The Demon From Down Under.

Prologue

Today is my third birthday. For the last three years I have been learning how to walk talk and everything else, normal baby stuff. The only problem is, I'm not a normal baby nor and I human. I am what most people call a demon. Son of the great king of hell, lucifer himself. You see it takes alot of work to get as high as he did considering he has been ruling hell for centuries on end. Oh by the way I'm dante the prince of hell. I'm down here all by myself besides my older sister who likes to show everyone how old she is (she is 5 thinking she is going on 15). So back to my birthday all was going good until Jonathan and Matthew showed up. Then all hell broke loose, figurativly of course. You see Jonathan and Matthew are heaven royalty or they were until they got exiled and thrown out of the kingdom by their father and my uncle, god. The relationship between my father and theirs is that they aren't blood related. Lucien used to be his top angel who would guard heaven from any and all occurrences that tried to thwart them. Until he fucked up and fell from heaven, now here he is being king of hell the once force he used to destroy, ironic right. Jonathan and Matthew they came down here to tell my father about their sister talia who now is the heir of the throne for heaven, seem like if she is gone from the picture we can take heaven over and be ruler of the whole world, you know bad guy stuff. Starting here I am eight years old.