Reputation and Doubt

Chapter 1

Hell is what you would imagine it to be; fire blazing around every corner, cries of forgotten spirits echoing in the abyss, sinners sentenced to impossible tasks in order to be forgiven and the overpowering leader in his stride.  To any human this is your fear but alas to any demon you may come across, this was paradise.

Far down in the abyss lies an obsidian mansion, scorched by the lava running down its sides. In each corner of the mansion's layout there is a set of towers dominating the atmosphere, continuously being circled by blood-spitting bats. In one of the looming towers there's a bedroom unlike any other, it's enough to make you blood run cold. Porcelain dolls shattered on the floor; poison filled medicine bottles labelled on top of a weakening shelf, books on black magic scattered around the room and curtains that blocked out any outside light, leaving you in completed darkness. This room belonged to one unique girl indeed, the daughter of Lucifer, Daeva.

Daeva possesses midnight black locks reaching her shoulders, pale skin like snow, perfect facial structure like a statue and glowing golden eyes that could stare into your soul. She had the underworld at her feet, feared by all and those who dared to cross her, well those are the ones who cry in the abyss.

Gazing deeply into the lava guises, Daeva heard a pounding footsteps zooming up the cobbled staircase leading to her room. Sharply, she turned her body towards the door which flew open to present her deviant father at the entrance.
"Daeva, meeting at once come to the lounge at once we need to talk." And with that he slammed the door and rushed down the spiral stairs. Lucifer did speak in such a voice that your whole body would freeze, but by now Daeva knew when her father was mad. This time he seemed tense like there was a problem. Sighing deeply, Daeva gathered her courage and trudged down the spiral staircase in her tower to go to the suspicious meeting.

The halls in the obsidian prison were huge, filled with weapons like daggers and stakes. Also there were portraits of the Satan bloodline, her father was the fifth Satan and Daeva would be the sixth in good time. She observed the paintings of her ancestors as she walked by; Anti-Christ, Devil, Fraudist, Venom and her farther Lucifer. They had their history to their name and reign, she has a lot to live up to if she wants a place in the hall. 'Father still insists on getting my portrait done for that empty space' sighed the devil child. When she snapped out of her daze Daeva realised she was at the lounges double doors, she took a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open.