Tadaaaa.
Fingers, wings, blood, and a heart. Perfect.
"Daddy will love this," I whisper.
Maybe I should bring it home, freeze it, and gift it to my Daddy. Would he like that? Maybe. Maybe not. For now, I just snap a picture. Daddy doesn't need filth near him.
Speaking of filth… I'd almost forgotten the guy.
He's still awake, staring at my masterpiece with horror.
"You should never have touched my Daddy."
His lips part, but he's too weak to speak.
I'm bored now. It's time to finish for the night.
Earlier, I spotted bottles of gasoline in the attic. I fetch them, drenching him in it first. His screams are useless. Then I pour through the other rooms, soaking them too.
I strike a match and drop it after I'm finished. Fire leaps very fast and devours him.
I watch, just long enough to know he's gone. Then I spread the blaze through the rest of the house. Before I leave, I slice the hose on the gas line. The explosion will be glorious.
I hurry away, heading to my car. The blast booms behind me, shaking the ground.
It should make me happy.
But it doesn't.
I know what will happen if I go home tonight. The darkness will creep back in.
So instead, I shower at one of my cabins, change clothes, and drive to the only person who can make it better.
My Daddy.
Chapter nine
Ezrah
Ididn't want to leave early, but Ethan forced me. I couldn't help but feel down because I promised Sebastian we'd grab a drink after our shifts.
What was going on with him?
What was going on withmeis the better question.
Lying in bed, I replay all our past moments. Aziel and Sebastian were never the closest siblings, but sometimes we spent time together. Their mother made us take him along on a few dates. That was the only time we ever watched a movie with Sebastian.
I remember one time I asked him if it was okay to watch a movie with him while I waited for Aziel to finish his shower. He refused. I chuckle, remembering his shocked expression and adamant refusal.
'Movie time is my time,'he'd said.
To this day, I don't know why the guy was so obsessed with watching movies alone.
I try not to think about the first time he called me Daddy, but the memory sneaks in anyway. I was twenty-two and he was eighteen. We were sitting in the kitchen, about to eat breakfast.
Aziel kisses my forehead and laughs at the joke I said.
"You and your jokes," he says.
