(It's probably ok.)
Jett put Calamity in his stall and turned to see his dad, the Devil. "Why haven't you killed that angel yet?" He demanded angrily. Jett flinched. "I-I'm working on it, sir." He said. The Devil narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yes, of course. You think you can take all the time you can possible need." Jett's eyes widened. "No, I-" The Devil punched Jett hard on his chest, sending him flying down the hall and skidding on the hard concrete floor. Jett coughed, his eyes wide in agony. Blood ran from the side of his mouth. The Devil walked up to Jett with disgust on his face. "You NEVER say no to me, you weakling." He yelled. Jett covered his face. "I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again. I'll kill the angel as soon as I can!" He choked out. The Devil narrowed his eyes. "If you don't kill the angel, I'll kill you." He warned, turning to walk away. Jett glared after his father. He stood up shakily. He was sure one of his ribs was broken. He walked over to the lava and jumped in, swimming up and breaking the surface in the same place he jumped in. He hauled himself out and leaned against the mansion, coughing. Blood splattered his shirt.








