"Mr. James is our best guardian, and also a Catholic. Thanks to him, you will get back on track" said the director of the facility where I was forced to stay.

"Don't listen to him" said a voice in my head, that is, the voice of my father, the ruler of hell, Hades.

"Yes, I swear by God to bring the boy back to the right path, the path to heaven and God" said Mr. James, who was standing next to me.

"Mercy, my son won't live with such a loser" said a voice in my head, it was my father.