Hell, the central hub for sinners and a place we demons call home. Despite what humans believe Hell is not one massive pit of boiling death pits, though we certainly have a few of those. There are some really beautiful places down here, sounds weird coming from a demon but we appreciate beauty all the same. We have a King in Hell at all times, Satan. Back then I preferred to call him father.
It was the night of my mothers 7000th birthday.
It sounds old but when you consider the fact that the typical
demon can live for 10,000 years then it doesn't seem that
Her flowing white hair and young face had not seemed to age a day in my mere 499 years of life. On the topic of faces I cold see my own reflection on the surface of the crystal plate. White hair that reached the bottom of my neck and it was slightly spiked in random places with dark tints at the front. I don't make a habit of looking at myself but we're all a bit vain in the end. My father was a man who loved to throw massive banquets and celebrations, even the ruler of Hell needs his down time. I sat at the bottom of the top table, my seven elder brothers and parents all beside me. Various other clans and council members feasted at their own tables to commemorate my mother. Although I highly doubt most of them were there for reasons other than their own public image.
"Everyone! Although we have gathered here today to honour my beautiful wife there is one other topic that I must formally announce!" My mothers face seemed to sadden upon hearing his words. "I have sat upon this throne for a long time but like all of you I too will meet my end one day. Whether that be by battle or old age it will surely come. Thus it is my duty as the ruler of this realm and the head of the Leonheart clan to follow this realms age old tradition. Only one of my eight sons will eventually sit on the throne. However, it is not up to me to choose. To become the crowned prince of Hell they must either be chosen by all of their brothers or fight to become the last one standing, even if the result is death. This is how things have always been and always will be. As your father and ruler, I wish you all good luck."
After my fathers lengthy speech the rest of the banquet was taking over by talks of what was to come. I, Xerox, the 8th son of Satan and my seven elder brothers would be forced to persuade each other of our right to be king by any means necessary. Of course some of my brothers welcomed extreme tactics more easily than others. From that day on I would have to never let my guard down and be careful with who I chose to trust. However, I would not be taking a back seat. There was something I wanted and only the power of Satan would let me achieve it.
A few days later marked the end of my training in the ways of the scythe, my weapon of choice. For the past one hundred years I had trained with my master, Death.
"Xerox, there is no more I can teach you and the completion of your training could not have come any sooner." Death's face isn't always a faceless skull, when not in his demon form he looked like a middle aged old man trying his best to avoid a mid life crisis. The only hair on his pale head was in the form of a totally out of style goatee. However, he did wear a black cloak so earth stories are not completely false. I too wore a similar outfit to his except I had a few accessories here and there.
"Master, do you think I stand a chance?" I asked him fully aware that among my brothers I was in no way the strongest. There are three factors that have a heavy impact on a demons overall ability. First is if they have any magical talent. Any demon can have magical abilities but magical ability varies greatly from demon to demon. All demons have demonic power and demonic energy. Demonic energy determines how much you can use demonic abilities and demonic power changes the strength of your demonic abilities. Unfortunately I had the weakest demonic power and I didn't have much magical ability either. However, I did have the largest amount of demonic energy out all my brothers but when you took everything in to account I didn't have the strongest of chances.
"Well, all eight of you are sons of Satan and are all much stronger than average demons and each have your strengths and weaknesses. I know you regard your weak demonic power as a great downfall but your demonic energy is something the likes of which I have never seen before. Someone with strong demonic power but low energy will only be able to use their demonic abilities a few times in battle whereas you can use yours almost infinitely!"
"I'd prefer to avoid needless fighting if possible."
"I would like for that to happen also but we both know some of your brothers will be very excited at the chance to kill each other. Anyway, I have a gift for you." Death produce a scythe from thin air and handed it to me.
"This...this is an actual Death Scythe." By that I mean a scythe designed especially by my master.
"Yes and I even fitted the chain to go with your style of combat."
"Master, thank you for everything!"
Having a death Scythe in my possession gave me some comfort. I feared that I would have to make use of such a great weapon many times in the coming future. I hurried to the establishment owned by Cabal, the third eldest." He ran a very profitable shop named Cabal's Cuisine, though I can assure you that food was not on the menu. My brother Cabal was seen as Hells ultimate bachelor and thus he thought it appropriate to run a brothel of sorts. Now, don't go thinking I was in urgent need to make use of its services.
"Hey little bro! She's waiting inside!" Cabal paraded around in old western cowboy outfit. He was fairly tall and had black hair that came down just past his ears. Cabal had already made it known long before fathers announcement that he didn't even want to become the next King so I had nothing to fear from him. Though he couldn't exactly sit back and do nothing but he would do his best to avoid the conflict.
I weaved my way through the collective mass of demons on the ground floor of the four story building until I reached the staircase, recently refurbished. The black walls blended in perfectly with the girls, all wearing some form of dark clothing. Although whether what they were wearing actually performed the function of clothes is highly debatable. After reaching the top floor I came to my usual room. Behind the door, she was waiting.