I have burned many souls to appease the growing hole inside my chest, yet it continued to expand, torrefying what I once was and accepting what God planned me to be. My time of being so close to the light and serving a holy and righteous being was that of a laughable dream.

I was far from being good. My days of praying for others' good fortune were replaced by the days of torturing those disowned by God.

Despite being cast down from heaven, I was still used by the creator of this world. I was his favorite angel after all. I was blessed with more power than any of his creations. But for a reason that may seem foolish for idiotic Christians, I went against His will and led an uprising.

God either wanted to spoil me or mock me. He assigned me as the ruler of hell. He wanted me to test the mortals—the fruits of Adam and Eve's love— and see if they would be stronger in their faith or if they would end up like their predecessors.

Of course his beloved humans fail Him time and time again.

I broke the neck of the succubus who invited herself inside my room. Blood dripped from her mouth to my face. I tossed her naked body across the room and got off my bed. I secured my robe before grabbing one of her feet and teleporting to my throne. The succubus was beautiful but she was even more attractive with her eyes unblinking and with her neck crumpled like paper.

"Someone dispose of this body. It's an eyesore."

I want them to hang this in the middle of the city to warn demons that I will not make anyone Queen even if their ass was filled with gold.

"Yo Satan!"

A circular ring of fire appeared before my throne accompanied by the screams of tortured souls. Samael appeared, stepping on the dead succubus but paying no mind. He even bounced a bit to test the familiar platform. I usually have dead bodies sprawled around here.

"I got some good news," he chirped.

He ruffled his red hair to shake off the dirt and hooked the strap of his electric guitar to his naked torso. Samael was never fond of wearing anything but his boots and leather pants. He was the greatest entertainer in hell and was an idol to many incubus, succubus, and the likes. With all the demons adoring him, I frequently asked him whenever he complained of not being able to get laid, to why not choose from the thousands who he had already bewitched. He would answer me with another question:

"Why don't you do the same?"

Or he would answer me with:

"I'm still waiting for someone."

If he would ask me the same thing I asked him, I would answer him with his answers. It was humorous; the most merciless beings of hell were still hopeful that the ones who left them would still come back after thousands of years.

"I heard from the spider demons that there's this town that has a faith healer. The one who really heals and not just some fake bitch who wants money."

"Not from ours?" I questioned. I usually send out demons who would disguise themselves as faith healers to make people worship me.

Samael shook his head. "Nope. Here, I took a selfie in that church."

I rolled my eyes at this modernized demon and took the picture he handed me. He acted like a mortal teenager. Samael was sticking his tongue out in the picture. My eyes zoomed in at the person sitting behind the pastor. The boy was wearing a white robe like that of a pope. Time stopped. My eyes widened. The heart I thought was long dead started to make itself known again.

"It's him!!!" I shouted, rising up from my throne.

"Woah, chill man."

"Where is this town?"

"Why? What's up?"

Why was he here? Was God playing with me? What did He possibly want to prove for re-creating him? Or did He just lose ideas for a new face?

"Samael... Gather information about this kid."

He gave me a look of disbelief. "Wait, you gave me a deadline! I have to collect 100 souls for this week!"

"I'll make someone else do that!" I growled.

"Yo Satan, I'm the only reaper here if you haven't noticed."

"Then we just won't have to collect souls then. I'm sure the one above won't mind if hell takes a break," I calmly stated.

I shouldn't spark a quarrel against Samael. Last time that happened, it ended up pretty badly. Hell became even more hellish and even after that fight, I wasn't sure I saw the extent of Samael's powers. That happened when the fallen angels were transferred here and became the new demons and I became the new ruler of hell. Samael was the only being here at that time. He wouldn't accept us. He was still grieving.

I do believe I had a higher chance of beating him now with the amount of people worshiping me, but I need this moron. Who would collect souls if I killed him?

"Just do what I say Samael."

He scoffed. He turned around, sauntering towards the door. Two demons who were going to clean the corpse of the succubus got in his way.

"Move it!" He didn't give the demons a chance to move when an explosion of fire burned the demons into crisp.

"Ah...His anger is really useful..." I chuckled and sucked in the souls of the demons. I sighed, slightly sinking into my seat and leaning my head back.

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Days in hell were much faster than the days of the humans. A day there was equivalent to a week here. Samael returned from the human world with a satisfied expression. I was intrigued with the information he shared with me so I created plans on how to conquer that town. I wanted to make them sin further. I wanted them to burn in hell.

As for Keetan...I needed to see if he really was his reincarnation. I let Samael execute my plans about the job offers and visited Keetan.

For the second time around...I was bewitched once again. I could feel the power in him. He wasn't human.

"He is my Miniel..."

I hovered over his body and admired his face. It was a face that could make any man sin. It was the face that I painfully missed. It was a face that made the great Lucifer fall. My breath trembled. After so many years I have finally found him. His cheeks received my tears.

I caressed him. I cupped his cheek and gently placed my lips against his. We hid our love from all the angels yet we were discovered and punished. But now...there was no need to hide. There was no need to be afraid with me by his side.

"Miniel..." I whispered.

I watched Miniel as the days went by. I wanted to strangle his parents for hurting him. I wanted to snap their necks and drain every drop of their blood from their bodies but Miniel was good at heart. He begged me not to hurt the ones who did him wrong. I suppressed my anger. But I will make sure to get my vengeance. I will make sure that those two will be hated further by Miniel. I will have the pleasure of making them swim in their own flesh. That Edward boy was getting on my nerves as well but what intrigued me more was the trace of angelic activities around Miniel.

I could see people, especially men, with a certain lust in their eyes. They licked their lips as they observed what was mine but I saw it. I saw a dash of power that made them back away from Miniel.

"Angelic activities?" Samael questioned. I sat beside an unconscious Miniel as I healed him. Samael was sitting in the rocking chair. We were in my private tent near the area where my stadium will be built.

"Yes...I saw it before Miniel got drunk."

It was an adorable display. I will raise Cain's payment for that. Speaking of Cain and Abel...Their relationship was ironic to the famous siblings in the bible but instead of Cain killing Abel, he was willing to kill for Abel.

Samael smirked. "Hmm angelic activities...I should survey the area. It might be him."

I cocked my head to the side and caressed Miniel's knee. "You have an idea who?"

Samael laughed. "Sure I do... God knows his normal angels won't succeed against me or you so he would send the one who knows me well." Samael stood up and stretched his body.

"Well whoever it is, take care of it. If you can't do it, I will and you know how I work."

The older man snorted. "Chill Satan and just get laid with little Keetan here. #Doitlikeapro....although considering that you haven't gotten laid for thousands of years...your dick might be rusty!" He laughed. If I didn't need Samael, I could have burned him to crisp as well.

As soon as he left, I returned to admiring Miniel. I should train myself in calling him Keetan.

I sighed and stroked his cheek. "If only you know...You loved me more than your God."