Finally having packed everything I go downstairs, into the cellar. There is one room, which has a locked door. The door to my home.

I open it and lock it behind me again with my Devil powers, thanks to my dad only I can open and close this because it only reacts to demons and I am one, just like my dad. Though this one only reacts to strong demons, so not everyone from the underworld could go through. Actually only me and very few others are able to.

As soon as the door behind me is locked again the light color of the room changes from black to red. And here's what it looks like.

As you may have guessed, it's the picture of one of the group chats. Yes, in that picture you can see my way home, the way to the portal to the Underworld, to hell. Even though it's hell and not the most pleasant place it's still my home and I don't really hate anyone there, could be because I'm the son of Satan that everyone treats me with respect and doesn't do anything too harsh or wrong. Also because they would be killed right away afterwards.

After opening the second door the familiar third door that looks like it's possessed by the insides of a creature welcomes me, this is the real entrance. The doors also look somehow not really that appetizing but I'm used to it by now and they open up by themselves anyways so I don't have to actually touch them. And I'm thankful for that, I may have grown up with such things surrounding me but I still wouldn't really say I like them.

"Welcome back home my son. It's been a while now that we last saw each other.", my father greets me and stand on the other side of the door, he seemed to have been waiting.

And as expected many other demons are around thetwo of us, bowing down, that's a sign of welcoming back and to show them our respect. And it's better for them that way, because here it means just dying if you don't respect the devil or the strongest demon.

"Yeah yeah, I'm back. Can I go back to the house now?", I answer, annoyed by the attention which always follows me here, many demons actually look up to me even though I'm half human, but since I'm still stronger that makes me a role model for them. Another thing I absolutely hate in this world since I'm always a center of attention here.

"Sure but get there by yourself, you know how to use your powers yourself."

Ugh, that thing again.

He knows how much I hate using it but still always wants me to do it.

I sigh and take off my shirt so that my upper body is bare before I let my powers go and create giant black wings on my back, they are about 2,50 meters long so they are bigger than me. I just don't wanna get my shirt ripped apart so I took it off. And as soon as my pitch black wings are revealed dark red horns come out of my head too, while all the other demons look at me with sparkling eyes of amazement. It still amazes them even though they have seen it more then just once by now.

I stretch them for a second before I use one powerful jump to get into the sky, then start flapping with the wings to start flying home extremely fast. Since I'm the son of the most powerful demon it's only natural for me to get some of his powers too, including being stronger in strength and so on. My mom was a normal human but she died when I was born. But that's also another reason why my dad is so careful with me, he really doesn't want to lose and does everything I say, even if he's the devil and his personality sometimes doesn't play along.

"Back in this old room, thank God it's untouched.", I mumble to myself as soon as I reach out castle and my room. I can get to it pretty easy since I have a balcony.

"So, ready to tell me about some things you have experienced the last few months?", dad suddenly asks, popping up behind me, seems like he flew here too and used the balcony.

His looks are... just pretty much how many people thinks the devil could look like. He has red skin, horns, wings, a tail and wears a coat in a dark red color. And if you see him for the first time you're probably scared because he always looks like he's covered in fresh blood.

But that's about it. The rest is just like a human so I don't really get why many are afraid of him. He never was that scary for me, could be because he's pretty soft around me too. I mean, he really meant that. He wants me to tell him about what I have experienced since the last time I came home which was one and a half months ago.

Let the story hours begin.