After growing up in Hell for many years, you were now 12. Thus, your father decided to take you and your siblings out to Earth to see humanity and their land. You and your family were of a royal bloodline, in a higher status than most lesser demons in Hell. This arrangement of visiting Earth was agreed upon with the angels of Heaven. The goddess of lightning, Ei, and her son, a young archangel named Scaramouche, were to join you and your siblings on your visit to Earth.

If only that went as simply and easily as it was described.

You were young, yes. And so, you wandered off to the small forest after seeing a beautiful patch of grass in the distance. These forests were nothing like what they're like in Hell, so it captured your attention. With the mindset of being able to find your way back later, you decided to wander into the forest.

Your nimble, gloved hands reached out for a handful of flowers, and took them, analyzing it with a keen eye. Suddenly, you heard the rustling of the bushes near you and the crunching of grass.

A boy your age, with twilight hair that matched his eyes, and unnaturally pale skin, glowing like that of an angel. You observed a faint halo behind his head, and you backed away. Father and Mother told you to be careful of strangers.

The boy backed away too, and took out his...stick...(?) that was bathed in golden light, and pointed it at you.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you...a demon?"

The boy asked, seemingly taking in your presence as a demon offensively.