My parents are dead. Well, not my mom, not really. I wish she was though. Then she wouldn't be in pain anymore. The dungeons in Hell give no mercy for anyone, even demons. And I'm the demon who put her there. To suffer for eternity in the pits of Hell, without food, sunshine, or hope of escape. I didn't have a choice. It was either her or my father. But he was already dead. I thought they were joking, just trying to toy with my emotions. Turns out, my father has been alive all this time. My father isn't Lucifer, as you may be thinking. He's God. And I'm his demon child.