"I must leave you both now," Morina stated. "Arlyn will show you the way." With that, she disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
Jarod looked up at Arlyn, obviously confused. The two were standing at a tall, black door in a pitch white hallway with no one around, a dull yellow light coming from underneath the door.
"What are we doing here?" He asked curiously. She didn't answer as she did a sequence of knocks in a sort of pattern, that confused the snow haired boy even more than he was. The door, to his slight amazement, opened slowly, as if he had entered the boss room of a Mario game.
She glanced at him. "Come in, we have much to discuss." She said almost cautiously. He nodded slowly as they walked into a dark room, only lit by candles to reveal a large table with several old people sitting at it, Morina included.
Arlyn bowed to them, but Jarod, who wasn't in the loop quite yet, didn't do anything but stare at the elderly people who seemed too arrogant for their own good. He rose a single hand and uttered a single word.
"Hi," Arlyn and Morina would've smacked him if they weren't in a place that required respect. One of the elders, an old wrinkly man with black eyes scoffed and seemed to roll his eyes.
"He thinks he can address us as so. Do you know who we are boy?" He said in a smug tone.
"Not exactly," Jarod said as his eyes trailed along the several people sitting at the large table. "But by the looks of it, you all seem pretty important, a council of sorts?" He asked. A woman with dark hair and brown eyes with slits nodded carefully, trying to say something that would show what she meant, but also trying to make it sound as intelligent as possible.
"You are as intelligent as the files said you were." Jarod rose an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut, wanting her to continue. "Come, sit down." She motioned at an empty chair at the end of the table, the one farthest away from him.
He walked their as quickly as he could, but not fast enough apparently when an old man yelled. "Hurry up we haven't got all day!" Jarod felt his face heat up as he suddenly walked faster and sat in his seat in a blink of an eye.
"Good," The brown-eyed woman continued, sending the man who had yelled a quick glare before continuing. "Now, let us begin the debate of keeping Jarod Morgan, the son of Lucifer, alive or not." This shocked, not only Jarod but also Arlyn.
"He is the son of our King! We cannot vote for his death without-" She was then grabbed by the neck and slammed against the concrete walls by one of the other older men. He had gray hair that was slicked back as if he lived in the 70s in his mid-50s and a professional business suit on.
"Shut the fuck up, peasant! You are not apart of this!" He yelled, making Arlyn gasp for air as he clenched on her throat harder.
Jarod didn't know why, but he felt a form of anger form in his chest, as well as something awakening in him. A smile appeared on his face as he propped his elbow up on the table and rested his chin on his closed fist.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said darkly before his eyes widened and he closed his mouth with his hand. The man released Arlyn, glaring daggers at Jarod.
"What did you just say to me?" Jarod was going to keep silent, but he just kept talking.
"You heard me you old bag of shit. Don't do that again, you will not be forgiven." The same dark voice said, coming out of Jarod's mouth before he could stop it. He then realized it was "Dark Jarod" talking through him, and he didn't want to get in trouble because of the bastard!
Stop it! He mentally screamed, only to be replied with a growl. The old man started stalking towards Jarod, his eyes had literal flames in them.
"I'll make you eat those words!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, the whole room was shaking. Jarod then felt Dark Jarod take some control over him and felt a weird sensation in his right eye. The whole room then went dark, all the candles were snuffed out with a quick snap, leaving only a single red eye with a black slit to be seen, along with another pair of red eyes behind him.
"If you come near my son Methas, I will make you into one of my playthings." An even darker voice was heard from behind Jarod. Everyone noticed how Jarod's one eye that had one slit was identical to the two that were behind him before they heard a snap and all the candles were lit once again, but this time with a much brighter flame.
Jarod's eyes widened as he felt a hand grip his shoulder and even more in surprise as everyone stood up and immediately bowed before the man standing behind him.
"My lord," Morina said, standing behind him, respect coming off her in waves as she saw the King of Hell stand before her once again. Jarod slowly turned his head around and saw a rather handsome man with a black tuxedo on, but with red eyes with black slits in them just like his when he got mad that one day and killed a gatekeeper.
"Hello, son." The man said, giving the boy a slight smirk as he released his grip from Jarod's shoulder. He had bristles of hair growing alongside his chin and upper lip as if he were trying to grow out a beard but always trimmed it a bit too much for it to grow-in correctly.
"Hello, father." Jarod barely managed to let out. He was actually meeting his father for the first time, and all the bad feelings from before were gone from this undying nervousness that he WAS in fact the son of one, if not the most powerful person since God himself in the entire universe. Lucifer then turned to the Council of Hell, a glare upon his features, one that would make normal humans piss themselves.
"Now, can someone please explain to me why you are voting for the death of my son? I can see that the young girl over there," He pointed at Arlyn. "Was trying to talk sense into you, I mean, her and the girl's master were the only ones knowing I was present. She was trying to save your pathetic asses and what do you do? You try to kill her. Methas, Methas Methas Methas..." He murmured, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?" He wondered aloud.
"He should not be punished my lord, he was-" The old woman with brown eyes tried to speak, but was quickly silenced when she found out her lips could no longer move.
"Shut up." Jarod's dark voice rang throughout the room in a small whisper that seemed to be everywhere as if he were whispering in their ears. "I don't wish to hear your pathetic excuse!" He said in the same whisper. Lucifer looked down at his son with a mix of shock and pride.
"I think I'm going to like you. Your inner demon is very eager to try to get out." He said simply before tapping Jarod's forehead with quick speed, making him unconscious.
"Morina, take your apprentice with my son and go to my castle. I must deal with these pests." He said. Morina instantly grabbed Jarod and disappeared, leaving Lucifer with the now terrified council.
"Now, now, I'm not going to kill anyone. I'm just gonna show you what it means to be a plaything of the devil himself for a day." He said, grinning as he snapped his fingers, and everyone was tied down and gagged with handcuffs on. A table of many different types of tools and buckets and many more torture playthings on it. "Let's have some fun!"