Fantasy

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.
    “The Devil’s blood runs in our family.”
    That was the truth. Sadly my father was the owner of a takeaway chicken shop with the talent of turning his eyes blue, and I was the son of the takeaway shop who just happened to be slightly stronger than others.
    But five years later.
    They came for me.