The Demon Wars

The Devil's Daughter (Intro)

1910, New York

A small blonde girl, no older than five or six, hid in the alleyway, terrified of what was chasing her. It was a creature others didn't seem to be able to see and everyone told her didn't exist. But she knew it did because it was chasing her. It's giant shadow loomed over the entrance to the alley and the girl scrunched up even more behind the boxes, petrified of her impending fate. It lumbered down towards her, and she could hear it shuffling and sniffing the air.

Then, she felt another presence behind her. More ominous feeling came from behind her. She saw a boy, a good deal older than her but not as old as her dad, step out of a red tear in the night. He glanced down at the shivering little girl and then up at the large creature. "Is he bothering you, little one?" She looked up at him, mystified and frightened all at the same time. But she nodded. "Don't worry, I'll handle it." His gaze flicked up to meet the Cyclops's one eyed stare, and made a shooing motion.

At first it seemed like nothing had happened, but then the monster disintegrated in a flash of dark red fire. The little girl looked back up at the man. "Who are you?"

"My name is Percy." He looked at her closer. Bending down, he pressed a single finger to her forehead, seeing her thoughts and memories. The poor girl lost her family to that Cyclops. "What do you say at being my daughter?"

She looked up at him. "Y...your daughter? But you aren't that old."

He feigned offense, and she giggled at his antics. "Well, do you know what you are child? Who your mother is?"

"My daddy told me that she left when I was young, but I don't know who she is, other than she was really smart."

Percy nodded. "Well, your mother is a Greek Goddess. The Goddess Athena, of Wisdom and Battle Strategy. The Greeks don't let the gods be around their mortal children because of laws passed long before your birth, and even mine. They call them the Ancient Laws. I, on the other hand, am not from the Greek Pantheon...mostly. My father is Lucifer, of the Christian pantheon, and my mother was from the Greek pantheon, but even I do not know who she was. What is your name, little one?"

She looked up at him. "Annabeth. Annabeth Chase."

"Well, little Miss Annabeth. You have two options. You can come with me, or I can take you to a camp for kids like you. But you probably won't ever see the normal world again except for short periods of time on quests and the like."

"What about with you?" she asked.

"Well, as my daughter, you'd be a princess and treated like royalty. While my father is Lucifer, I currently hold the title of Satan, which is given to whomever is the ruler of Hell. I do have to warn you though, it will be dangerous when you get older. The other houses, they will either want to marry you or kill you so you can't be on option for the throne. It's nasty business down there."

"I don't want to get older...my dad...I didn't get treated the same after my brothers were born. And now everyone's gone. I just want a family."

Percy knelt down to her and picked her up. "Then you are mine. The Devil's Daughter." He pressed a finger to her head again and this time, she sighed, falling asleep as the changes of becoming a devil took over her.