A few rays of the sun filled Errol Cesar’s room. The cool soft breeze of the night had ended. This meant it was morning. ‘Ugh……….’ He thought as he slowly rose and sat up in his pajamas. ‘What time is it?’ He looked towards the electronic alarm clock. It read in bold blue numbers 7:59 AM. He started to rub his eyes softly and blinked. ‘I got a few minutes before school starts! Why did I sleep at 2:00 AM?’ Quickly, he sprung up from his bed and opened the closet. On the top shelf there were a few board games and action figures that he had played with when he was younger. The shelf below had a few classic books like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Alice in Wonderland, and The Wizard of Oz to name a few. On the rack or hanger part of the closet had his clothes and what he was looking for, his school uniform. He removed his shirt for his pajamas and slipped the white shirt of his uniform on. Next, he placed on the light blue coat of the uniform following by the navy blue pants and white shoes. Errol opened the door and raced into the kitchen. He came to a complete stop when he saw Thomas also known as one of his older ‘brothers’ sitting on the red velvet sofa. He was scratching the scalp of his chocolate brown hair with one hand and eating a sausage with eggs wrapped in a golden brown pancake topped with maple syrup in his other. ‘Wait…….what day is it today?’ He thought before tapping softly on Thomas’ shoulder. Thomas jumped a little and looked towards Errol. “Oh…….I didn’t see you come in Errol,” Thomas smiled “How come you have your school uniform on? It’s a Saturday.” He asked. But, when he said that. Errol marched back to his room and changed into something more casual. He came back, grabbed two ‘breakfast burritos’ as they called them, and sat down on the sofa. “I guess you didn’t know.” He chuckled a little a bit. Errol glared at him with his black eyes. Thomas smiled. “Don’t get so worked up about you not knowing.” Thomas’ smile had faded instantly. He sighed, turned on the TV, handed Errol a notepad as well as a pencil, and then got comfy on the couch. ‘Jeez……….this day is going to be full of exciting things.’ Errol thought sarcastically as he wrote down something and showed it to Thomas. ”Where’s ‘our’ mother.” it said. Technically. Thomas’ mother was Errol’s foster mother. She had taken him into their family when he was a small infant. But the actual truth was that the current Errol was actually his latest reincarnation. You see. Errol is actually the god of darkness and is as old as the first humans or cavemen were alive. Thomas and the other members of the family discovered this when he came home one day through the window covered in blood and sweat. Black wings were on his back as well. “She’s currently at the grocery store with Jordy. Why’d you ask?” Thomas responded. “Because I was just curious.” The next message said. “Okay.” Thomas went back to watching TV.
“Now let’s move onto our main story. It seems that a group of criminals have joined up to form an organization that’s main goal is to destroy all of mankind. This group is called We Who Want or W.W.W for short, the leader is unknown who out of the many people that are in the group. Some people suspect a member called Lucas Moore to be the leader though this is not proven.” The male reporter said.
Errol crossed his legs and started to listen to the main story on Channel 75 News. By the time the broadcast was over, Jordy and mom were home. “Hey, Thomas and Errol!” Jordy shouted. Now. Jordy had a small habit of shouting when he talks. “Hey, Jordy.” Thomas responded as he stared at the TV, looking for a show to watch. Errol waved at Jordy with a smile on his face. It was a fake smile. “Jordy, will you ever stop with your habit of yelling? I didn’t want to wake up at this time.” A tall, slender and young looking man entered the room. His hair was blonde and his eyes were in-between being blue and purple, making them indigo. It was dad. “Sorry dad.” Jordy muttered. “That’s okay. I am quite sleepy but that doesn’t matter.” Dad said as he ruffled Jordy’s chocolate brown hair. His eyes darted to Errol. “When did you wake up?” He asked. Errol showed him the notepad. “At 7:59 AM, Joey.” It read. “Could you not call by my first name? Call me dad.” He exclaimed with his hands on his hips. “But I like to call you Joey.” The next reply said. “Well, you can’t call me that anymore. You need to address me as Papa, Pops, or Dad now.” He said slowly so he could understand. “Okay……...Joey.” Errol grinned. Dad had his arm crossed now. “Fine, you can call me Joey.” He said.