Satan is my father's name. To humans, I do not exist. To angels, I am their worst enemy. To demons, I am a prince. And to myself, I am a tired being.After all being born before the world was created would make you tired.
I am Belail, the 'prince' of the place people call 'HELL'.
"Your Majesty!" Ah the dog spoke. No, he whined. With a sigh, I turned my attention to the lowly demon.
"Scum, what do you want?" That was most likely the nicest response I could have given the man. I felt partially sorry for him though. Wait, man?
I looked at him shockingly.
"You are a human?" I asked him carefully. He nodded at me silently.
"You lie. You couldn't have possibly gotten here if you are just a mere human." I told him factually. Surely someone as weak as a human was would have never gotten past the gates. It was impossible. Unless...
"I am afraid I do not lie to you, your majesty. I was given permission to enter." What? Who could have poss- wait don't tell me...
"Are you the one father sent to teach me?" I asked dreading the answer. The human nervously scratched his head before answering.
"Ah, yes. I am Hadrian. It's an honour to meet you, Prince Belail."
Oh, we'll shit.