The Devil's Son

Chapter 1

Lucifer stood before his father, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his dark cloak. The grand hall of their infernal abode flickered with the orange glow of eternal flame, casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. Satan, adorned in regal black robes, regarded his son with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Father," Lucifer began tentatively, "I've been thinking..."

Satan raised an eyebrow, a subtle gesture that encouraged Lucifer to continue.

"I want to experience life in the human world," Lucifer said, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest. "I want to go to school."

The words hung in the air, heavy with implications. Satan's crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he considered his son's request. For centuries, Lucifer had been his constant companion, raised in the depths of the underworld, shielded from the complexities of mortal existence. Yet, despite their infernal heritage, Lucifer had always possessed a curiosity that transcended the confines of their dark realm.

"Why now, my son?" Satan asked, his deep voice resonating through the hall.

Lucifer met his father's gaze with determination. "I want to understand humans," he said earnestly. "To learn their ways, their dreams. School is where they gather, where they learn and grow. I want to grow too."

Satan pondered his son's words. The bond between them was unbreakable, forged not just by blood but by love - a love that defied the darkness that surrounded them. Finally, he nodded, a faint smile touching his lips.

"Very well, Lucifer," Satan said, his voice softening. "We will go to the human world. But remember, my son, you are of infernal lineage. You must tread carefully among mortals."

Lucifer's heart swelled with gratitude as he bowed his head in acknowledgment. His father had always protected him, cherished him. Now, as they prepared to journey to the surface, Lucifer felt a surge of anticipation mingled with trepidation. The human world awaited, a realm of uncertainty and possibility.

As Lucifer bowed his head in gratitude, a subtle movement near the towering obsidian pillars caught his attention. Out from the shadows emerged Rhydian, clad in armor adorned with intricate runes that shimmered faintly in the flickering light. His presence was as imposing as it was reassuring, a steadfast guardian who had stood by Lucifer's side since his earliest days.

"Sire," Rhydian's voice resonated with unwavering loyalty as he addressed Satan, "I shall accompany Lucifer to ensure his safety in the human realm."

Satan nodded approvingly, acknowledging Rhydian's pledge with a solemn inclination of his head. "Your vigilance is invaluable, Rhydian," he said, his tone conveying both gratitude and authority. "Guard my son well."

Rhydian bowed in acknowledgment, his expression impassive yet filled with a quiet resolve.

Turning his attention back to Lucifer, Satan spoke again, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom and power. "Spain," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a faint ember-like glow, "shall be our destination. Its vibrant culture, its passionate people-these shall provide a fitting backdrop for your education, Lucifer."

Lucifer's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Spain, with its rich history and lively spirit, seemed worlds away from the darkness of their infernal abode. Yet, he trusted his father's judgment implicitly.

As Satan began to make the necessary arrangements for their journey to the surface, Lucifer exchanged a glance with Rhydian, silently grateful for the steadfast guardian who would accompany him into this unknown realm.

Three days passed in a flurry of preparation within the depths of their infernal abode. Lucifer and Rhydian made final arrangements, gathering essentials and ensuring they were ready for their venture into the unknown. Meanwhile, Satan orchestrated their departure with meticulous care, his presence commanding respect as he oversaw every detail.