Chapter 3 The storm's aftermath

Chapter 3: The storm's aftermath.

Emily stirred up in her sleep, a big smile easily making its home on her lips. She yawned softly and slowly sat up on the bed with her eyelids still closed.

Opening her eyes, she gazed at her son who was sleeping peacefully beside her. A smile of satisfaction was still painted on his face even as he slept.

She leaned closer to his dazzling face and pecked him on his forehead, her fingers slowly running through his soft and curly hair.

She got out of his bed and strolled to her own room where she freshened up. She strode to the kitchen afterwards. It was time to make breakfast for the birthday boy!

Once breakfast was ready and the food was served on the dinning table, the door bell rang and Emily went to answer it. It was the strawberry cake and pepperoni pizza cake she had pre-ordered the previous day. It was hard to decide which cake to order as he liked both cakes so she ordered both of 'em. Damn, it was gonna be a feast. It wasn't that much of a problem since the boy had a very large appetite.

Once both cakes were set on the table with the candles glistering with fire, she made to go wake him up, but unexpectedly, he walked into the dinning room at that moment looking disheveled.

His eyelids were droopy and sleepy, his slender and short legs moved groggily. His hair was in complete disarray, yet that seemed to add to his alluring charm. If it were someone else standing there, he would look like a mad man but this boy made madness look cute. No doubt, girls would be chasing after him when he was older.

"You look a mess," Emily told while scanning through his sleep deprived features. He ignored her looks and gazed at the dining table. His eyes widened and sleep seemed to evade his senses, replacing it with excitement.

He bolted to the dinning table and found a seat just beside his mother. He made to reach for the food on the table but his hands were slapped away midway.

"Mom..." He pouted his lips and stared at her with a grumpy look. He looked like a cute puppy that had lost its bone to the river. He peered at her, giving her those cute puppy eyes she normally couldn't resist. She looked away quickly, avoiding his burning gaze. She cleared her throat and seemed to have recovered her voice.

She peered at his smitten form and suggested in a calm voice, "Go freshen up first. No way are you eating my food looking like that!"

Blake knew it was of no use arguing with his mother. Once she made up her mind, it was hard to make her change them, not unless he gave her those cute puppy eyes which didn't seem to work today. Looks like he's run out of luck.

"Meanie!" He snorted in a whisper and trotted back to his room without any further delay. Emily pulled her lips into a small smile. Such an obedient boy. If he hadn't been the devil's son, he would have probably grown up to be a good boy.

Moments later, they were both seated on the on the three seater dining table relishing on the wonderful meal they just had.

Blake's expression soon turned serious. He gazed at his mother and slowly questioned, "Mom, when is your next checkup?"

Emily sighed, her bright mood slowly turning sour, "Today..."

"I'm tagging along," he suggested without letting her finish. He continued picking his teeth with a toothpick and acted like he hadn't said anything. This made Emily worry. She didn't want him to blame himself for her death. She reached out to him from across the table, her hands settling on his litttle ones.

"Blake..."

He didn't retract his hands from hers but instead he placed his free hand on hers and said reassuringly, "Mom, you won't die. Trust me."

She nodded and said no more, her prying eyes never leaving his small figure. She raised her eyebrows and studied his calm expression and then she sighed. She was just about to leave the dinning room when his words halted her on her tracks.

"Erm... Mom. Could you pack some food for Liam and a large chunk from the strawberry cake. He likes those." He pouted and Emily's eyes narrowed. Liam? Liam was in a coma. How could he eat? And his parents were planning to disconnect his life support the next day. She wanted to object but he quickly assured, before she could say anything, "Just trust me. I know what I am doing."

He trotted out of the dinning room and slumped on one of the couches in the sitting room without giving her any chance to speak. His small fingers fiddled with the remote, the television came to life afterwards.

He changed the channels a few times before finally changing it to the news channel.

TRAGEDY HITS EARTH AS THE WORLD'S DEADLIEST STORM HITS THE UNITED STATES, CANADA, RUSSIA, CHINA, JAPAN, SOUTH KOREA, THAILAND, INDONESIA, MALAYSIA, PHILIPPINES, AUSTRALIA, INDIA, BRAZIL, CHILE, VENEZUELA, PERU, ARGENTINA, THE UK AND OVER A HUNDRED OTHER COUNTRIES. THE UNITED STATES BEING THE WORST HIT COUNTRY BY THE STORM.

HURRICANES OF SPEED OF 500KM/H RAVAGED COASTAL AREAS OF 18 STATES OF THE UNITED STATES AND LEFT MANY DEAD AND SAVAGED PROPERTIES WORTH TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS. STATES AFFECTED BY THE STORM ARE: WASHINGTON, CALIFORNIA, NEVADA, TEXAS, LOUISIANA, MISSISSIPPI, ALABAMA, FLORIDA, GEORGIA, NORTH AND SOUTH CAROLINA, VIRGINIA, DELAWARE, NEW JERSEY, MASSACHUSETTS, CONNECTICUT, NEW HAMPSHIRE AND MAINE. WHILE INLAND STATES OF THE US SUFFERED FROM HEAVY RAINFALL AND VIOLENT OF TURNADOES OF OVER 400MPH. TOTAL DEATH TOLL OF THE UNITED STATES HAS NOW RISEN TO FIVE MILLION PEOPLE AND STILL COUNTING!

THE WORLD'S TOTAL DEATH TOLL CAUSED BY THIS RAVAGING STORM HAS BEEN ESTIMATED TO OVER "THREE HUNDRED MILLION" PEOPLE. AFRICA AND ANTARCTICA REMAIN THE ONLY CONTINENTS THAT WERE SPARED BY THIS DEVASTATING STORM. THIS MAY BE THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. GOD HELP US ALL...

A smile of victory easily became painted on his face as he watched the news. Lucifer asked for a thousand souls but he gave him the souls of over three hundred millions. What an achievement.

Hahahaha, dad would be proud, he thought and laughed hysterically. The world would know that Lucifer Jnr has awakened!

Emily watched the news with a complicated expression. On the news, a young girl of around five was seen crying as the dead bodies of her parents were wheeled away. That brought back memories, memories she thought she had buried in the deepest part of her brain came rushing back. She was reminded of her painful past. Her parents died when she was six in a car crash. She remembered how both parents had shielded her with their bodies when the car somersaulted. She watched how the bodies of her parents were put in body bags. She tried to stop them from talking her parents saying mummy and daddy were just sleeping. She almost didn't realize when a lone tear had escaped her eyelids but she quickly wiped it off.

Yes, she hated humans. She hated them because they treated her like thrash. After her parents died, her aunt and uncle took her in. She was abused physically, mentally, sexually... Yes, she was raped at the age of fifteen by her own uncle, her mother's brother. His wife and children were no different. She was always treated like a slave in that house. Her life was a living hell. Suicide? She attempted suicide a couple of times. All of her attempts were futile as she would always wake up in the hospital. Alive! Even death refused her.

The kids in school weren't any different as they bullied her with every opportunity they had. When she was eighteen, she ran away from home into the streets. The outside world wasn't any better, it was worse. She had to hustle for every thing she ate. Most of the times, she ate from people's garbage cans.

Of course a few people were nice to her but she had already given up on the human race a long time ago. They all just deserved to die!

When the opportunity came and she met a dazzling man on the streets. He offered her a lot of money just to lay with her. Of course, she agreed. She was tired of living from the dumpster.

When she woke up the next morning, he was gone but there was lots of cash lying on the bed. She was overjoyed. When she found out who her son was and his mission, she vowed to help him fulfill his mission on earth!

As if sensing her change on emotions, Blake turned off the television and narrowed his eyes to his mother who was now seated beside him.

His heart clenched upon seeing her teary eyed, "Mom, I can stop. I can stop killing people if you don't want me to." He suggested in a whisper, his eyes never leaving her figure.

She chuckled deeply, her fingers wiping her face clean. "What? No. Your dad would have my neck." She cracked a joke, trying to lighten up the mood but that didn't seem to be working.

She puffed at a loud breath and told him, "I was just reminded of some bad memories."

He nodded, his eyes flickering as he suggested, "I can take away your bad memories."

Her eyes flashed with surprise. He could do that? She ruffled his dark hair and said to him, "Mummy needs those memories."

He pouted and peered into her eyes. He questioned with a confused expression, "Why? If they hurt you so much, why keep 'em?"

"So I have something to hold on to. Revenge!" Those memories are reminders of the fact that the human race needed to end!

While she was still basking in her emotions, the door bell rang. She rose from the couch and went to answer it.

A violent looking woman forced herself into the house, her actions caused Emily to stagger behind. She almost fell to the ground but she quickly regained her balance.

And in that moment his eyes flashed red, the gentle expression on his face was now a deadly one. Of course he knew her. That bitch was Mark's mother. Now he regretted not killing her last night.

A few other people entered the sitting room. There were the parents of the five boys he had killed. Two of them were policemen.

She pointed at Blake who was watching them with menacing eyes, "That's him. He killed our sons. Arrest him!"