STORM

Prologue

The crowd roared with sinister smiles plastered on their faces, their horns twitching as they threw their hands up in the air with joy. The demon rolled his eyes with a grunt, "of course, they'd use a woman against me" he knew they were scared of him so they resorted to dirty tactics. 

She poisoned him and dragged his weak self to Lucifer, of course, they'd take him in his most vulnerable state, after all, they were scared of him. The demons were throwing their hands in the air, screaming for them to end him, but what they weren't aware of was how he could never be destroyed.

Lucifer and the other demons whispered about Storm's punishment. He looked at Storm from his peripheral vision, in case he regained his energy, they knew he'd destroy them the moment he did. 

Storm released another grunt, struggling to break the chain, but he couldn't as they coated it in demon poison and Nephilim poison; he had a little bit of Nephilim blood coursing through his veins.

"Kill him!" The crowd of demons and a few angels roared, Lucifer's horn twitched a little in annoyance, he was getting frustrated with their yells.

"We should bath him in the poison every day--"

"Till he learns to endure and escapes then what?" Mammon interrupted Levithan with a sneer.

"Kill him!" The crowd roared once again, "That's enough!" Lucifer was angered, the deadly demons were acting like kids, upon that the crowd was yelling the same thing over and over again. He couldn't even hear his own thoughts!

He was tired, the more time that they wasted, the less time they had to punish Storm before he regained his energy.

"Let's lock him up! At least till we know what to do with him, then we add a new poison every day and shoot him with arrows close to his heart." Lucifer sighed at Mammon's idea, he cared for Storm but his people came first, he couldn't continue hurting them just for a demon that didn't reciprocate it.

"You're pathetic!" Storm spat with a chuckle, his words were pronounced with difficulty. Lucifer winced, then another idea crossed his mind.

He walked up to his creation he considered as his son, "what would you do if we created a mate for you?"

"I'll kill her like I did the last two." He answered, honestly. Lucifer was a fool to create a mate for him thinking it would redeem him instead, he killed the first one by sipping out her soul slowly. Then he killed the second with a shove off a cliff.

"Very well, Storm you have been to be imprisoned for life by the seven deadliest demons. And you are to be locked up in the fourteenth dungeon on the twelfth floor! proclaiming the name of the deadliest place.”

No demon ever went there and lived another day. It was dark, quiet, and filled with demons that built up bad memories, sometimes they turn your good memories into nightmares.

Storm was dragged by a chain, the crowd roared happily. They were happy as the cause of their worries was about to be locked up, finally, they would live without having to check their backs know they could be his next meal.

Storm remained silent as he was dragged by eight guards. They got to the twelfth floor and he was thrown in the fourteenth dungeon. Storm landed with a thud, a small groan escaping his lips.

The guards flinched thinking he had regained his energy, they ran away quickly from the demon that could destroy them with just his mind.

Storm sat on the floor, his head on his elbow unblinking. His black with white-tipped wings stilled on his back,  he had lost count of the days he'd been in the dungeon.

The demons that created fears were frustrated with him, he was immune to the fears they implanted in him.

Why wouldn't he be immune? After all, he was fear itself.

So he spent hundreds of years in silence and solitude.

He never made any movement, some thought he was a statue in a museum.

Then he heard it, an ear-piercing cry, it was long. Like a high-pitched scream, it seemed he was the only one who heard it. The guards didn't look affected but he was. His ears bled, his eyes bled, his nose bled.

The white tips at the end of his wings were also bleeding.

The cry didn't stop, he raised his hands to his ear to shut the cry, but it didn't help.

Suddenly the dungeon unlocked, the guards fell and the door was opened with force.

Storm got up and staggered his way up the stairs, his skin peeling off with every second passed. A light flashed as he climbed the last step, then he was near a sea in the middle of the night.

It wasn't hell. It wasn't his dungeon.

His skin was peeled off, red lava sipped by his left cheek. His skin was on fire, his eyes were pure black. The water touched his feet as the wave came, but the water only seemed to increase his fire.

His wings flapped for the first time in years and it caused an ache in his back.

He was back on Earth.

"Oh how I missed here," he maliciously said with a grin.

Something caught his attention, a woman with black hair, going into her truck. She must have been the person who's cries released him.

He had to know more.

He had to know how her cry was powerful enough to release him.

Finally, a mission.