Obey me Harem Of Devildom

The Birth of Wrath

A baby born unwanted, created from a son's raw hate and rage given life by the darkness of Devildom. - The Great Scroll of the History of Devildom.

As Lucifer fell he cried out in agony, he felt and smelled the foulness of his wings burn away. Drops of tears mixed with blood and white feather left a trail threw the sky in Devildom. As Lord Diablo sent out his guards to retrieve the lesser brothers, he and Barbatos head toward the Coliseum toward a much bigger prize.

Lucifer's body landed in a bone crunching heap as it plummeted through the marble carved seats of the mighty Coliseum. He hissed in pain as the bitter smell of burning feather assaulted him anew. When a voice soft and steady called for him.
"Lilith!" Lucifer called back as he pushed past his pain and began to climb. His hatred and anger burned bright and hot in his chest as his weakened body slid back down in the hole he had made. Stealing himself he climb again, as he heard Lilith's voice sob in pain. His back burned as hot blood poured down and over his white robes. Tears pooled in his eyes then fell as he spat death curses at his father, he would pay Lucifer sworn, he will pay in blood. The marble crumbled underneath his hand sending him tumbling back down. He hissed as his back slammed into the ground and the air was stolen from his lungs. He slowly got back up, his hand on his chest as he took deep laboured breaths. The rage and blind hate oozed out of him like a foul icor whispering words of the sweetest of revenge. It burned threw his veins consuming reason and leaving a shadow in it's wake. Lucifer looked up toward the black deary night sky as it began to rain. He screamed with all that burned within him. "I Hate You!" Silence answered him heavy and as telling as the rain itself. Falling forward on weak legs in the mud he clenched his teeth and softly said once more, "I hate you." When a whisper touched his ears, one with a promise, one full of power. Rage would be the darkness gift to him blind and all consuming as dark and blood soaked as the most foul of curses Lucifer could dare dream.
"I am sorry." Lilith begged her softly words soaked in sorrow. Lucifer looked up toward her voice and stood. The darkness called to him again with it's oaths of pain and blood, of destruction and fear. The tender sadness of Lilith's voice though pulled Lucifer away as he began to climb once again. The darkness watched as Lucifer finally tumbled out of the hole he created and it then smiled for Lucifer had left behind something valuable it could use. As Lucifer cried out for Lilith a child was born from the black icor of Lucifers anger and hate. Formed using bones from the very demons who once faught in the Coliseum. Their own blood lust merely added to the child's creation and then it was feed using Lucifers now corrupted blood to give it life.

No one noticed a small baby with golden hair laying in a pile of black feather that night as the darkness slowly shaped and moulded it. No one heard when the darkness entered the helpless form and began it's dark work. No one expect the lone spirt of a women who watch in a horrific sorrow and what she a help create. Once the darkness proud of all it had done slithered away bestowing its mantle of rage apon the child, did she then weaved for it a heart within it's small corrupted chest made from the last remaining angelic threads that burned with life, then the women kiss it and gave it the gift of hope. She cried then for the small shivering baby as it lay quietly sucking on it's fingers.

Lord Diavolo surveyed the damage to the Coliseum as he sipped his cup of tea. A smile touched the corner of his mouth,
"Lucifer should you not be resting." He said. Lucifer stood behind him quietly for a moment when a lesser demon came running.
"My Lord!" The demon said pointing toward the spot of Lucifers impact. "Something is alive down there." Both of them ran to the edge there eyes growing wide with amazement as they heard the soft cooing of a baby. Lucifer heard the soft humm of a lullaby in a voice that should not have been.
"Lilith!" Lucifer yelled.
"Lucifer wait it is impossible." Diavolo called after him, but Lucifer drew out his bruised wings and flew down into the hole. He looked around in the debris until his eyes fell upon a pile of blackened feathers atop lay a small blond baby with glowing green eyes. The child cooed as it stared at the open air his small hands reaching out to something Lucifer could not see. He walked closer his feet crunching the earth beneath the child's brilliant green eyes now turned apon him. Lucifer knew in that moment that the child was made from him and as the child cried angry hot tears that fell down it's pale checks he knew that he had left that child to the mercy of the darkness.

Lord Daivolo watched nervously as Lucifer landed before him a crying horned baby clutched tightly against his face.
"Do you have something you wish to share." Diavolo asked raising an eyebrow.
"What have I done." Lucifer choked out falling to his knees. Diavolo gently took the child in his hands it's small filthy body shivered as the cool autumn winds of Devildom blew against him.
"Barbatos." Diavolo called.
"Hummm now this is interesting." Barbatos said taking the child from Diavolo and cradling him in his arms. "He appears quiet filthy and hungry. Shall I my Lord?" Barbatos asked.
"Please." Diavolo says "take him back to the castle I shall join you in a moment."