THE HEIR

BY SEAN MORIARTY

ADAM

Strolling in the direction of my father’s workplace, chilly dread creeps down my backbone. The feeling is unsettling to me. I’m not used to feeling such a foreboding sense of worry. Not after I’m the one who normally instills it in others.

I’m the true Satan’s baby on this world my father has created.

I’m my father’s future successor.

Not by blood, however it is going to be me all the identical.

My brother, David, could run my father’s future endeavors that favor the sunshine of day. However David won’t ever have the expertise nor the flexibility to do the issues that preserve our household protected.

It’s plain as day.

There’s a lightweight inside David. I see it each time I’m with him. He doesn’t have that spark of darkness. He’s too… good.

And me?

I’m the Satan’s shadow.

Concern and uncertainty grate on my nerves. Why do I really feel this rattling foreboding feeling? Father set a gathering for me immediately, and I believed nothing of it after I noticed it on my calendar. However now? Now I really feel as if one thing is in play that I’ve neglected.

Transferring my hand as much as the small allure necklace Abigail gave me, I really feel it rubbing in opposition to my breastbone and frown. Usually, after I contact it I can draw upon a way of calm, however now I really feel nothing however nervousness.

Slowing my stroll as I go by my very own private workplace, I preserve a measured breath to myself.

It doesn’t matter what is about to occur I need to preserve my composure.

I’ll preserve my cool and I’ll present no worry. My feelings will stay in examine.

“Concern is the absence of data,” I whisper to myself. “Doubt is my enemy. Errors occur. However I alone will management the end result.”

The baretta on my hip weighs closely on my metaphorical shoulders as I settle for my truths.

I formally made my bones two months in the past, and ever since I’ve at all times carried my gun with me. The battle with the opposite factions could have taken a trip in the intervening time, however different risks and threats at all times loom in the dead of night like stalking terrors.

Squeezing the small golden dragon allure yet one more time, I take one other measured breath.

Concern results in doubt. Doubt results in dying.

Straightening my shoulders, I knock earlier than getting into my father’s workplace.

“Ah, my son,” Lucifer, my father, says with a flat smile.

Pink strobe lights begin flashing inside my head after I see that smile.

His smile is uncommon for him. Even when he’s compelled to cope with an disagreeable process, his smile tends to be extra mischievous.

“Father,” I say with a decent smile of my very own and look across the workplace.

There’s solely us and the Spider sitting at a desk near Father’s personal.

“Adam,” Simon says with a small, curt nod in my route earlier than he returns his consideration to the laptop computer he’s perpetually engaged on.

I nod my head at him. “Uncle.”

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