Millions of years ago you were created. A demon from Hell, one of the few top dogs. You finished wars and murdered many for Satan your father. You weren’t very known throughout the human realm therefore you were never summoned or messed with or even put on earth.

Till today, you were chilling on your throne filling out some papers for your father and then woosh you appeared in a room, it like really mortal like. A teenage boy sat there in a stunned silence sitting on the ground with a book in his lap. You looked down to see you were standing over a ruin of chaos and justice which was your symbol.