There might be triggers to some on this chapter.
*Thomas POV*
I lost my temper completely. I will not be mad as a laughingstock to my son or anyone else. I stomped over to my desk drawer and pulled out my small knife. I have one other demon I can contact who will help me. He is powerful, but he owes me a favor. Yes! You heard me right, a big and powerful demon owes Thomas f*****g McMillan a favor. I walk over to the middle of the room and sit in the middle of the floor and gulp inwardly, because calling in this favor will be irreversible. I raise my knife and slice my forearm. "Oh great and powerful Drazon, I summon you with my blood and seek your help. I ask with great respect and honor for the favor you owe me. Please come to me Drazon." I chant slowly as I let my blood drip slowly to
