Your Father was reffered as Satan, the King of Hell. He was bowed upon Hell's occupiants and the people below him, you are just a child but you were also treated with a lot of respect since you were the son of Lucifer. The Prince of Hell was your title and you loved having the power of the large but devilish Hell landscape, sinners live in Hell for being evil in Earth and you get to boss them around and if they fought back they were punished horribly and thrown to the dogs guarding the gates of Hell.

One day you sat in your room in the Dark Castle that was a big sight to see in Hell. Your Father Lucifer enters the room and looks at you with a evil but fatherly smile as always. He touches your horns and brushed you hair out of you face.

"Hello my little Demon spawn." Lucifer says.