The Devil and His Son

precedented was occurring. The sky, a constant swirl of fire and smoke, seemed to pause as if holding its breath. Deep within the infernal palace, hid

hadows and flames,

l's rulers. The offspring of the Devil and a mortal woman, Lucien was a creature of two worlds, his very existence a violation of the natural

e affection. Yet beneath that veneer of fatherly pride, there was a deep, gnawing fear. Lucien's potential was immense, perh

flared violently, reacting to his untrained power. The Devil's hand hovered ove

oundations of Hell. "My son. My heir. You will be the one to reshape the wo

ty and strength, had given him a humanity that was alien to Hell. The Devil had kept her hidden, a secret from the other demons, and now

was weakness, and Lucien would have none of it. He would mold the boy into

en manipulate the minds of lesser demons. The denizens of Hell spoke of him in hushed tones, both in awe and in fear. Some saw him as a savior, a figure wh

, exploring its endless labyrinths, seeking out the secrets hidden within its walls. One day, during one of his explorations,

as small and dimly lit, with walls lined with strange artifacts. But what caught his attention was a large mirror standing at t

tiful, her features delicate and serene. Lucien felt a strange warmth in his chest, something he had ne

whispered, his voice e

sadness. Lucien reached out to touch the mirror, but as his fingers brus

ing in his mind. He didn't understand the emotions that had stirred within him

en's heart, setting him on a path that would ch