Evil one

Evil one is a short story based on Satan. Plz comment down below

I remember back when I had my first son it was 1 billion years a go. We live in an old fashioned house in the woods far away from any human houses.

One morning

It was first thing in the morning when my son and me were sleeping in bed still until my son woke up and excitedly woke me up saying "Dad, dad Its morning, wake up!", while shaking me.

"Ok-ay-y I'm up", "What do you want to do today?" I asked him.

"Go outside and play tag", He said happily.

"Alright then lets eat breakfast then go outside and play, okay?" I said smiling.

"Ok!" He cheered.

We went to the kitchen and had cereal for breakfast. After breakfast we went outside, before I could step out of the door my son just tapped me and said " Tag! Your it", He yelled excitedly then running off without me. I closed the door and locked it then ran after my son. I was so close to tagging him  when suddenly and angel for above and sung his spear at my son. The spear went right through my sons heart then the angel ripped the spear out of his chest. I watch as my son fell dead in to the grasping hands of the angel. The angel was about to fly away carrying my son, when I shouted,

"Wait why are you taking my son, Why did you kill him!!" 

The angel looked back at me and said, "I did it because my lord, God as me to do so,"

"Why did he ask you to kill him?" I asked him, sounding hurt and disgusted.

"The lord said he will use this boy in a later date to fore fill as the king of earth," The angel replied.

   

 "Sorry but I have to go now", The angel said extending his wings and then took off for the heavens.

I began to fall on my knees and started to cry. My stomach began to cringe with agony and then my head started to get dissy with confusion. Eventually I my body hit the ground, I didn't even notice the pain that was sent through my body. The pan of losing my son was even worse than anything I ever felt before. I stayed that way for quite a while until I felt the need to get up and go back home. 

TOO BE CONTINUED...