"Expelled....." Harris thought as he cleared his locker, this could not be happening. What would he tell his mom, that his school's system is absolutely messed up and that they favour the rich? He sighed as he felt prying eyes of his schoolmates. He had to get out of there quickly.
"Now is our chance." Asaroth said as he followed Harris.
"Woah, wait up." Mammon yelled as he could barely keep up with Asaroth. Harris was oblivious to the fact that he was being followed, after he finished removing everything from the locker he walked to the school's exit.
"Bye murderer." David sneered as he and his cronies laughed at Harris, Harris walked faster as he exited the school's gates.
"Wow, he's fast." Mammon stated as they followed Harris through the streets.
"C'mon, we have to keep up." Asaroth said as he pulled Mammon and started walking briskly making Mammon tumble and fall down on Asaroth.
"Damn you. Ugh how hard is it to walk you idiot?!" Asaroth groaned in annoyance. Mammon laughed as he got off Asaroth.
"Ugh, in fact. No more walking." Asaroth said as he drew a hexagon in the air. Suddenly a dark portal opened up showing a dim-lighted room. "Let's go."
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Slowly he opened the door to the house, hoping and praying that his mother wouldn't be home. His eyes surveyed the room, he sighed in relief when he realised his mother might have just gone to work or might sleeping. He'd just hide in his room until the actual closing time of his school arrived. Quietly he entered the living room and put his bag on the ground.
"Harris?" A familiar voice said in surprise. Harris stared at his mother who had just emerged from the kitchen with a letter in her hands. Just how fast was his school? She didn't even need to tell him that was a letter from the school explaining that he had been expelled.
"Mom... I can explain." Harris said but his mother raised her hand.
"You don't have to. The school already did." His mother said, Harris noticed something up with his mother, she seemed mad.
"Why? Why can't you just be tolerant?" His mother yelled angrily at Harris.
"So I should just let them insult you? It wasn't my fault!" Harris said defensively.
"Look at where retaliation took you. You've been expelled and I don't have enough money to send you back to any school!" His mother screamed frustrated. "We've told you over and over again! Don't mind them!"
"You and who?" Harris retorted feeling his blood boiling every second.
"Me and your father! He always told you to stop retaliating about the smallest things! You never listened!" His mother yelled. Harris could feel his fists clenched as he tried so badly to regain composure.
"Don't talk about him. Don't." He said through gritted teeth.
"He's your father for Christ sake!" She yelled. Harris felt something inside him snap.
"He's dead! He's in a stupid, fucking wooden box! You're just delusional to think he's alive! I saw him get shot, I saw him get buried! He's dead." Harris yelled as he had finally snapped.
"Are you aware you're the reason why he's dead? When you got into a fight with that gang, they saw you with him and thought it be fun to kill him." His mother yelled. She looked at him unshed tears in her eyes. "Did you.... Did you kill Evelyn?" His mother asked, her voice breaking with emotion. Harris stared at his mother in disbelief.
"I'm not answering that." Harris said. "I'm not."
"Answer the question." She demanded.
"I said I'm not answering it!" Harris yelled, suddenly he felt something smooth graze his cheek, he touched the cheek only to feel blood. His eyes went to the door, a knife stuck on its post. Did she really throw a knife at him?
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" His mother screamed as he ascended the staircase to his room. He banged the door and locked it as he sat on the ground and thought about how everything went wrong. His own guardian angel left him, he still remembers that incident. Harris was told by him to stop going too deep into the spiritual or he'd leave. Harris didn't listen and the angel left. It was fair, now his own mother sees him as a murderer.
"God damnit!" He screamed as he threw some books across the room.
"Yea, we all hate God. You'd get used to the feeling." A voice said. Harris looked at his bed and saw Mammon comfortably sitting on it. Harris was trying to comprehend this, The Second Prince of Hell is in his room.
"He said he cares. Then why do his own people suffer? Why would he watch you see your father get shot. He didn't even send help." Mammon stated as he looked at Harris. "I know that feeling. It's detestable. That you trust Him and He just throws you away."
"You do?" Harris asked surprised.
"We do." Asaroth said as he materialized next to Harris. "And we want to get rid of it."
"How?"Harris asked surprised. Asaroth grinned showing his fangs. "By getting rid of the hypocrites. Those who claim to be righteous and yet are even more demonic than the rest. So we're giving you an offer." Asaroth said. Harris' face showed confusion as he looked at the two demons.
"I'm listening." Harris said.
"Help us get rid of those who claim to be saints and we'll get rid of all those who have hurt you." Asaroth offered. Harris paused for a while, he knows this wrong. To follow the devil is wrong but..... Where was God and others when he needed them the most? Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere, he wanted revenge. He wanted to drag David straight into hell and torment him for rest of his years, a wide sadistic grin appeared on his face as he thought about how he'd torment all those who wronged. Slowly, he rose to his feet and stared at the the demons.
"Do we have a deal?" Mammon asked, extending his hand for a handshake a golden flame igniting from his hand. Harris shook Mammon's hand.
"We do."
"Well then. We should probably introduce you to the rest. Shall we get going?" Asaroth asked as he opened up a portal showing hell. Harris nodded as all three of them stepped inside. Unlike Michelle and Janeta, Harris knew the gravity of his situation but he didn't care. He had already paid the Devil's Price.