The Last Heir of Merlin
"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone.
"Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy.
"Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house.
Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?"
"As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife.
"He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said.
The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long.
He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air.
Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise.
Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events.
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