Hey guys, ZoNe13 here. Sorry it took so long for the next chapter, I had no inspiration at the time. Enjoy.

D&D #6

"Hey dad, how was work?" I asked him.

"Total crap." He said, sitting on my bed. "First, the dumbasses in the Circle of Wrath decided to lay traps in front of the gates to deter me from entering. Then, the armies were shirking their duties at the walls, so I promptly gave them beatings. Finally, an Archangel decided to tread on my domain to try to order me to do something, and I lost it at that point. Do you want to know what I did to him?"

"Let loose." I said.

He sighed and continued. "I strapped him to a table by his feet, sawed his wings off, and made him ingest adder snakes, black widow spiders, and nuclear waste that was freshly disposed of by the humans. That all killed about five hours."

I was not surprised to hear him say that, seeing as how I'm supposed to be the ruler of Hell in case my dad dies or gets convinced to go back to God. What I was surprised about was the fact that he basically stated in his own words that he's tired and bored of torturing souls for entertainment. Then again, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is very much the definition of insanity, and my dad had that in droves. I sat on my bed next to him and looked at him.

My dad was not really the "big red guy with blood red skin, horns, cloven hooves, a goatee, and a trident in hand. You humans had assumed that on your own due to Christianity. He was actually a normal-looking guy, but with sharp teeth, a black suit, sullen black eyes from insomnia, and pale skin from no sunlight at all. In fact, he had to carry around a black parasol when he was going out so he wouldn't sizzle like he was in a deep fryer. He didn't have long nails like you would think, either. In all honesty, he looked more human than demonic entity.

My dad looked at me and said with a forced smile, "So Damian, how was your first day of school?"

I fell on my back and looked at the ceiling, and then said, "Well, first of all, I never knew that Sky High was literally in the damned sky, and you hadn't put barf bags in my backpack either, so I puked in a trash can. Then, I was almost bullied, but I put the brakes on that before it happened. After that, some jarhead decided to use the 'Hero/Sidekick' test to determine if we were fit to be heroes or some prick human's lackey. Finally, I got some freakish looks for sitting with a person who was a total loner. All in all, a normal day...if you want to call it that."

He looked impressed, which usually meant that he was also plotting something sincerely...ugh...nice. I hated that word almost as much as I hated monotony, but at least I can say that without wanting to die later on.

"Damian, can I ask you something?" My dad said.

"Dad, ask me whatever you want...except when it comes to me not liking Pantera as much as you do, because you already know the answer to that." I said.

He looked down. "Did you know that your mother is having another kid?"

I looked at him like I was hearing that the Second Coming was happening today. "You're shitting me."

"I'm not."

"...Damn."

"That's right. But that wasn't the worst part." He said.

At that point, I put two and two together, and I definitely did not like the answer.

"You're saying that Mom got knocked up by an angel?" I asked, irritated.

He looked at me, back to the ground, and slowly nodded.

"I can't believe this shit!" I yelled, balling up my fists and becoming very pissed off. "You're supposed to be the damned Prince of Darkness, the Crown Jewel of the Damned, the GODDAMN ANTICHRIST, AND YOU LET MOM GET BANGED BY AN ANGEL?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

My dad simply looked down in absolute misery. "If you're going to beat my ass, go ahead. I've failed as a father." He said.

I was about to take off on him, but I held my punch back. I got off of the bed, looked at the sword, and stared at the ground. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Suddenly, my dad started crying, a symbol that he was giving up. He knew that somehow, he couldn't handle being a father, and a good husband to my mom as well. 'What have I done? I shouldn't be blaming my dad for this shit. It's not his fault. But I'll be damned if I have a sibling in the house!'

"Dad, I-"

"What's the use of being around anymore?" He sobbed.

"Dad-"

"I'm not even useful to anyone, or good for anything." He continued.

"Dad..."

"I don't even know who I am anymore." He cried.

"Dad, shut up and let me f***ing talk, you asinine excuse for a fallen angel!" I yelled, utterly furious.

He stopped crying and looked at me through tears.

"I'm asking you, not as the herald of the Dark Prince, but as your son, to do me a favor." I said.

He blew his nose on a hankerchief. "What is it?"

I looked straight into his black eyes. "I need you to help me find out whether the kid will be an angel or a demon. Chances are that you may still have a chance to be a dad, but to two future rulers of Hell."

He smiled and said, "Agreed."