By Jason Dextradeur
There’s nothing else in life quite as frustrating as family. Family are the people you love who love to drive you crazy. And the only thing worse than family is being involved in the family business.
I never wanted to be a part of what my parents did, had absolutely no interest whatsoever. That’s probably not new; you probably know lots of people who don’t want to grow up and become their parents. Trust me when I say that my family is different. They absolutely, wholeheartedly, one hundred and ten percent love what they do, and make no mistake, they’ve always expected me to follow in their footsteps, just like my brother and sister did. So, what is this glorious career that my family embraces with such vigor?
My parents are Fallen Angels.
Take a moment to let that sink in. That’s right; my parents chose to fight against God and were cast out of heaven along with Lucifer and all the others. I’ve known Lucifer since I was a baby. He drops by every so often to see how we’re doing, and it’s always a big deal. My mother gets out the good china, and we have to be on our best behavior. I’ve always thought it odd that the Prince of Darkness expects well-behaved children when he visits his friends. Somehow, there’s a fundamental flaw in that.
Whenever Lucifer would come over, my mother would swoon as he complimented her cooking. That was how I knew he was the Prince of Lies because my mother could burn water. After he’d leave, my father would sit in his favorite chair, kick off his shoes, and smoke his pipe with a contented look on his face.