I'm so sorry this took so long!

Your father is dead. Bob. Velseb. He died years ago, and in that time you still hadn't been able to rid your mouth of the bitter tang of mixed grief and wrath to rival Lucifer's. So you vowed it to yourself. You were going to make your father proud. You were going to walk yourself tall and confident down, down, down farther than even the underworld itself, right into his arms and he was going to say you were proud. You were going to be Velseb Jr. You were going to carry on his legacy.

Years. It had been years. And the cult had finally done it. The day that Velseb died, his carcass was recovered. The cops never found it, but he had never come back. ... He was alive. The cult had done something - prayed hard enough, maybe, maybe it was black magic, or maybe some freak of science zombie operations. Nobody knows. But he was back. And, coincidentally, on the day you were scheduled to be interrogated for the murder of multiple men.

"Kid- We don't have time for this!" The gruffer, curly-haired police officer said in exasperation, throwing his hands up and walking in a small circle. The other officer pinched the bridge of his nose, slamming the heel of his palm down on the table. "I'm going to ask you again." He started. "What do you know about the murder of Susie Wonder." The other one returned to the table, smoking. He was less than professional in this setting. .... Through the one-way window they didn't see the familiar devil man. Watching. Waiting. This isn't the cop's stories. It's his. It's yours. Velseb's breath fogged the one-sided glass from outside the room. Soon enough, he was going to have those men's head at your feet.