Page 5 of Satan's Son

Memories of my death began to float back. I was dead; I remembered myself dying. I could remember the life being sucked from my lungs and the numbness that followed.

So, why hadn’t I remember that when I woke up here? I frowned and realized I had an endless amount of questions.

A heavy knock on my door snapped me up from my small bed. I didn’t have to walk far to open it.

“What? Have you come to change my sentence?” I arched an eyebrow at Ethan. “Or to make me mute again?”

He was taller than I had first realized, and I had to lean my head back slightly to stare up at him.

“I’ve been saddled with you!” He added a curse under his breath. “My day just keeps getting better.”

“Yeah, because you died and went to Hell?” I scoffed. “Really, your day must be awful!”

“Oh, shut up. You won’t get any pity from me.” He crossed his arms. “Do the crime, do the time.”

“I don’t deserve to be here.” I crossed my arms, too, standing my ground, trying to look as headstrong as him, but really, he was a bull and I was a billy goat. “Plus, I’m young. I didn’t even get a chance to make up for my mistakes.”

“Age doesn’t matter,” he said hotly. “Come on, we are already running late.”

“Running late for what?” I asked. “And age does matter.”

“Not when it comes to Hell it doesn’t,” he snapped. “You better not trail behind me. Keep up.”

With that said, he turned his back to me and began to take large strides down the hall. I quickly slammed the door and hurried to catch up with him.

“I make one mistake. One mistake!” he muttered under his breath.

“It’s a sign of insanity to talk to yourself.” I swung my arms at my sides and ignored the dirty look he gave me. “What was your mistake?”

He glanced at me, his face twisted in annoyance. “Don’t ask questions!”

“Why?”

“That is a question.”

“Some might call it an inquiry.”

“It’s a question.” He stopped abruptly and looked me square in the eyes, his anger clear. “Annoy me and I will kill you.”

“I’m already dead.” A sly smile crept across my lips. “Just lost your ammo.”

“Do you really want to challenge me?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Fine!” I snapped, giving in. I’d played with enough fire to know that you can get burned, and Ethan looked like the type to burn you. “Where are we going then? Or am I not allowed to ask that?”

Ethan began to walk away, and I had to take two steps to his one to keep up with him.

“You’re starting your shift as a guider.” His voice was low. “I will be showing you what that entails.”

“Aren’t you like the Prince of Darkness or something? Sounds like this job would be beneath you.”

“Did you just refer to me as Ozzy Osbourne?” He glanced at me sideways. “And it is your lucky day.”

“You know of the Oz?” I asked, slightly surprised “You don’t seem the type to be into metal.”

“I’m the son of Satan,” he exclaimed, as if that answered all the world’s questions.

“And I’m the daughter of Doctor Myer,” I snapped back but then came to a halt.

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