CHAPTER 3: CHRISTIAN

Over the torturous years I met people like me and in their own way they saved me from, hell. We might not be like dogs in the forms of loyalty but the equivalent of demons when you mess with our own. Technically we are not of blood and can stand to betray each other, voluntarily living in a mansion secluded far from a world being destroyed by barbarians. Most would consider demons revolting and despicable scum but in the contrary not all demons are repulsive.

I am what they call the price of hell who declined the job of torturing tormented souls of hell and escaped the grasping hands that wanted him dead. Ironic how the good wants blood and bad desires punishments for the unjust done on earth. I am neither good nor am I paralyzed by the forces of evil nor do I wish to be trapped in a world at a brink of self-destruction. Although the benefits of being prince was loyalty and vampires and demons devote, they servitude for they desire. Like father like son, I give or grant wishes for a price, souls just don't call me the devil.

My father is not bad as people shunned him to be. He merely wished to prove a point, even the greatest creation is tainted and that he did not have to persuade anyone's decisions. Lucifer Morningstar grants people their desires, I learnt my father offered a beautiful woman a forbidden fruit and her curiosity, lust and compliance damned humanity. His father was cussed out, and all those who believed in him and yet to decide between the rules of paradise or a fall of eternal damnation. For thousands of years they lived amongst the precious creation, studying how gullible, self-fish and greedy they are.

Many would disagree but even the devil had a heart, susceptible to love and the force of destroying the bad perishing it to hell. Although all the angels spat at his name and continued with his mission, to prove to his father, humanity has a price. My mother angel Alexandria, she the goddess of truth and fire of light. Judgement day she stood beside her father helping his creation to obtain the salvation of special grace. She believed without question, pure beauty that fell in love with a fallen. Even though angelic blood flows in my veins I am my father's child and an abomination by nature.

Although none could betray me, I made a personal vow to protect them like family. A colony of vampires stalked in. Donavan a friend who was forced to fight in wars mankind implemented in arm with his fated Chiara a red headed Dynamite. A succubus to be specific although Donavan helped her through the pits of her urges and nature. Nodding a greeting they sat on the stairs the connection a slight dagger.

Aibek and Loralei entered sitting opposite him I swear he is immune to her constant chatter. Aibek is a powerful demon and ultimately supreme under the shadow of the white moon, his facial expression neutral as I pitted the fool. A brute and the epiphany of joy and endless energy. Her being a siren, the closest thing to destruction. For the love of their fates, how they met is beyond me. After a nod of acknowledgment, she continued speaking about god know what.

Chuckling I sat back drinking the liquid of legends when Raven popped in, her black leather feathers flapping as her as she circled her fated Alden. The Raven shifted back into her human form and his dear wise friend wrapped his arm around her waist. He is a vampire and she one cursed to black magic, his gift in speed and patience allowed him to bait and claim the little birdie.

I will at last find my fated one destined to me by destiny to restore balance in the looming darkness of my being. A link for eternity, life soon to be bound by magic.

There is one more story, one story that human folklore is blind to. A story I stumbled upon by hells misfortune, a war pending. In fact, infect of trepidation taints the air. Good verses bad was at odds and war threatened this plane and changes were hard to miss as death.

His wake began as he searched for his mother, instead the forbidden tree in Eden informed him of the pending war. It took him years to will and master his abilities and even longer to grow up and look for the beautiful angel. Stumbling through luscious green growth and perfect harmonious life. The trees is not like folklore, it was neither of wisdom nor did curses of temptation. In fact what man do not know make it impossible for them to venture the beauty of Eden.

Stepping through the hollow tree with an opening many supernaturals are blind to due to the protective wards around. Familiar wards, by a familiar witch one he at that time could not put his finger on but those wards did not prevent him from entering.

Finding the pool of despair he knelt down disturbing the water. Water erupting fifty shades of blue, little did he know the dark pool at that awakening was about to destroy his own. After a few minutes on bubbling and groaning, the pool rumbled as if awaken from a deep hibernation.

'You are a son of the most powerful demon, yet you do not rule besides the Morningstar?'

He only believes in his father's theory's regarding humanity but did not mean he would sell his soul to a man who is more demon than fallen. Allowing his subconscious to travel back the day he lost his family, his happiness. The day Lucifer got consumed by the darkness.

The nature he was cursed. Stole his light and reasons to believe in humanity. Now the man he considered his father was no longer collected but enraged with the gods, simply encouraging man to go through with their most selfish, cruel and darkest desire. Again his father is not one to compel and force injustice, simply proving preaching can never stand desire. That's at least is the reason to his punishment and damned soul.

"How do I find my mother?"

Diving straight to the point, leaves no room for miscommunication and as expected they went straight to the matter burning at hand. Forced to answer the pool rumbled once more before a blue light shown.

'Ah. The angel. You are yet to serve either good or evil, although I can smell you are baptised this should be impossible. Hmm who holds your devotion?'

Damn the pool was persistent with is curiosity and failed on answer one question. Pissed he had to ease the pools curiosity as payment before having the decency to answer his question.

"As you can see I do not serve any, not one neither of light nor darkness. I am an abomination bond to rot in this plane or watch the plane crumble before my eyes."

At that point in time Christian was young and furious at the world. Granting favors definitely established his own empire, he barely needed to work. He would have never considered himself a hero if one was to write a book, and no good or bad would prevent his rise to greatness.

'I am not one to predict the future but at one hand, you are a prince, another an abomination. As a war brawls as the universe awaits your decision, immortality a gift from the light and endless power form the restraint's potential.'

He knew how natives would preserve a man talking to the water. War? He care little about the disagreements between pride and vanity all he cares about was his mother.

"I have lived seventy eight years, time has no interest in either aging or laying me to rest. The power I poses is greater than many angels and fallen alike, I have come for answers not an invitation to be part of a war. I am neither dark nor light, to my existence I am a forsaken!"

As a fledgling of confusion, anger hardened his resolve and like a petulant typical teenager stomped away. Away from the Garden of Eden, away from expectation, responsibility and immortal problems. Leaving without answer but a waterfall of frustration I cussed the sanctuary to the gutters.