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Hell.

The place that has been thought about and researched through religion or science for centuries.

For me, it's a place called home.

And it's definitely not what everybody thinks it is.

I grew up there, with powerful parents, so you can call me Prince if you want to.

Hell is not just one place and the demons there are not all evil as you may think they would be.

I actually know a lot of genuinely nice demons who are just as reckless as I am, so we get along pretty well.

So, the actual production of demons.

When a certain couple, a female in specific, gives birth to a demon, or demons, she and her partner go to an infinite Palace, or the Ash Hill, as we call it. It's really beautiful, from the stories my parents told me.

By giving birth, they have finished their duty and are released from the center of Hell, where is the Kingdom.

The Throne of Devil is passed down to families of the strongest demons every eighteen Earth years, which is 900 years in Hell.

Some demons have to earn their Throne, those who don't have any older siblings, so they are being sent to Earth with a mission. Up there, we can change our appearance into whatever we want to, and I chose the sexiest possible choice, because, let's be real.

I'm even hotter in Hell. No pun intended.

So, if you have an older sibling, you're one lucky motherfucker.

The reason I was sent to Earth, although I have Omega as an older brother, is absurd and it was my parents' wish.

I had to obey them because they are the most powerful demons in Hell and are the only ones who can leave Ash Hill and go wherever they want.

AKA the annoying parents.

They also hate me because I'm immature and Omega is their favorite.

Our little sister, though... she's something else.

Gehenna is the smartest demon I have met and is pretty funny for her age. If you tell her a secret or a shit you did, she'll keep her mouth shut even if they burn her alive for it.

She also spends a lot of time in the library, reading or whatever it is she does.

Anyway, the demons who leave Hell for their mission are given Earth last names, so mine isn't Callum, and Omega's isn't Eden. It's Knox.

The Kingdom where we, the most powerful demons, live in is so luxurious, you could easily replace it with Las Vegas.

It's an enormous Palace made of pure, black marble with massive, golden doors and millions of golden windows.

But, the dead souls aren't so lucky.

They are tortured and burnt alive for an eternity, and I honestly feel sorry for them.

Their place in Hell is from the Entrance to the golden Gates of Kingdom. When I see them from my room, it's purely terrifying.

The next thing you should probably learn is the Slyvs.

They are our guardians who torture souls and protect the Kingdom, but they are also our best friends. When they speak to us, their bodies change and they're not terrifying.

At your birth, you are gifted with one baby Slyv who was born at the exact time you were and will never leave your side.

Mine is called Mr. Sprinkles and is actually the cutest one you will ever see.

They are trained by one demon who was here since the beginning of Hell - Daghain Algai. His name means fear fighter. I've never met him, but from the stories I heard, he's the most frightening demon you'll ever meet.

When it comes to people, they never entered or discovered Hell. But if they came in, our appearances would look human, the same as on the Earth, and souls would just be a fog.

Their brain is not designed to picture us in our true form.

But still, I'm the hottest one in this shitpouch.

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"Dravy!" I heard a high-pitched voice calling me from the hall. "We need to talk!"

I groaned and closed my eyes. "Can I finish with my shower first, Mr. Sprinkles?" I asked rhetorically.

The day barely started and he's already riding my dick.

When I finished showering, I dressed in all black outfit and slicked my long, jet black hair behind.

I looked at my appearance in the crystal mirror. My golden, sculpted face was fading away into a shadow and emerald eyes were blankly staring back under thick, dark lashes.

I was taller and more masculine than other demons, which is why girls in here are all over me.

And I don't judge them, I would be all over myself, too.

But they are all so mature and determined to reach their goal, that I don't even look at them.

'Oh, Draven, let's have hot sex so I can give birth to demon babies!'

'Draven Knox, love me! I want to be your wife!'

'Draven, please, let me be your baby mama!'

Like, get the fuck away from me!

"Dravy! Are you done? Kalma wants-"

I opened my door and looked Sprinks in his eyes, so he could see I don't give a crap about her. She's a demon of high status, which means she is a bitch and a pain in the ass.

I cannot get rid of her and it really started bugging me.

"Sprinks, let's do some 'we-shouldn't-be-doing-this' things," I suggested instead, a mischievous smirk spreading across my face.

Although he was only 156 centimeters tall, and I was two and a half meters, he can be pretty evil. He just wouldn't do that to me because he knows me since I was born.

His face dropped and he begged me to spare him from the trouble we're going to get ourselves into.

It was always hard to resist him, though, because he had the most adorable, big eyes.

But I can't give up on my only fun in this place, no matter how bloody cute he was.

"Sorry, Sprinks, but I'm not letting you win this one," I crouched on the floor and tapped his shoulder, flashing him an apologetic smile.

I stood up and walked beside him towards Omega's room.

Because His Majesty became the Devil recently, he got a whole new room and was moved to the fifteenth level of the Palace. I was on tenth, which meant a lot of walking and hearing Mr. Sprinkles complaining about my parents finding out.

When I finally reached his level, my legs fell off and I was sure my lungs were on fire.

Not related to Hell.

"Dravy, I'm still not sure this-"

I slammed his doors open and brightened him with one of my famous smiles.

"Brother!" I greeted him as I walked into his room, which was triple the size of mine.

He looked at me as he put on all of the shit Devil has to wear on daily basis. "Aye, shitface," he said and looked at his reflection in a wall-size mirror.

I bowed down to him and smirked. "Ready to go, Your Majesty?" I asked him.

"Let's get this party started."

Mr. Sprinklers coughed and stepped between us. "With all due respect, I still think your stunts are not a good idea," he carefully picked his words while Omega and I exchanged looks.

We started laughing when Usia, Omega's Slyv, stepped forward. "I completely agree with Mr. Sprinklers. You both are stupid," he insulted us with a straight face, standing next to Sprinks.

Usia was a little taller than Sprinks and his facial expression was more mature, while Mr. Sprinklers looked childish.

Well, at least we could always count on Usia to tell us the raw truth.

I just walked out of the room without saying anything and I could hear Omega following me.

"Do you have everything prepared?" he asked as he started choking me with his arm.

I stabbed him in the stomach and with that, we started wrestling in the middle of the hall.

"You fucking twat!" he cursed when I took his crown and started running with it.

As we chased each other, I could hear Mr. Sprinklers and Usia commenting with disapproval.

"Okay, okay!" he caved, holding out his hand. "Truce?"

I nodded, giving him his crown back. "Fucking pussy," I grinned and he slapped my arm, before placing the crown back on his head.

The crown was actually beautiful - it was more taller than it was wide, made of black, sleek stone with red and gold diamonds, which were gradually becoming smaller towards the top of it.

It was blinding me by only looking at it.

"So, you have everything?" he asked again as we walked towards the ballroom.

Today was kind of important because we were doing annual Ashing, AKA sending the demons who completed their duties to the Ash Hill. Omega needs to give them his blessing so they can walk through the Gates.

And I will have a little fun with it.

"Of course I have, who do you think I am?" I asked offended.

"You two are going to regret it," Usia informed us as we walked through the giant room with a high ceiling and golden decorations.

It was already full of demons, who dressed up to match the occasion.

Yesterday at night, I sneaked out of the Palace and collected the slime Slyvs secreted out of their bodies.

"If mum and dad find out, you're on your own," Omega said as he sat on his Throne, which was raised from the actual floor.

"I know," I said, smirking. "I'm the real Devil here."

He needed to stay clean while ruling because our parents would take away his crown.

I placed the buckets of slime on the chandeliers and when the clock strikes 3 p.m., the buckets will turn upside down and all demons will be covered with it.

And it will be hilarious because the slime is the one thing you avoid in Hell. It's absolutely disgusting and it smells like shit.

Suddenly, Mr. Sprinklers appeared next to me and he had the most terrified look on his face.

"Uh, Draven..." he started and Omega snapped his eyes towards him.

Sprinks never called me by my full name, unless it was really important.

Or we were in deep, horse shit.

I raised my eyebrows. "Erm, your parents are here," he said, looking at the ground.

"Fuck!" Omega and I said in sync as I searched through the room.

And there they were, standing by the entrance.

It's official, I'm going to die.

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