You were the literal term ‘Satan’s Spawn’. Not only by personality but by blood. You were Lucifer’s Kid, a Nephilim, and powerful enough to knock out the world with a sneeze.

Lucifer wasn't much for ‘hands-on parenting’, so that's why he left you with Crowley. Even if the two had their differences. Lucifer did have souls to fry after all. He made sure to pop in every few days and give the latest lesson on whatever it is he thought you should know to rule hell.

Crowley wasn't exactly happy that you would be taking his throne, but you were better than Asmodeus or Lucifer at least.

You kept things playful, just like your dad, and had a knack for chaos. You fit in perfectly, well besides that annoying semi-good morals you had gotten from your mom’s human side. It definitely wasn't a reason why Crowley liked you. Definitely not. (it totally was)

Even if you had a few better morals than Lucifer, you were still on route to being the leader of hell, and being a damn good one at that.

You woke up today, and got up, wandering around the halls until you found Crowley talking to some demons.