The Devil Beside Me.

Prince of Hell

Son, today is a very special day.

What do you mean, Father?

I didn't tell you? Today is your coronation as the official Prince.

Official Prince? Haven't I always been the Prince?

Well, yes and no. Being my son gives you the undisputed right to the throne. However, becoming the Prince is a completely different story.

You mean I have to prove myself worthy of becoming your successor?

That is one way to put it.

Is this because of Lilith? She says I'm unfit of being the King because I'm nice?

Lilith might be part of the reason but only a tiny one. Mostly, you are just proving yourself to me. I need to know that hell will be in good hands.

You make it sound as if you are going to die.

Death can never take me. I am immortal. However, ruling hell forever has never been my plan.

What is your plan?

The answer to that is not going to help you prove yourself, boy. Concern yourself with only what matters.

So, what do I have to do?

Thought you will never ask.

Draco inhaled deeply. The roar all around him was deafening. His eyes closed, he could almost taste the foul hunger of those surrounding him; to see him fail. It was at that moment that Draco realized along all those years existing, he managed to become the most hated creature in Hell. Being hated in hell? Oh, the irony. He tched. He hated the overflowing hypocrisy, he hated the gullible demons, he hated the man sitting on the throne, looking at him smugly and how he hated the child beside that man, white dress, pale complexion with rosy cheeks, epitome of innocence. But when she smiles, it was almost impossible to hide the twisted soul that shines through. Her eyes, sky blue; has a forbidding aura to it. No matter which body Lilith possesses, her aura overwhelms and engulfs all those in close proximity. You can't expect anything less of the first-born demon. She truly lived up to her name. Why she prefers dress up using children, Draco will never understand. Does she find innocence something nice to break? Or is it that she likes the illusion of having the one thing denied to her? Draco wished hell would literally becoming a burning inferno, consuming all and everything. A non-existing hell. Draco's lips pulled up slightly at that thought. The disappearance of everything. Everything finally becoming nothing. Sounds calming.

Lilith smiled at the sight before her. This was something she never expected. The son of her master, head bowed down, being jeered by every living (this is hardly considered living) and non-living (sometimes, it's just hard to differentiate the living from the barely existing) creatures. Her plans were already set in motion and not being hindered by her Master, was the most she had hoped for. But this, this sight, of a child so mighty, with his shoulders slumped, head down and teeth gritted in annoyance was truly the most beautiful sight she had ever laid her eyes on. This is what heaven must feel like at all times. If I can achieve what heaven can offer in Hell, then Heaven is useless; after all. Everything was going according to her plan. Even if some things weren't, they were still favorable to her. Sometimes, Lilith was jealous. Of her Master, of her Fate. Nothing wrong being the very first demon but she caught herself wondering if she was weak. That among all those suffering in hell, going through the same torture she was or even worse, and she was the first to break. Sometimes, she wondered if she always wanted to give up her humanity. If she was desperate enough to throw away the one thing that gave meaning to her existence all those hundreds of years ago. If yes, what made her despise herself, her humanity so much? What was she running away from? These questions with answers long forgotten kept her seething with fury. Lilith found a solution. A crappy one, but a solution nonetheless. If she keeps breaking souls, until Hell is only crawling with demons; then no one can ever dare think that she was the only one that broke. The very thought made her skin crawl with pure excitement. Her Master was an archangel, rumored to be the most beautiful; even more so than his brothers. She wondered if he really was God's favorite? If God is perfection, then why is his creations all so flawed? Why create anything less then perfection itself? By creating something inferior to yourself, was God trying to boost his own ego? Creating angels that love him so much to a point of banishment for refusing to love another (In the case of her very own Master) and humans (Who fight to prove their devotion to Him by destroying everything else). Why these needless proclamation of love and devotion? Is God that conceited that his best creations were created solely to love him? Any artist will strive to create something better than himself. It's his pride. So, what is God? Sometimes, she wonders who is the bigger evil? Her Master who openly coaxes humans to the dark side or God, whose very name drives the very same pious humans to commit unbelievable atrocities. She wonders if her Master has the same thoughts? If he feels betrayed by the very person he trusted? What kind of angel her Master was? How much he has changed since then? Lilith thinks. A lot. Nonstop. It's tiresome. Lilith used to be Master's favorite. Till he came along. How? Where? Why? Again, more questions with no answers. Draco. The one existence that changed her life. Definitely not human. Definitely not angel. Doesn't feel like a demon either. So, what was he?? My son, the Devil answered. The one word, okay, two words, that changed her life forever.The gifted child who never had to work for his title. Even more incredulous, was the fact that the child had no shred of evil in him. He was just and never took pleasure in another's pain. He became, just because, he is! Lilith was happy. She figured the Devil will disown his son, but no. Instead, the Devil gifted the boy with a toy of his own which Draco is actually fond of. Lilith could be physically sick! She hated Draco with every fiber of her being. She vowed to crush the child and take the throne, forcefully.