War happened with Hell and Heaven, it was a gruesome and horrifying site but you were just a little child, a little angel to be exact and didn't understand all the brutality happening. You were surprised when your family was murdered in the clamity of the war but while you sat in the wreckage of dead bodies with your halo and angel wings bright.

Someone picked you up, the Demon King. He looks at you with a fatherly smile and he carries you to hell, he wants to raise a little angel so he continues walking.

"Your such a cute little bright star." The Demon King says as he strokes your hair.