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Damien sighed, staring at the door in front of him. It looked normal, just like the rest of the place, but it was far from. He had to knock before hand, something he never had to do to any other room in the place.

He opened it without an answer, stepping into the drab and lightless room. It was plastered in fierce, ghastly images that seemed to move and follow you. There were red lights reflecting everywhere and on the floor was a couple of bloodstains. He could even see in the corner what remained of a bloody corpse. He looked around, sighing to himself. He walked up the stairs towards where the bed was and he found it, a huge, red, plush bed that was scattered with random objects that had been thrown across the room. There he was, sitting on the edge of the black bedspread, his arms folded and his shoulders hunched. His eyes automatically found his and he snarled, standing suddenly. It was amazing how much he looked like a teenager…human, like his mother. Though he didn't know it.

"Dread…" he began, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "Look-"

"You said-" Dread growled, looking furious. "You said that- that I could own this one day! That I could be the new Satan! That I could be you! You said that!"

"I know I did." He muttered, drawing out another cigar to calm him down. Dread clenched his fists, something he always did when he was pissed off and about to throw a tantrum.

"You gave me…hope!" He shouted. "I know it's Hell..But-But STILL! YOU said I could DO IT! You- you lead me on!" He pointed a finger at him. "You lead me on! I thought family meant something!"

"It does" He insisted, walking towards him. "And I do have faith in you."

"Bullshit" Dread snapped. "You're putting me on a regular platform with that…peasant."

Damien suddenly snarled at him. "That 'peasant' happens to be your little brother, and I'd appreciate some accommodation on your part."

Dread scoffed and turned his back, kicking something out of his way. "As if. That little brat turns up and everything goes to shit. Everything I've trained for, everything I've believed in goes shitty."

"Look Dread" Damien sighed. "What would you do if I made you ruler right now?"

Dread looked up hopefully. "Why?"


He looked crestfallen, but grinned all the same.

"Exactly" Damien snapped, before Dread could answer. "You'd destroy him."

Dread rolled his eyes, looking bored. "So what?" He challenged. "It won't even matter, he's barely part of the bloodline."

Damien snarled. "Fuck Dread" He growled, clenching his fists. "This isn't all happy fun for me, okay? I've fucked up, I know this. But I thought-"

"What?" Dread asked. "You'd give a bit more variety?"

Damien narrowed his eyes. "No."

"Then what?" Dread demanded, looking angry.

Damien scoffed at him, walking out. "You wouldn't get it."

"I would!" Dread yelled after him. He turned. "I would get it! I'd be a great ruler! I'm the most evil-"

"You, son." Damien said gravely. "Miss out on the most important thing of becoming the ruler of this world. You don't understand the balance of good and evil, you have to have a balance of good in order for hell to be fulfilled. You're too…"

He looked at him. Dread glared back. "…threatening."

"But that's the whole point in being devil!" Dread hollered, kicking something over. "To be threatening!"

"You have to say no at some point." Damien said clearly, standing strong. "You'd abuse your power, become too full of yourself, you'd draw attention to yourself too much."

Dread snarled, gritting his teeth and balling his hands into fists as his father turned on his heel with an air of finality.

"He stays."

Dread snarled as his father disappeared down the stairs, then his snarl turned into a smirk.

"For now."

I sat on the black marble table, trying to listen to the screen in front of me. Looks like Hell is really up to date on technology, I can contact my Mom through webcam and phone. Right now she was trying to tell me everything was going to be okay, and trying not to panic. She was sitting in front of the computer with a timid, feared expression. She was biting her lip and looking at me with apprehension as I glared at her on the computer screen.

"And you couldn't have told me this…oh, I don't know… 5 years ago?" I asked her through the mike, rolling my eyes. She looked at me apologetically.

"I'm sorry" She told me, "But I was young, and I didn't know! I had to do everything I could to keep you with me, you're all I had." She shrugged. "I guess I was afraid you'd think I was crazy and I'd lose you too."

She really did look upset. I sighed.

"It's okay" I muttered to her. "I can't blame you."

She gave me a grateful look. "How is it down there?"

I grimaced. "Hell-ish."

She gave me a look. "Your dad being good to you?"

"Yeah" I muttered. "Just my extended family not doing that well"

She frowned. "What do you-"

A small buzzing noise interrupted her, and before I knew it the laptop in front of me exploded, sending wires and sparks flying everywhere. I yelped and ducked, somehow finding myself on the floor. I glanced up, blinking. Somehow, I felt no pain, just shock. I glanced up and he was there, skulking in the shadows of the room, leaning against the wall. I could tell it was him by the light of his cigarette. He slid forward, unable to hide the grin that was plastered on his smug face.

"Oh" He mocked, sighing sarcastically. "What. A. Shame."

He began to walk around, inhaling his cigarette trying to look busy. I just kept looking at him. I could feel my heart racing and thumping against my chest. I knew what he wanted, he wanted me out of the way, and nobody could protect me after that happened.

"So…." He sighed, exhaling a long plume of smoke. He turned to me, grinning. He looked like he had fangs rather than teeth. I glared back, getting up off the floor.

"So" He said again, "You're my brother, huh?"

"I guess" I muttered, swallowing. I didn't know what to think or say. It looked like I was stuck in this hell hole no matter what happened, and the only way I would sort of…survive…looked as though I should stay the hell away from this guy

"And you've spent your life…" he said, stepping forward. His eyes rolled upward, "Up there?"

I swallowed, blinking. "Yeah" I muttered, glaring. "What of it?"

"Nuthin" He retorted defensively. He seemed to leer at me, growing taller, perhaps swelling with rage as he glared at me. He clicked his tongue.

"So you've had it pretty easy huh?"

I kind of choked on my breath then. I felt fury flow through me. So he thought my life had been hunky dory Huh? Well obviously HE had never been to high school!

"Hardly." I snarled. "Earth aint all fun and games."

"As opposed to a lifetime in Hell?" Dread snarled back, much fiercer. I had to turn away, heat seemed to be radiating off him. "Easy as fucking anything. You're a fucking wuss-"

"You've been royalty your whole life" I almost scoffed. He gave me a murderous look- his pupils aflame with rage. It struck me then that I was poking a sleeping lion. "I've been living a hard, normal life- not one with servants. If anything YOUR'E the wuss."

He gave an animalistic growl, leering at me. "."

"Fine!" I retorted, throwing my hands up in the air. "YOU spend a day up there and YOU tell me how easy it is!"

"You know what?"

Suddenly, he was almost on top of me, leering over me with that big, flaming red eyed stare.

"I might take you up on that, fuckhead."