“Even if you don’t, it’s still a useful skill. You can always persuade people with violence.” And he knew Robert could be convincing when he wanted to be.
He gave the elder demon a cold look, not caring if it earned him further punishment. “Fuck off.”
“Better than being a piece of shit who betrayed his own family,” Teddy shot back without hesitation, not a single flicker of emotion behind the coldness of his tone.
It was evident that the boy was probably simply mimicking what he’d been taught, but it was undeniable even from just looking at him that Teddy was Chance’s son, and not just from the strong physical resemblance.
“I’d rather be a killer than a coward.”
“If that’s the sort of shit you’ve picked up from your father, then you really ought to know that he tried to murder his own mother.”
It was likely Chance had twisted those events in his favor as well, Brittia sure seemed to believe the lie but he didn’t. She could defend their son all she wanted, but he didn’t trust him in the slightest.
“You’re too young to know or understand what happened because of Chance, kid.”
Teddy was probably much more familiar with Tassos than the other was with him, but that was only due to Chance’s hatred of Tass and the fact he’d hardly been quiet about those feelings since Teddy was a kid, meaning all Teddy knew of his grandfather was the venom his father held for him and that it had poisoned his own opinion of him, though perhaps slightly less, owing only to the fact that Teddy had never actually met Tass in person.
What was it with his son and twisting kids? He could never understand why it seemed so damn important to Chance that his kids end up the same fucked up disaster he had somehow turned out to be and it honestly upset Tass greatly.
“Being a serial killer isn’t going to get you very far in life,” he pointed out, crossing his arms and staring the boy down. “Surely you’re aware of that.”
Truthfully, he only really knew of the boy in passing glances at photos. Avalon had a few around the house, had rolled her eyes and told him who the boy was and his name. She had neglected to mention that he had taken after Chance in any manner, so it was startling to come face to face with his grandson, only to find the boy covered in blood.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” the words more to himself than his grandson, but still loud enough to be heard.
Me: We should totally write
Brain: Yeah, for sure!
Hex and VV: Nahhhhh, we’re gonna lie on you in the most inconvenient ways. Not sorry, mom.
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