Daddy Lucifer
I remained glued to the floor and did not move from my spot even as he covered the distance between us and cast his dark, disrobing gaze on me.
"I am sorry father." I uttered nervously, my voice barely above a whisper and he returned me an irritated growl. I quickly corrected my mistake, my sovereign of hell step- father hates it when I refer to him as father or Dad and I like most people who value their sanity and lives; I have never dared to call him by his name. He only wants me to call him daddy, which I have never minded, it was just another one of his rules.
"I am sorry daddy… please-" Before I could even shakily utter the rest of my apology and provide the unattended fish in the oven