The Princess of Hell, She Isn't All Bad. Good Omens AU

Chapter 1 - My first day on Earth

Third person POV

(Y/N) had spent 500 years confined to Hell. Born in the year 1507. She was the offspring of Satan himself and an angel unknown. Her mother had been sent to Hell on a mission and had fallen for the fallen angel Lucifer. After (Y/N) was born the angel returned to Heaven leaving her child to be raised by the high lords of Hell.

Leading up to her 1500th birthday, (Y/N) asked her father if she could go to live on earth. Her being the apple of his eye, he didn't want her to go. She plead and plead until he gave in, he could never say no to his little girl. So he begrudgingly let her leave. It was the year 2007. Her father created quite the life for her as a leaving gift. She had a huge 3 bedroom penthouse in Central London overlooking the Thames and a bank account with millions of pounds in it.

When (Y/N) arrived on earth, she was in the penthouse her father acquired for her. She looked around her spacious new home in awe.
She went to a filing cabinet in the living room and pulled it open. Inside there was a load of paperwork, she sifted through it and found a bank card attached to a piece of paper and placed it on the table next to her. The next page was the PIN number for said card. She found a passport, she flicked through and saw herself.
Name: (Y/N) Lucille Michelle Hecate
DOB: 31st October 1986

"Okay, so I'm 21?" She asked herself.
"Yes, Princess" a deep voice said from behind her. She span around to see her father, in his human form stood there.
"You scared me, dad" she sighed.
"Every year, on your birthday, your documents will change the date of your birth to a year later, you will have ever lasting youth." He approached his daughter and wrapped his arms around her, "I will miss you" she sighed kissing the top of her head.
"And I'll miss you too dad" she said her lilac eyes meeting his blazing red ones. "I"ll come home to visit often, I promise" she assured him.
Lucifer stepped back and looked at his daughter and nodded, "right then, I'll be off" he said tucking a strand of her dark blonde hair behind her ear. "Love you princess" he whispered.
"I love you too, dad. I promise you'll see me soon" she replied.
Silently her father disappeared.

(Y/N) continued exploring her penthouse. It was pitch black outside. She wanted to fly. Shes only ever flown twice before, when she snuck up to earth, she missed it. She went out onto the balcony and unfurled her huge wings, she lept over the railings and flew. She dove down to the river, she pulled up right at the last second and her wings skimmed the water. The wind made her hair blow wild. She was so happy to finally spread her wings.

She passed under a bridge. Which unknown to her an angel and a demon stood on, side by side watching the world go by. They saw a huge pair of wings pass right under where they stood.
"An angel" the angel whispered.
"I have no idea what you're thinking, that was most definitely a demon" the demon declared.

After (Y/N) had enough of flying, she returned home. At was close to dawn and she felt something she never had before, she was tired. She went to the biggest of the three bedrooms and fell into the bed. As soon as her face hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.

When she awoke, (Y/N) got out of bed and spotted a door she hadn't noticed before. She waked to the door and pushed it open. There was a small room filled with tons of clothes. She had never seen so many colours. In Hell, all they had was black and brown. She picked out a pair of ripped jeans, a white tshirt, a red hoodie and some black converse. She retracted her wings and got dressed.

Your POV

I take the bank card off the table in the living room, I walk through to the front door, by which I find keys sitting on a table, slip them both into my pockets and make my way out of the building. I roam the streets of London.
I hear a small child shout "Mummy, look that lady has purple eyes".
His mother glanced at me and said to her child "yes son, contact lenses" in a bored voice and carried on walking. I walked for a while and find a quaint little bookshop. A.Z Fell and co.