"People don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusion destroyed."

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Roshan decided to wait for his son in his room. He needed to talk to him. He didn't know whether to be the tough father now or the friendly one. He would have to wait and see when Zarin arrived.

After a few hours, Zarin finally materialized in his room. His eyes widened in shock when he found his father waiting.

"Father?"

Roshan who was almost falling asleep forced himself to wake up.

"Zarin."

Zarin ran his fingers through his hair, knowing very well why Roshan was there.

"You are very late and you missed dinner." Roshan pointed.

Zarin sighed. "I know, father. It won't happen again." It was his most used line.

Roshan wanted to point out that he had said so plenty of times before, but decided to try something else.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

Walking to his bed, Zarin sat down. "I was out with friends."

"You know we spoke about the friends th…"

"I know. I know:" Zarin cut off annoyed. "Father, I am really tired. Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"No, we can't. If you hate to talk about this, you should change your ways."

Suddenly Zarin stood up. His hands clenched into fists at the sides of his body. Roshan watched him carefully as his eyes hardened with anger. He was still angry.

"Father, I have endured enough. I am tired of you and mother telling me what to do all the time. I want to go my own way now."

Roshan frowned. What did that mean?

"What do you mean?" He asked, standing up.

Zarin avoided to meet his gaze. "I want to leave this house."

Roshan felt his heart sink and his chest felt heavy.

"You want to leave because I tell you what to do?"

"What is happening?" Klara was suddenly standing at the door.

Zarin lifted his gaze, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at his mother.

"Our son want's leaving." Roshan said calmly. "He wants to leave this house."

Klara walked into the room, her gaze focused on her son. "You already do leave the house. Or do you mean you want to leave this family?"

Closing his eyes, Zarin unclenched his fists and then taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

He looked at his mother. "Mother. I feel like I don't belong here."

Pain swirled in Klara's eyes. "This is your home, Zarin. You belong here."

Tearing away his gaze from her pained eyes, he shook his head. "Please mother, let me go."

Klara bit her lip, fighting back the tears. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

He shook his head again. "You are wonderful, mother. I love you. I just...taking responsibility, learning, and being good is not who I am."

His eyes went from being sad to lighting up. It was as if he was seeing a dream when he began to speak again. "I want to be free. I want to be somewhere where I can live the way I want and feel the way I feel without feeling guilty about it. I want to live on my own terms, mother. I am not a child anymore."

Roshan felt as if someone punched him in the stomach and his Klara's eyes turned from pained to confused.

But Roshan wasn't confused. He knew where this was going. Without throwing his son out, he had already sought the devil.

"You went to Lucifer." It came out as a whisper.

Zarin's eyes widened, but only for a brief moment. "Yes. He will help me win Heaven."

Klara was shocked. "You went to the devil to win Heaven? You put her in danger." She said now sounding angry.

"She is already in danger now, but none of you understand. It is her grandfather. He won't harm her." Zarin spoke, raising his voice.

Roshan was in a state of shock. His son knew the devil wanted Heaven to rule one of his kingdoms, yet he went to him.

"You think the devil will save her, and then give her to you? She is a human being, Zarin!" Roshan pointed, both angry and ashamed of his son's actions.

Klara grabbed her hair as if tearing it out. Roshan could see she was completely at a loss of words.

"Zarin listen to me carefully. Heaven's grandfather is trying to take her away from her family, so she helps him rule in his kingdom. He is not the one to help her." Klara explained carefully.

"Maybe he is. The humans are making her go through so much because she is a female. Her grandfather is only trying to help. She can rule somewhere where she is accepted."

"That is what he wants you to believe."

"No mother. I don't want to argue with you. He is the only one willing to help, and he actually accepts me for who I am."

"And who are you?" Roshan asked.

Zarin turned and looked at his father. "I am your son, father. But I am not like you or like mother. I don't belong here. I found my home and I am leaving." He said with finality. He had already made up his mind.

Roshan couldn't force him to stay, and if talking didn't help before, it certainly wouldn't now.

"So you will go to the devil? Is that where you belong?" Klara asked.

"Yes, mother." This time there was no guilt or shame in his eyes. "I am sorry."

"If you are sorry don't leave." Tears filled her eyes, threatening to fall down.

Roshan was utterly disappointed. He went and put his arm around his wife, whose tears started to fall down her cheeks. Then turned to his son and gave him a hard look.

"Me and your mother have wanted nothing but your best. It is a shame you can't see that, but one day you will remember our words. The path you are on is wrong and me and your mother don't approve of it. I really hope you think through this and choose to do the right thing."

They looked at each other for a long time before Zarin spoke. "I have already decided father. I am leaving."

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