The Devil's son

Chapter one

From this day forward I Harry Styles will be known forever by one simple action.

Murder?

Rape?

No something much less significant yet impossible for anyone to accept

What I did today will define myself forever.

*1 year ago*

"Todays the day Harry. Do you think you're ready?" My dad asked.

"Yes I'm sure thank you so much. I've been waiting for this day for so long."

"Now go and serve me well for if not the deepest reign of hell shall come down on you."

"Yes father." I replied timidly.

When he said the deepest reign of hell shall come down on you he meant it. I mean he is the devil. My father lucifer, is beautiful and fearful, unlike the crap drawings of him with horns and a suit of all red. He created demons and hell its self. He is a legend not possible to forget. He sends people like me to go out and cast out good. Angels are sent to cast out evil, to make the world pure. They want to make a world of no hate and crime and punishment, a world without flaws.

My dad he's here to get what he wants. He wants no good where ever you may look darkness is cast over. You could say it's my dad's dream.

"Hello Crucio." I said interrupting him from his work.

"Ahh Harry. You off already?"

"Yep." I said staring down at the tided up soul.

He was obviously in pain his eye was swollen shut purple and yellow filled his face. Blood poured from his nose. It was obviously broken. All along his skinny deep gashes the size varying from the size of my middle finger to my forearm, we're spread about his body. A gag muffled his screams. The cloth was also soaked in blood his teeth we're probably pulled.

"Well anyways good luck."

"Same to you." I replied.

All around me people we're chained up. Blood spilling from everywhere. They all cried out to their family's and friends hoping that someday they could be saved. But it's of no hope nothing can stop what has happened to them. They all did something to deserve this. Or so my father says.

Up ahead a large black door with thick sliver chains covering it running up and down the solid barrier. It was the only way out which meant there always had to be someone guarding it. Thank god it was my good friend Liam. Honestly he's such a sweetheart I have no idea how he even got down here. I guess something bad must have happened I've never asked though.

"Harry." He said in almost a whisper.

"Liam." I said just as quiet.

"So today the day."

"Yes. I'm going to miss you."

"Same to you. Time goes by so fast doesn't it."

"It seems not fast enough."

"True."

"I should get going got a busy year."

"Yeah see next time."

Liam opened the door and a long hallway appeared. Along side hundreds of brown oak doors lined side to side stood. Each said a different country. It was nothing like I expected. It was amazing. I kept walking until it felt like hours but was probably just minutes. I stopped, looking to the left. Written in bold letters was USA. I slowly pushed open the heavy door, cold air hit my face. It felt foreign it was always burning with fire in hell. It felt wonderful. Without another thought I stepped through.

I was surprised to see more doors. I turned to my left and walked and walked and walked. My eyes darted over as I saw the door marked New York. I've only heard of it from stories but I heard it's wonderful. Big big city's and towers reaching into the bright blue sky. I reached for the doorknob as my heart raced with anticipation. The stories could never have prepared me for what I saw behind it.