Hey, gurls!

So, I got bored... again.

And I decided to write a chapter for y'all.

Also, I decided y'all have waited long enough.

Enjoy!

*Mitch POV* (still)

When I got to my room, someone was waiting for me.

It was a good thing that I managed to hold myself back, because if I hadn't, I would've punched my Father in the face.

"Oh," I said, "Hi."

"Mitchell," Father said, standing up.

Now, you would expect the King of the Demons to actually look like a Demon. You know, pointy teeth, claws, scaly skin, etc.

But Father... well, he wasn't like that.

His ivory skin seemed to glow like a Light Being's, as did his hair (blond), and his green eyes seemed to carry a kindness in them. If you'd met him on the street, you wouldn't think he'd be dangerous. (A/N: Picture Legalos from Lord of the Rings, but with green eyes.)

But I knew better.
I also knew that he carried a temper like a viper: it could strike at any moment.

At the current moment, though, he didn't seem mad.

He seemed... happy?

"Mitchell," he said again, "I am proud of you."

"Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw you today with your brother," he said, "Establishing your dominance. Taking what you wanted."

Internally, I sighed in relief. He wasn't mad at me for having the Light Being.

His next words, though, caused my good mood to shatter.

"And when you convert him, it will show the wretched Lightspawn who's really in charge."

My eyes widened, and I almost choked.

"M-me, sir?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, you, Mitchell," he replied, "I was going to have your brother do it, but you seem well suited for the task. I know that I can count on you."

Before I could say another word, he vanished.

Leaving me with a dim-witted Light boy, a massive headache, and a sudden craving for pizza.

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I spent the next few hours in my room, plotting.

What in the world was I going to do with a Light Being in my house????

I knew I couldn't just let him go; Father would probably kill him and me.

Suddenly, a thought struck me.

I don't even know what his name is!

And why the heck do I suddenly care?

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I came out into the living room to find the Light boy still on my couch, looking up at the ceiling.

Nothing unusual.

What I was surprised about, though, was that he was singing.

"Amazing grace,
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found.
Was blind, but now I see..."

Under normal circumstances, I would never listen to music like that, but his voice was just...

Mitchell Grassi, get a hold of yourself right now!!! I told myself.

I cleared my throat, and he stopped singing, looking at me.

"Hi," he said, giving me that disarmingly innocent smile again.

"Um..." I said, trying to shake off the daze, "I... um..."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I replied quickly, "I just... I don't know your name."

"Oh," he said, "It's Scott."

"Scott," I repeated, smiling slightly, "I'm Mitch."

He nodded, and I was a little put off by how childlike he seemed at that moment.

Trying to find something else to say, I asked, "Are you hungry, Scott?"

"Yeah," he replied, sitting up straighter. (A/N: Like Scott can do anything straight.)

"I have some pizza, if you want," I offered.

His next words almost caused me to have a heart attack:

"What's pizza?"

In that moment, I forgot that he was a Light Being, and therefore my enemy.
I forgot about the task that Father had given me.

"You've never tried pizza?????" I asked, "Scott, you have no idea what you've been missing out on."

And I rushed to the kitchen, determined to educate this boy about the parts of society he had never known.

A/N: So... yeah, this should be interesting.

Y'all like it?

BTW, next chapter will DEFINITELY be Scottish chapter.

Also, I NEED A SONG, PLEASE!!!!! Preferably one that Mitch can sing. (Also preferably Beyonce.)

Luv you all! *blows kisses*