Devil imprisoned to hell

Sebastian walked towards his place, in a way dragged himself. The wound was not even healed, he could feel blood coming out from it but he didn't stop.

He reached his house, and tried to look for the key in his pocket, while he was still searching for the key, the door was opened suddenly.

The man standing on the other side was shocked seeing Sebastian covered in blood.

"Young Master!" The old butler asked in a worried tone, walking towards Sebastian. He supported him and walked him inside.

Sebastian didn't say anything, he was already losing his consciousness from the severe pain. He was somehow managing to keep himself awake.

But he knows if the butler was here then that person would be there too. And this was the hell he was talking of.

He can never escape hell, with time it will go worse and like every devil he will end up dying too, losing everything he cared about. The reason for which he never dared to have something dear to him, because he was a devil he was destined to lose everything precious to him and at last losing himself. This will be the end of his story.

"Where were you last night?" A male voice echoed in the room. It was a heavy voice but it didn't express any kind of emotion but Sebastian knew who it was.

It was him who created hell for him. He hated him but didn't dare go against him. He was the person who locked him in this hell.

Sebastian signaled the old butler to let go and he will be able to stand on his own. Sebastian looked towards the glamorous bar attached at the end of the living room.

He could see the man sitting in one of the chairs and sipping whiskey in a glass. Sebastian could see his side face, he still looked young. And look the same as him, which he hates the most.

He hated to accept that the person sitting on the bar was his own dad, the person who imprisoned his own wife, for his past love, hates his legitimate son and dotes on his illegitimate son but he can't understand why he has to be the heir.

He never liked him but still wants him to take over his multi-corporational company, instead of his doting son. Sebastian just wanted to be a doctor who saved the lives of people, help in need but before he could realize his dream it was killed. It was killed by the man in front of him so ruthless that he didn't dare to dream again.

He made him a devil, he made him someone who others fear while he wanted a normal life. Why can't he? His father never liked him but he still has to go through all why?

He can't have someone dear to him, because he was scared his father would kill them. He will kill anyone, and he knows he will. Sebastian can't let an innocent die in their fight.

It was a battle of him and his dad, only one can win and only can life one wants. He can't pull others in this battle and let them die. He always heard that to get something you need to sacrifice something. Here he was sacrificing, he was sacrificing.

He was killing every emotion in him, he was not letting anyone get close to him, he was dying from inside but showing his best to others.

When he hears people saying he had a perfect life one wants, he wants to laugh at their wishful thinking, life like him is wanted by someone?

Life where you can't dare to have someone, life where you are asked to be devil, or forced to become a devil and get imprisoned to his own hell.

People want his life, if he ever gets a chance to choose she will better choose a life of average, it may not be perfect but he would have freedom, he could do what he wants instead of being imprisoned like this.

Seeing Sebastian not speaking anything, Samael glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He scanned him from top to the bottom, but his eyes stop when he saw blood coming out from his lower part of abdomen.

He felt anger, he was injured which meant he lost to someone, even after all those training he lost. He felt a fire building inside him but he didn't showed it on his face, he continued sipping his whiskey like before.

"What happened to your lower abdomen?" Samael asked taking sip, he was so calm that if others saw him like that they may never believe he was the father. How can a parent so ruthless to his own child?

But Sebastian already know, what kind of person his person was. He didn't expect anything from him.

He just smiled hiding every pain under the veil of his smile before looking up towards him and replying,"Why do you even care?"

His words are cold and calm, what he said was truth. Why did a person who bought the pain even cared what happens to him.

He was just someone who need to take his position in future, why does he has to care what happens to him until he does good in work.

Samael scoffed, stopped sipping and looked directly towards Sebastian, he saw his stern face, as if it was nothing and the smile on his lips, added fuel to his anger, and finally to anger broke apart.

Samael throw the glass towards him, it hit his shoulder bowl before falling onto the ground and shattering into pieces.

Even it may not look that painful, but a normal person would have winced in pain, but Sebastian didn't even bounce back, he stood there as he was. Samael smirked seeing him like that.

His anger subdued seeing that his son as not that weak, but seeing that wound around his lower abdomen still angred him.

He got up from his chair and walked up towards him.