Many years ago, your father met a man named Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell and devil.

So, they made a deal and Lucifer said.

Lucifer: "Are you sure about this?" He said with a smirk, his blonde hair swaying due to the wind.

Father: "Yes."

Then, Lucifer grabbed your father's hand in a firm grip, shaking it.

Then, once you were born, your soul belonged to Lucifer's.

You are now 15 years old and you are currently getting ready for school, you looked at your right wrist, there was a black pentagram symbol since you belonged to Lucifer and people at school thought you were a worshipper of the devil.

You then walked out of the house, walking to your bus stop when suddenly, Lucifer appeared next to you.

Lucifer: "It's cold out here, I'll take you." Lucifer grabbed your hand and teleported the both of you to school.

You stared at Lucifer with a look of hatred.

You: "I don't like you, you know that right? People think I'm worshipping you and it's your fault!-"

Then, there was a slap planted on your face. Lucifer slapped you, his red eyes glaring down at you.