A date

The next day Satan woke up with the same nightmare. He was used to that horrible nightmare for the past twenty years. But this time, it was a bit different. He saw Brianna in the middle of all his mess. 

"No woman is innocent. They are all whore, trying to act innocent and Brianna is no exception." Satan hatefully gazed at the photo hanging on the wall, smeared in blood and almost unrecognizable. 

"Dad is right. Women are not worthy of respect." Satan sneered and stepped out of his soft king-size bed. 

When sunlight hit his back, all the old and new scars were visible, but they look like art on his back. 

As he traced his rough fingers on the fresh blood clotted wound, his phone rang, displaying Roy's name on the brightly lit screen.

"Satan, there is something wrong in the company, and your presence is urgently needed." Roy sound panicked as he informs Satan.

"Take care of the situation. I am coming." Satan