The Son of Lucifer

Prologue

Down in the depths of Hell. . .

The ever constant ash swirled around Lucifer's feet as he calmly strolled through his kingdom and he wondered how much longer he would have to wait. His son was becoming quite the young man. . . He had watched his son grow up into quite a rebellious teenager and now could see how much resemblance there was between them both. Should he go up to him and see if he was ready? He debated this with himself as he paced before his throne and finally spoke to a demon who had come to stand before him, "Find out where my son is currently staying and come back to me with the location. I want to visit him and see how he is."

With a soft "hissing" sound, the demon spread its leathery wings before springing into the ash filled air and vanishing moments later to go to Earth.

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Azriel's POV

Am I embarrassed that my name, Azriel,  is an angelic name? Not in the slightest because my name means "God Helps"; however, little did I know that my life would soon be turned upside down and I would also learn that my name wouldn't do me much good where I was going. . .

I was awoken at the ungodly hour of 5:30am that Monday by my annoying alarm clock for High School and I didn't want to leave my comfortable bed; however, my alarm wouldn't turn itself off and I had to get up to turn it off.

Looking in my bathroom mirror, I noticed that my feathery, ebony hair was sticking up all over the place and I looked like I hadn't slept at all. This was a normal occurrence since I would stay up way too late studying or reading many of my fantasy books. I stepped into the shower to clean myself up a bit and when I exited I looked a little better.

My body type could be described as lean and I would consider myself to be well muscled also but, of course, some just consider me scrawny. I get my Greek/Roman god-like looks, consisting of beautifully tanned skin, dark hair, and stormy grey-blue eyes, from my father's side of the family. . . or that's what my mother keeps on telling me.

She didn't mention my father too much and she didn't sound too happy when she did. I gathered that he had fallen in love with my mother when she was in the city of Rome and that they had been married there also. They came back to the States and that was when my father just vanished a few months after I was born. . . Sure, he left my mother with a mansion and all the money she'd ever need; however, she always said that it was my father that brought her all the happiness she needed.

I adorned a white t-shirt that had black angel wings on the back, some torn up blue jeans, and my favorite pair of combat boots to finish the look. It took a few moments to comb my hair and jell it just the right way but, when I was finished, I thought I looked better than the Devil himself. Yes, I already look quite devilish so why not accentuate it?

My footsteps echoed through the lonely halls as I headed towards the main entrance of our mansion so I could go to school but, before I could lay a hand on the handle, the doors exploded off the hinges and I went flying backwards. It took a moment for me to regain my bearings after slamming into the marble wall and when I did, I almost wished I had blacked out instead.

Before me stood the most hideous looking creature you could ever imagine in your wildest nightmares. Its skin was peeling off of its bones because of the maggots wriggling around within the muscle tissue and I lost all desire for food when it fixed its eyeless gaze on me. The scream froze in my throat as my mother suddenly appeared out of nowhere and yelled, "Begone! You're not welcome in this place!"

The creature's mouth parted slightly and I could make out actual words spilling from its scared lips, ". . . Master's. . . Son. . . Found. . . Finally. . ." It then left in a puff of foul smelling powder and left no trace of its presence other than a single, black feather that floated over to rest in front of my feet.

"Mom? Is there something you'd like to tell me now or later?"

My mother turns to me slowly and her eyes are filled with silent fear, "Your father is coming for a visit. Get dressed in the tuxedo I got you the other day. Hurry!"

I guess I'm not going to school today.

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Author's Note

Hello readers! This is a new story and I'm liking the feel of it since I started watching the t.v. show Lucifer. I hope you all enjoy this and your feedback is greatly appreciated!