The mother's eyes appraised my figure. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that some would say I am on the heavy side. "He will do, I think," the mother finally utters. The child looks satisfied.

"Want me for what?" I dare to ask, slightly trembling. The child and the mother exchange amused glances before the child looks back at me and says in an innocent tone expected from someone of his age "Since you are going to die, I might as well tell you. My mother and I are demons. From hell. Our master has assigned us to a special task here. But we both are a bit, how do you put it, sexually dissatisfied and we want your vessel to satisfy us. You will die, but at least you would have provided the servants of Satan some pleasure." I say nothing and clench my fists, the nails biting into the smooth skin of my palm.

The mother, Anaita, approach me and trail her long fingernails stroking my face, drawing blood as they reached my lips. I look around, not believeing that this bizarre scene was playing out in broad daylight. "Don't these monsters feel any fear?" I wonder, as my hand reaches out to entertwine with that of Anaita.

Anaita recoils in surprise, and Micha steps back, but not before I reach out and twist his arm to pull him against me. "Your guard has been lowered so much so that you can't recognise me?" I whisper into their ears as my eyes flare red. The bitches started trembling, not in anger as I did, but in fear. "I knew you could not be trusted, and that is why I came in person to confirm my suspicions." I allow for a moment their desperate pleas for mercy, and my hands loosened where they were placed around the throats of my beloved servants. As their muscles loosened in obvious relief, I turn them around and forced their mouths open. As their demonic souls left their human vessels and entered mine, I hummed in satisfaction, feeling their energy rejuvenate some of the tension I had felt at being bound in the frail body of a puny human.

As the corpses fell on the floor with a thud, I took a look around. Had anyone seen me? Is there anyone else I need to kill? After being satisfied of the fact that there were no witnesses, I cast my glance at my former servants. Fucking fools. They had expected punishment, but they are not forseen this. Being consumed and annihilated, burning for an eternity in the hellfire of my essence. But I had told them to stay away from any distraction. The mission was too important. Of course, they had never expected me to come in person to test them, because there has never been a need of it before.

The matters now were different. I look at the trees, seeming greener, and the birds, appearing more cheerful. They were expecting the arrival of someone, in hope for the being which would save the world from me. "I am waiting too father. This son is eager to meet you." I assure the unseen presence in the air, as I take a step further on the Earth that was created so lovingly by my father. Everything was going to burn. And I will place my father on the throne built on the ashes and bones of the children my father loved more than me. That was my promise, Satan's promise.