PILOT

He watches as the woman outside led a group of people inside. They were her realtives.

"Dad, what are they doing here?" He asked his father.

His father gave a faint smile. "They are your mother's relatives. They will live with us starting from now on."

It's not that he's against it. But he find it rather unusual.

"Don't they have a house of their own?"

"Samael!" His father hissed.

"What?" He look back at him as if he didn't know what's wrong with what he said.

His father walked towards him and put both of his hands on his shoulders. "Samael," he softly spoke his name. "Mga kamag-anak natin sila. Hindi naman natin pwedeng hindi sila tanggapin, diba?"

He sat up of his bed with a jolt as the memories flashed back at him. Cold sweat running down his shirtless body as he can feel himself seething with anger.

That day...that time...everything felt like a nightmare.

He groaned as he massage his temple. Only his shadow can be seen through the darkness of his room. He got out of his bed as his blanket slip down his well-built figure.

He went to his bathroom and turn on the lights. He opened the faucet and splash his face with water, hoping that it will rinse away whatever pain that memory left him. But it didn't. It only left him balnkly staring at the running water as water drip down his wet face.

Finally, he lift his face and saw his reflection in the mirror. His jaw tightened at the sight of his pair of gold eyes that were exactly the same shade as that loathful woman. He hated it. He hate the fact that he inherited them. He hate the fact that he inherited the eyes of the wench who caused all his suffering.

Literally, he was a son of a bitch.

But he made a promise to himself. He made a promise that he will come back. And he'll make them pay for all they've done.

"I'll make sure to pull them down from the hellhole they put me in."