Devil's Love

I scribble more notes to myself. I am working on the history of rage form still.

I think this will be for the freshmen.

I know I'm supposed to level my lessons but it would be beneficial for all my students.

I have a few weeks left of the summer break and then I have to start teaching again.

I am working on better representation of rage forms mostly for the first quarter. Especially for the freshmen.

Blade comes in before he has to leave, "hey Drax. I'm leaving for training."

I keep my eyes down, "okay."

He sighs softly, "I'll miss you..."

I nod, "alright."

He steps in a little more, "I... uh.... I love you Drax."

I nod again, "yup."

He rests his hand on the inside of his arm. I won't lie he's getting some definition in his body and it's hot. I mean I liked him scrawny too but him as a buff man is really hot.

I shake my head softly to clear my mind, "is there something else?"

He swallows, "you haven't talked to me for like a month Drax. You can't still be angry at me can you?"

I flip a page in my book, "I can be."

He stares at me, "I'll be back at roughly the same time tonight."

I flip a page again, "you could move back in with your parents Blade."

His breath catches a little, "we'll talk about it later."

I listen as his foot steps grow distant before I get up.

I am not too proud to say that I cry. I am not too proud to say that I'm really struggling.

I go down the halls and stop at a portrait of my father and sit in front of it.

I stare up at him, "I didn't know I'd miss you father but it's been such a short time and I'd do anything to have you give me advice. They all say that I'm barely a man and yet I'm grown and in charge."

I sniffle, "they didn't want me as king and the longer I experience all this mounting stress the less I want to be king."

I hug my knees, "I just wish I could ask you for your advice father. I wish I just knew what to do. I want to make the right choices."

I hear a noise and I stand up, quickly wiping my eyes.

It's my father's advisor coming down the hall.

She looks at me, "hello Drax. I am sorry to let myself in."

I smile at her, "father never minded much. I don't mind either."

She smiles at me, "your father asked me to give you this before he passed away. I know it's been a while but I thought you could use some time to settle in before I came back around."

She holds out a sealed letter.

I take it and open it standing in the hall. I open the folded paper inside. My fingers trembling a little from the still bubbling emotion in my chest.

I start to read the letter to myself, "Dear Drax, I do hope you are doing well for yourself son. I wanted you to know that it wasn't an unexpected passing on my part. I've been sick for a very long time. I know that you will give my name honor. I know that you are ready now. And I know that I pushed you too much when you were younger and even now. I hope that you can bring about the changes that I couldn't. I hope that you will be strong and brave when it is hard. That is not to say don't be sad but to find strength in your pain. Also Drax, I want you to know that your mother isn't dead. Your mother is Olive, my advisor. It was shameful and I'm not proud of my actions but I did have an affair and you were the result. Your mother as you know her, my beautiful wife was forgiving and helped me raise you but you were always a mark on my record from that time forward. I did make sure to keep you in the blood line to succeed me son. But I suppose that is all, love your father, Lucifer."

I stare at the letter, it is authentic. I'd recognize his writing anywhere.

I look at her, "you're my mom?"

She sighs softly, "yes and I did tell Lucifer it was better if we didn't tell you but he wanted you to know the last secret he held. Uh well that and he genuinely was proud of you. He never told you that but he was."

I fold up the letter and return it to the envelope, "I sure hope you don't think we're going to have some magical bonding because as far as I'm concerned my mother is dead...."

She nods, "that's fine. I wouldn't expect you to drop everything for me in the slightest."

I rub father's ring on my finger.

Olive motions to it, "it suits you."

I brush back my hair, "thank you."

She looks at me, "you were crying."

I nod a little, "I wish he would be around to tell me what I should do."

She looks at me, "well he rarely made his mind up alone. So what's up?"

I pull on my chin hair, "I proposed to my boyfriend and he said no and now it's awkward to be around him."

She shrugs, "your father proposed to me and I said no."

I huff, rolling my eyes, "yeah but you were the fling. I'm exclusive with him."

She looks at her feet, "I'm sorry. You're right. He probably just needs time. He's in the guard now yeah?"

I nod, "yes. He's in the guard."

She motions, "I need to get a couple things from your father's stuff. Things I left the last night I was over."

I nod, "it's all boxed and in the spare room. Just like the old empty one."

She heads down and opens the door to the room. It's weird that she knows her way around.

But it makes sense because she was fucking my dad.

I look at the portrait of my father again, "I love you dad."