Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [13]

The large black doors opened into a dark hallway, dark brown carpet lay on the floor and blood red curtains draped on the walls. It wasn’t quiet how Damien had imagined it, but then again he imagined pits of fire and little sprites jabbing people with pitchforks.

Sylvia began walking down the hall, Damien followed her. There were paintings on the walls with a two meter interval in between them. They all looked alike. The same dark hair. The same piercing yellow eyes.

“The Underworld has had many rulers. When a new one takes the throne their first name is lost and they are only known as Lucifer, their family name. The Lucifer line is a long and bloody one.” Sylvia explained, her eyes set a head of her. Damien guessed that she had seen the paintings too many times to count, and if she didn’t have to look at them - she wouldn’t. They neared the end of the long hall, and one painting caught Damien’s eye. It was of a teenage girl, her dark green hair was long and covered one eye.

“Mother...” Damien muttered.

“She is the only one from the Lucifer line to run away from her duties and live amongst the humans. Well, the only one to survive. I think Lucifer let her go because she is a female, they aren’t allowed to take the throne. They’re used as political chess pieces. Since she had already mated before she was caught, she was seen as useless.”

“Mated and pregnant,” Damien corrected. “How come there isn’t a painting of Igneil? Mom’s is the last one, and she was younger then him.”

“Lucifer had Igneil’s painting taken down from the family line because he was a disgrace. His painting is in Iris’ room.”

“What will Lucifer do, now that he doesn’t have a descendant to take his throne?”

“You don’t know anything,” Sylvia sighed. “Iris and Igneil aren’t his children. They’re pieces of Lucifer’s soul that he has given life and a mind of their own to. It’s to keep the line pure of any other demon blood. If Lucifer can feel his life fading, he will simply use the last of his soul to make a new descendant to take his place. Why do you think all the member’s of the Lucifer line look the same? They’re all originally from the same person.”

Damien wanted to be shocked, but something else had caught his eye. A few paintings back was a painting of a young man. His dark hair was styled neatly and his yellow eyes were soft. He wore a soft smile on his lips. The name under the painting read ‘Muerte Lucifer.’

“Muerte is my Mother’s middle name,” Damien muttered, then realisation dawned on him. His eyes widened. “No...then that means-”

“That is the current ruler of the Underworld,” Sylvia said. “Surprising, I know.”

“If that’s what he looks like, then why do different people see him as different things?”

“Once a Lucifer takes on the throne, his true form is taken along with his name. Because of all the ideologies about Lucifer, every human that believes something different sees something different. It’s just how it’s always been.”

“Sounds like becoming the ruler of the underworld isn’t as fun as it’s made out to be.”

“It’s nothing like it’s made out to be. It’s the worst thing to happen to a person, but Lucifer is changed is changed when he becomes ruler. Muerte used to be such a lovely person, but when he became ruler he craved destruction and blood. That’s why you never want to make a treaty with the devil,” Sylvia said, her eyes were sharp and harsh. Damien rested his hand on her shoulder and she shook her head, as if trying to get rid of the emotions running through her mind. “Come on, we take a right here. The grand hall is to the left so we’d better not linger much longer.”