers… What!?

“Your parents?” I hissed. “Are you serious right now?” If he was joking, he really had a sick sense of humor. Well, to be fair to Ethan, he barely had any humor in general.

“You didn’t actually expect me to have friends here, did you?” He looked at me blankly. “Sometimes I forget just how dumb you can be.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.” I was panicking… no, I was freaking the heck out. I could only imagine the horror on the other side of that door. Because at the end of the day, they’d created Ethan, and Ethan was about as friendly as a feral lion.

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