The temptress: Tempting the devil's son

Prologue

~~APRIL 10, 2000~~

••SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH••

It was a stormy and hazardous night. The raging thunder rumbled loudly in the sky. The blinding yet furious lightning bolt flashed in the midnight sky. Another jolt of lightning flashed in the dark sky, hitting a watch tower that subsequently caught fire.

The thunder and lightning ceased entirely for a moment and from the black skies the rain poured down in torrents, drenching anything that stood on its way. Violent looking tornados were seen sweeping houses and trees and vehicles off the ground. It felt like the end of the world. The storm was rather ominous since the weather forecast hadn't predicted the storm earlier.

A young boy of around twelve years of age was seen sweating profusely despite the chilly weather. A loud scream escaped his lips, piercing through the air as he woke up from the scary nightmare. His hands were shaky and his heart was drumming in his chest. He was too scared to even notice the raging storm that was threatening to end the world.

In his dream, he had been chased and killed by a classmate he had bullied in school the previous day. His name was Blake Houston. A very weird kid and he had been nicknamed 'LUCIFER JNR' since a lot of horrible things always happened to people around him.

With his slightly shaky hands, he turned on the table lamp. His eyes darted to the small figure that was staring at him with menacing eyes. Fear immediately gripped his entire being and he coiled himself up on the bed.

"W-w-what are y-you doing here?" He asked in a shaky voice. His body was trembling so much that he immediately peed on his pants.

The boy who was seated on the couch looked at him with amusement dancing in his eyes. He scoffed and said, "What a loser!"

His voice was soft but the hatred seething in his voice didn't go unnoticed. He rose from the couch and ambled towards the scared figure on the bed.

The boy who was seated on the bed started yelling for help, hot tears were trickling down his eyes.

"It's of no use. No one will save you. I put your parents into a deep sleep so you can scream all you want but it's not gonna stop me from killing you." Blake said in a bored tone.

"P-p-please, please don't kill me. I would never bully you ever again!" He burst into full blown tears. He knelt down on the bed and begged for his life with fear flashing in his eyes. Was this really the end of him? Had he known, he would never had ganged up with his friends to beat him up.

"Apology not accepted." His eyes suddenly flashed red and the boy on the bed immediately felt an invisible hand choking him to death. He was lifted from the bed by the hand and was now floating mid-air. He held his hands around his neck and tried to struggle with the invisible hand that was wrapped firmly around his neck.

Knowing that it was impossible to fight the hand off, he resigned himself to fate. With his dying breath, he asked in a whisper, "Who are you?"

He pursed his lips and then a sinister smile gleamed on his face. He answered in a mocking tone, "Haven't you already figured it out Mark? Since you're dying anyways, I might as well tell you," he paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I am Lucifer's son so I think the name I was nicknamed suits me perfectly. Say hello to my dad when you see him in hell! Maybe he will try treating you better... or maybe not. After all, you bullied his son."

His last statement was filled with strong detest. A cold looked flashed in his eyes and the boy immediately dropped dead with his dilated pupils staring into space.

"Good riddance." His lips twitched a little, a small smirk forming on them as he stared at the dead boy. He straightened his suit jacket and walked out of the room. It was time to go hunting for the rest of the gang that beat him up and made a fool out of him. He was gonna kill them all one by one and look 'em dead in the eyes. Only then, would his revenge be complete!

They were all going to pay. No one messes with Lucifer Jnr!

Chapter 1

~~~17HOURS AGO~~~

It was morning and a beautiful one at that, the sun had just started to rise. Shafts of sunlight shone through a cumulus cloud as it extended over the western sky.

As the clouds started to disperse, the sun came out of its hidden place. Soft rays of sunlight spilled over the beautiful meadow making it drown in soft glows. The sight was very enchanting to stare at. One could bask in the beauty of this place forever.

Mother and son stood at the summit of the hill. The breezy wind ruffled their hair making it look disheveled, yet it felt like the wind was actually whispering through their hair.

"Dawn is so beautiful mom," Blake said pushing back his hair that the wind had ruffled. It was futile since the wind ruffled it yet again.

"Indeed it is. The world is a beautiful place and it would be so much better without those pesty humans!" Emily said with a tone full of malice, her seething eyes plopping down to look at the big and bustling city that was on low grounds. He hummed softly in response. He always knew his mom hated humans but he never know why. They were both humans after all, could a person hate their own kind?

He started in a small voice, "Mother, we cannot hate our own kind..."

"You mustn't say that!" Her sharp and high pitched voice cut him off. Blake furrowed his brows as he stared at his mother's tall figure with a bemused expression. He had always felt his mother was hiding something from him, but he just couldn't place his fingers on it.

"Blake, there's something I must tell you, since you have now come of age." She puffed out a loud breath and said in a soft tone, her eyes flickered with emotions as she gazed down at her child.

He pursed his lips and frowned a little. He had a feeling he might not like what his mother was about to say, but that not withstanding, he still questioned in a small and melodious voice. "What is it?"

"You're not human Blake!" His mother declared sharply and then she continued in a soft whisper, "You're the devil's son." Blake who had found what his mother had said amusing, laughed so hard, so hard that, that he could almost feel the air in his lungs elude him. He seldom laughed but this one was really funny. The devil's son? What a joke!

Emily frowned upon seeing him laugh so much. She had actually expected he wouldn't believe her. Who would believe that she had a one night stand with gorgeous man without knowing that he was the devil?! No one!

When she had found out she was pregnant, she had wanted to abort the baby, but quickly discarded the thought of it when she received series of warnings from Lucifer himself. She had a dream where the man had warned her not to abort the baby. He had told her he was the devil and the boy was his heir and that she mustn't abort the baby.

She thought it was a lie and she was just having weird dreams. Not until she had been involved in a bus accident that killed all the passengers including the driver while she was left untouched without a single scratch. People thought it was miracle that she had survived, but she knew otherwise. It was actually the devil warning her!

"It's true! Remember all the bad things that always happened to people around you, people who you loved, people you were close to. They all died Blake because you're Lucifer's son. You can never feel love. It's a taboo for you to love anyone..."

"Stop it..." he shouted, abruptly interrupting his mother. He shook his head in disbelief. "That's not true. You said it was just a coincidence..."

Emily bit her lips and said with a trembling voice. "I only said that to make you feel better. People blamed you, how could I add to your misery? Blake, all Twenty-two people you've ever loved all died because of you. You're not meant to be good, it's in your nature to be bad..."

He placed his hands on his ears and covered it tightly. His eyes were now starting to water as his tears trickled down his eyes like a river. He just couldn't believe it. Was his mother playing a prank on him? However, the earnest expression on her face told him that she was actually speaking the truth!

"Lies! I refuse to believe you. How come you're still alive? Why are you not dead?!" He thundered in a loud voice, one that was so powerful that it echoed a thousand times.

She sobbed and cleaned her tearstained cheeks. She bit her lips so hard that she tasted her own blood. She trembled slightly before mumbling, "I have a brain tumor. I have just few months to live."

Her voice was barely audible but his ears still picked her words. His eyes widened in horror, river of tears were now trickling down his cheeks. He shook his head in disbelief and laughed. He held both her hands and stuttered, "M-m-mom, you're are... j-joking right? This is obviously just one of your jokes. Mom, it's not funny!"

The sadness and pain in her eyes were enough proof that she was dead serious. He was left to drown in his emotions, his breath was shaky and his heart clenched so hard that he felt like he had taken a stab right to the heart.

Now that he thought of it, he actually remembered that whenever his mother had always combed her hair, a large chunk of it always followed. She lied that the shampoo she was using was causing her hair to break. It was all a lie!

All the headaches she always had. She lied that it was the stress of working at her small flower shop had made her prone to headaches. She had recently developed a terrible cough too or was it the fact that she had been taking a lot of medications that were strange to him. What about her sudden weight loss? She really had cancer and he was the cause! Was he really the devil's son? How could he live without his mother?

"I have no regrets, so don't worry about me," she beamed a soft smile, trying to ease the tension but that did nothing. Her lips quivered as she continued, "Tomorrow is your eighth birthday. Your powers will manifest tomorrow and so would your true nature. When you're thirty, your powers will be at its peak only then can you destroy the world and fulfill your father's dream..." She coughed into the handkerchief in her hands. She stared at the blood stained handkerchief and squeezed it tightly.

Blake's eyes darkened, his heart bled when he saw this."There must be something I can do. I promise you mom, I won't let you die!" He assured, his voice full of determination.

She smiled softly and ruffled his hair. It was obvious she didn't believe his words. Lucifer could only destroy but he couldn't repair after all... She quickly changed the topic, not wanting to talk about it anymore. "Come on. Let's go home. You have to get ready for school."

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Blake entered the restroom and sighed. He had just excused himself from a class that he found exceptionally boring. Not much to his surprise, he had clearly understood the topic at first glance, thus making the topic boring to him. The teacher was still busy explaining the topic to other students so he quietly excused himself from their midst.

He turned on the sink tap and washed his face with the running water. He stared at the mirror and reminisced about what his mother had told him this morning. He had to think of a way to save his mother. She mustn't die.

The door of the restroom opened and five boys strolled into the restroom casually. When he saw them, his expression turned cold. He knew them. They were all his classmates and archenemies.

Mark was their leader and they both hated each other. Blake hated him cause he was an asshole. Mark hated him cause he was the best student in the school.

A year and a half month ago after Blake registered at the school, he had easily replaced Mark and always came first place, while Mark was always topping second place. This gave rise to competition and extreme hatred for Blake. First position was his but Blake had taken that away from him. He overheard from one of the teachers that the principal was considering giving Blake a double promotion!

He was currently too young for the class he was in and now they wanted to give him a double promotion! Were they planning on making him graduate highschool at age eleven!!! That had annoyed Mark to the core. It was time they taught him a fucking lesson. One that he would never forget.

Blake turned off the tap and ignored their hateful glances. He knew he didn't stand a chance against them so it was best to ignore them. Just like he had always done. He made his way to the door but Mark stood on his path, his eyes plopping down to look at him with disdain.

Blake had a small and short stature that made him seem vulnerable and easy to bully. Often times, he was always alone and didn't like to socialize. But once in a while, some of his classmates always tried to befriend him. His cute looks and high level intelligence made him the hotshot of the school. Not to mention the countless competitions he has won for both himself and the school. Being the school's idol, it was natural that people wanted to become his friend.

No one dared to bully him, unless they wanted to get in trouble with the principal. One thing that was left a mystery to people was how all ten students that had succeeding in befriending him all died in mysterious ways.

A recent misfortune befell on his best friend. He had been involved in a car accident a month ago that left him with a broken spinal cord, leaving both his arms and legs paralyzed and a comminuted fracture on both his legs with no chance ever being normal. He was just as good as dead. His parents were considering putting him to rest soon to end his misery.

A lot of accusing fingers had been pointed at him. Some said it was a coincidence, some said he was possessed with the spirit of death. Even the boy's parents blamed him and hadn't allowed him to visit his friend at the hospital.

A frowned easily manifested on his face as he stared at all five of them. He tried to head through another direction but Mark blocked his path once again.

A slightly annoyed Blake said in a soft but menacing tone, "Get out of my way!"

Infuriated by his words, Mark pushed him to the ground and snorted, "What makes you think you're so good huh? You're nothing Blake. You're just a cursed child. You don't even have a father. You're just as useless as your adulterous mother. It's time I put you in your place!"

Blake's eyes darkened in anger, he opened his mouth and threatened, "Lay a finger on me and I will make you pay!"

Mark laughed and so did the rest of his friends. He strode over to Blake who was on the floor. He kicked his stomach which so much force that he coughed out blood. Blake winced and groaned on the floor in pain. "Make me pay? In your dreams. Isn't this wonderful? You should always be below and I above, and not the other way round." His lips twitched a little before breaking into a wide grin. He loved seeing him this way. A feeling of accomplishment flooded his entire being. His next words were but a brutal command, "Beat him up, boys and make him bleed." The boys immediately pounced on him, the kicks, the blows, their insults, their mocking laughter, and the pain he felt. He vowed to recount this memory and kill them all. They would beg for their lives but he wouldn't heed to their pleas. And just like that, he slowly lost consciousness.

The door immediately burst open and an angry looking principal rushed into the washroom. The teacher had suspected something like this would happen when the other boys left the classroom so she had informed the principal.

He gazed at the five boys who all had satisfied grins on their faces and then at the unconscious boy who was covered in his own blood. Fear immediately gripped the man's short and fat form, his face turning red and his eyes smoldering in anger.

"Oh my God! What have you all done?!"

CHAPTER 2

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!

*****

~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."

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!"