I was born as a demon. But not like any demon. I am Lucifer, the son of Satan. And from the outside you could say that I had an easy childhood, but that's not the case. My father locked my mother in a place where I could never see her. And well my father wasn't the best either. Abuse, beatings, threats, etc. But I honestly didn't give a shit about him and his dealings.

My father sent me to a school for angels and demons. Even though in that school there were also 'neutrals' (humans who died and were sent to the school of angels and demons, but are still neither of the two), these species, or if you can call them that, I was raised to hate them , since they were nothing more than lucky mortals.

It was a boring day like every day at school. It was the only free time I had to read or do whatever I wanted. And yes, I was reading. But a stupid neutral throws the book at me when she trips.

I looked at her with a cold, almost emotionless gaze, although there was also some contempt in it.

“Are you blind?” I asked with a dry tone, as I usually was, although if you paid more attention you would notice the "disgust" in my tone.