The Demonic Child

Chapter 5: A Gift

[First Person]

Kelvin had asked Mark to park right outside his daughter's house. Although Kelvin was well off and a considerable force to be reckoned with in the current world, his daughter, Mitchell Gregory, didn't want anything to do with his money. It wasn't because she hated her father. It had something to do with her late husband, but that was a story for another day.

Kelvin then ordered Mark to drive off to one of the hotels he owned in Burmin while he picked up his luggage and walked up to the front door.

Placing a few knocks on the door, it didn't take long for a woman in her mid thirties to come open the door. She had ginger red hair and light green eyes. The moment she laid her eyes on the man on the door, she felt an automatic urge to hug him, but restrained herself.

"What do you want this time?" Mitchell asked coldly, eying her father from top to bottom. Again, Mitchell had nothing against her father. She simply wanted to make him hate her by treating him this way.

"I'm good. Thanks for asking," Kelvin replied sarcastically as he stepped into the house. Mitchell made sure she didn't get in his way.

Without asking for permission, Kelvin walked up the stairs, standing right in front of his favourite grandson's room.

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I had just gotten off the phone with Kelvin. Honestly, I felt that if it wasn't for his money, the old timer would have been nothing but a lousy nuisance in my life. Of course, I was thinking under the influence of the emotions I was feeling at the time.

Throwing my phone onto my bed, I brought out a small box from under my bed. My room was small and only had a small bed, a study table, littered laundry and wall posters, as well as a tiny closet for clothes. Despite this, I still had to be economical with my space, as such, I opted to keep items like my games and a laptop in a small box under my bed.

The laptop was an old PC model which was no longer in vogue in the current era, however, after a little rewiring, I was able to sync the hunk of junk with the currently technology system of the world.

I then moved to my study table and took a seat. Going online, I signed into the game known as Holy Fist. Lately, I had found myself getting angrier than usual, so I needed a way to vent out my frustration in a way that wasn't perverted, luckily, I stumbled upon the online game known as Holy Fist.

Playing a few rounds, the my anger gradually got replaced by dopamine as I dominated ever opponent I faced. Investing my seemingly endless frustration into playing the game, I, within a few weeks, had become a pro at the game.

In the middle of my fight with my tenth opponent, I started hearing a few knocks on my door, however, I was too engrossed in the opponent I was currently battling to care about answering my mum, well, I thought it was my mum knocking.

Eventually, the soft, slow knocks got harder and louder, until I had lost against my thirteenth opponent. Angry, I spun around and sprung out from my rotating chair and stormed towards the door, my footsteps loud and heavy with each step.

"Can't you f**k off for one day?! I was in the middle of a freaking match!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. When I eventually calmed down, I saw that it wasn't my mum, but my grandpa who was knocking at my door, however, I didn't care either way as I stormed back into my room, leaving the door open as I put back my headphones back on my head and angrily selected another opponent to face.

"Chill, will ya," Was all Kelvin said as he walked into my room, closing the door behind him. Kelvin didn't consider what I did as disrespectful because he appreciated how real I was around him. And honestly, that was all Kelvin desired from people, for them to just be real with him.

Upon seeing me grandson dominating yet another opponent, Kelvin thought it would be best to talk to me when I had fully calmed down from whatever was burning in my mind.

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After endless hours of an unending path of brutal m******e, I had finally signed off from the game and lifted up the headphones from my head. Taking in a deep breath, then breathing out, I then rotated my chair towards my grandfather.

"So what do you want?"

"You really take after your mum, don't you?"

"Answer my question!" I shouted.

"Sigh... fine. I was Hoping you'd be in a good mood after playing for so long, but I guess you're still boiling with rage. Here." Kelvin said as he threw the small box he got as a present to me.

"Lemme guess..."

"Yep."

"I can't believe you..." I said in a defeated tone. I didn't need to open the box to know what was inside. The numerous phoenix - based items in my room made it painfully clear what my braindead grandfather had gotten me this time.

"You might like this present more than the others."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Well, that's simply because this one is special."

I didn't say anything else. I had my eyes fixated on the weird design on the top cover on the box.

"Why are there two figures on the cover?"