The Rise and Fall of Clotho Lockheart

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Clotho's POV

Where I come from, names are not given nor chosen. They are received and determined. Not necessarily by ones strength or fate, but by a combination of the two. The Prophets are aware of the destiny each of our children is born with, which reveals their rank in our world, their tasks in life, and their future. Because of this, the Prophets are the ones who reveal our names, but only after we have taken our test. Though the Prophets know our results prior to the test, it is simply an act of revealing our path to everyone else.

Throughout our history, the Prophets have never been wrong about someone, or something's, path. They even knew of the pending junction of Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Anger, Sloth, and Greed to form the Seven Deadly sins. They know each of our children's destiny and the way to get there. Everyone's path is illuminated by hell's fire once they receive their name.

Everyone's.

Except for mine.

My path is unknown to even the Prophets of my world. When I took my test, and climbed the walls of the abyss, they had no prerequisite knowledge of how far I would climb. How long I could hold on. What gate I could open.

Each child born in Hell must take the test to become a ranked demon or demonic, as well as earn their name and destiny. At the age of 13, about 150 in human years, we climb the wall of the abyss, which leads to the gate separating Hell from Earth. Only a few have made it to the Gate, and an even fewer amount have actually been able to open the gate. It takes someone with an enormous demonic aura and raw brutality to open the Gate by themselves. So why, and how, could I open the gate?

My name is Clotho Lockheart. I was named after one of the Ancient Greek fates, who was known as the "spinner". She was the fate who spun the thread of life, creating a person's destiny. Since I had no destiny of my own, according to the Prophets, I was in charge of making my own. Treading a path for myself, so the name was deemed fitting.

Having being able to reach and open the Gate, I was given the choice whether to dwell on Earth or in Hell. Being immortal, and able to switch between worlds at anytime, I chose to stay in Hell. And that's exactly where I stayed for about 1000 years. During those years I went through a series of courses and tests to reveal the extent of my demonic aura and brutality. What was found would alter the path I had made for myself dramatically.

Being born to a lower rank demon, I was expected to have only been able to open the gate by pure will power.

Not true.

My raw strength matched, if not went above, that of the sons of Lucifer, and my demonic aura was as potent and pure as that of Lucifer himself.

In other words, I was strong. Very, very strong.

After discovering the depth of my abilities, I was taught by the highest ranking demons how to control them, and use them according to my will. the training lasted for about another 500 years, totaling my current age to exactly 1,659 years old, as I have spent the last nine years on Earth.

Being a demon on Earth, and one of the rarest and strongest ones at that, has certainly been no cake walk. But no amount training, no number of tests, and no light could help me walk my path from here on out. The only person that could would be the man have come to hate, and love most in this world.

The one person who could change me.

The one man who could get close to me.

My mate.