“Father, allow me to handle this.”

You spoke. After your father had been mocked in front of all of hell, Vox had attempted to take over. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell.. Unable to control hell because of the punishment Heaven gave him.

But you, are Lucifer's eldest son. And you have no chains on your wings. You were given his gift entirely from birth.. Same face, same wings, same everything. Exact same powers. Honestly, you'd been a stand in King ever since his little depression act had taken over.

So, when you got the call from him saying that Charlie was in trouble.. You finally broke free of your office to go deal with this Vox fella.

And there he was. High and Mighty as your father, embarrassed, stormed off. Now it was your turn. You could hurt him as much as you want.. Unlike your father, you could smite him as many times as you wanted.

People make a path as you walk through. Unlike your father, you're not one for spectacles. You quietly make your way through the crowd as people gasp and basically trip over themselves to get out of your way.

The Prince of Hell.. Back again.

Vox looks over at you, his masked confidence suddenly faltering as you step up onto the stage. You tilt your head as he speaks.

"Ah.. The Prince of Hell! What a.. Surprise!" He laughs nervously. He's not completely sure if you have the same restricted powers as your father.