I was disappointed until I heard a devilish voice whisper from behind me, “at last, your first son is mine!” I spun around to find no one there, but the voice continued to echo in my head. I looked to my dad, expecting to see fear in his eyes, but instead saw a strange glint of satisfaction.
He then revealed that he had made a deal with a demon to have a son, and that I was the result of his pact. I was horrified, and could feel the demon’s presence in the room, its cold breath on my neck. I tried to run, but felt an invisible force holding me in place.
My dad then began to chant a strange incantation, and the demon began to manifest itself in the room. It was a tall, black figure with horns and a tail. It laughed as it slowly approached me, its claws outstretched.
I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. Just as the demon was about to grab me, I heard my dad’s voice rise above the noise. He had used the last of his strength to break the pact and banish the demon back to the underworld.
The room was silent, and I was finally able to move. I hugged my dad tightly and thanked him for saving me. I knew I could never repay him for what he had done, but I vowed to never forget his courage and selflessness.