•Hannah•
The year of 8000 BC.

"Zozo, I offer you, my first-born child, Emila, to you." The mother says as she places the child in the center of the circle. It is an annual ritual that happened every year in the land of the crazed. The people live in fear of the demons, and offer the ruler, Zozo, sweets, foods, objects, and the first child born in the month of December a year prior to the ritual. The ritual then takes place in December a year later, and this year, the small girl, Emila, was offered to Zozo.

Her little body squirms in the course leather that she is wrapped in. The town's people crowd around the offering circle and place the rest of the gifts around the child.

Then after hours of chanting, they all leave, not knowing that the demon has been watching the whole time in the shadow.

The ritual comes from the demon himself, who is looking for an apprentice. If the child does not cry after the town's people leave, then he shall take the child and leave everything else. If the child does cry, Zozo will take the offerings with him back to hell and indulge on everything and wait until the next year. When the child does not cry, that shows that the child can withstand the powerful, dark energy radiating off the circle that Zozo has placed there.

Elisa is the first child to not cry in the year of 8000 B.C.

The sun is setting over the forest and the path that the town's people have worn in over the years is covered with shadows from the tall, looming trees. With the town being in Central America, the tall patch of oak trees is not common, and some legends says that the demons can only travel through the trees. The demons really travel through the shadow.

The shadows crawl out of the trees as the sun dips down under the horizon. All of the warm colors are gone as the chilled night air surrounds the darker than dark shadow.

The shadow floated slowly over the ground, gaining a more human shape as it got closer to the child. Once Zozo got into a human form, with black skin, eyes, and suit, he stepped inside of the circle. The small girl squirmed and squeald with delight as she was getting attention. The demon picked up the child and then he heard a commotion in the forest. The town's people are coming back. The shadow shook his head slowly. The idiotic people should have known to not come back until sunrise of the next day. They would be left be with no curse, but their decision got them cursed for the eternity of this world.

Zozo snapped his fingers and disappeared with the girl. A note and decaying gifts are what is left in their place. The forest was dying after Zozo left, apart of the curse. The town's people read the note, and then wailed, sobbed, and screamed for the curse that has been set upon them.

Zozo shadow traveled to the throne room of Hell where the new king of hell sits. Lucifer flutters his wings as he gets up off his red throne. He stretches his teen body as he walks to the demon.

"Is she the child?" Lucifer's deep voice asks. Lilith stands by Lucifer's throne, ready to do his bidding.

"Yes, and I would like to make a deal with Lilith, if I might." The woman perks up as Zozo says her name. Lucifer looks from Zozo to his slave, thinking for a slight moment. He then nods his head, and Lilith steps forward.

"If you raise this girl as her mother, and I as her father, until she is of age for her to travel on her own, I will make your punishment for the next million years less than what it would be." The woman immediately nods her head, knowing that she doesn't get the choice to say no. The black shadow then smirks and walks towards Lilith and hands her the baby.

"I will be back tomorrow."

•••
The year of 7600 BC.

Little Elisa has grown up, and her name has changed into Hana, due to Zozo's wishes. Hana is a young child and is still learning to control her powers. Lilith was changing Hana into her fancy dress as the little girl practiced summoning the black fire from the pits of Hell.

Hana flicks her wrist again as she keeps on getting frustrated. Lilith tugs tighter to the strings on the black and red lace up dress. Hana then summons a tiny black flame in the palm of her hand. She then screams, scaring her mother.

"Hana, we do not scream inside of the castle." Lilith scolds, finishing up the dress. Hana turns around and hugs her mother.

"I did it!" She screams again. Lilith rolls her eyes playfully at the child.

"Would you like to show your father?" Hana nods her head and runs out of her bedroom and down the halls in her bare feet.

She rushes past the demonic servants of the castle, who all stop and bowel to the small child. She is going to be the next Queen of Hell, one way or another.

Hana runs into the meeting room where her father and multiple other demons and Lords of Hell are having a meeting.

"I'm telling you, the Nephilim of the East is going to destroy Diablo if we don't-" Baal got cut off as the door was open. All the evils were confused as to who the invader was, since they could not see who opened the door.

Little footsteps pad the floor towards the far end of the table where Hana's father, Zozo, sat. As a demon got up and closed the door, Zozo picked up his daughter and sat her in his lap.

"Look at what I can do daddy!" Her voice squeaks as she shows him a smile with her two front teeth missing. Zozo nods his head for her to show him, and all the other hundreds of evils all sit in silence, with respect.

Hana holds up her hand, palm side up. Her dark brown eyes glair at her palm, and then flicks it. The black flame reappears in her hand, and her eyes sparkle with excitement.

"Good job sweetie." Zozo says as she flicks her wrist again and again, making the flame come and go.

"How old is she?" Belial asks after looking up from the golden gauntlet that graces his hand along with many jewels and chains.

"400 years old today." Zozo looks down at his powerful daughter with admiration.

"Only, 600 years to go." Lucifer mumbles from the head of the table. He was going to get the girl.

•••
The year of 7100 BC.

Hana stands in the loose training clothing across from Lucifer. Both powerful entities are in a fighting stance, sweaty from the hours of training.

"This is the last fight of the day. The person that is the last standing get to choose the punishment for the loser. Hana, are you ready?" Diablo asks the girl who stands there painting.

"I have been training for 900 years, Uncle. I am ready." She says with confidence, even though her body is getting tired.

"And you King Lucifer."

"I can do this all day. I am ready. On your count Lord Diablo." The young king tells the red demon who stand on the side of the field. Diablo nods his head and holds up his hand. The anxiety builds up inside of Hana as her uncle counts down from five. Hana watches Lucifer slick his wet bangs on top of his head with his fingers before charging at Hana as the seventh Lord of Hell throws down his hand.

Lucifer's long, toned body throws itself at Hana. She sidesteps the attack. Hana throws a roundhouse kick at the rising king. Her foot hits Lucifer's face as he falls again. Lucifer stands up quickly and throws a punch at Hana. His fist connects with her face as black blood spews from her mouth. Hana spits on the ground before glaring at Lucifer and charging back at him.

Her shoulder contacts his stomach and they both fall of the dusty ground. Blood graces the both for the first time that day, and the blood, dust, and heat concoction make a horrid smell.

Hana sits on Lucifer and summons Hell Fire, her favorite weapon. The fire grows in her palm and she raises her hands to strike down Lucifer. The king quickly put up an energy forcefield over his face and chest.

The energy combines with the fire, and both teens are thrown back from the force. Lucifer slid on his back before slowly getting back up. Hana flipped in the air before landing gracefully on her feet. Hana then summons her form of energy, a black double-bladed sword. Lucifer charges his hands up with Holy Energy, something he stole before he was kicked out of Heaven.

"Fight me!" Hana screams from her side of the field. Lucifer screams in return, and they both charge at each other. Hana deflects the energy bolts from Lucifer as they meet in the middle. Lucifer changed into a spear as Hana swings her sword above her head, wanting to strike down Lucifer.

Metal strikes against metal, their strikes coming down as they fight in a rhythm that only they hear.

Lucifer eventually strikes the sword out of Hana's hands and then shoves Hana on the ground with the blunt end of his spear. The sword and spear disappear and Lucifer climbs onto of Hana, pinning her legs down with his lower body, and her arms with his hands.

"I win." He breathed down on her face. Hana takes a deep breath of air, her lungs burning. She couldn't help but notice Lucifer's bright blue eyes, and the fresh mint taste of his breath.

"What's my punishment?" She mimicked his breathy voice. Hana fancied the King, and who wouldn't, with his handsome looks, his toned, muscular body, his powerful aurora around him, and of course his deep voice. Lucifer smirks as he stands up off Hana. He holds out his hand to help her up on her feet.

"Spend the evening with me." Smirks now grace both of their faces. They both fancy each other, but Zozo has been making Hana wait until she turned 1000 years old before she can start to date. Hana has been obeying her father, until she turned 900 years old. Hana needs some freedom.

"Let's go." Hana latches her hand to Lucifer's bent arm. They both shadow travel to Lucifer's end of the castle to have a fun and eventful evening.

•••
The year of 1347.

"Fuck you!" Hannah screams at Lucifer. The married couple has been fighting more recently over the smallest things. But this is important.

"I told you to not give that rat that goddamned plague. Now the prophets predict that one third of the population of Europe is going to DIE! Hannah, this is to big!" Lucifer yells at his wife. Hannah screams out of frustration before attacking the King of Hell for the thousandth time this month.

"Well maybe you should have let me sink that one ship!"

"That would have been even worse! Hannah you're getting out of control!" The two wrestles to the ground. The black velvet rugs spread across their darkened bedroom floor are torn and charred from the constant fighting.

Lucifer's face contorts with pain as the ever-lasting bond that was made when they said their wedding vows, breaks. They both scream out in pain from the severing of the bond. Their hearts stop beating, the love that was once there has left.

"Get out of my castle!" Lucifer yells at Hannah, blood vessels popping in his eyes, making the brilliant blue color cloud over with reds and blacks. They are both sobbing from the pain and the moment. Soon she will have no more tears left to cry, and a plan to get her throne back.

Hannah then snaps her fingers and shadow travels to Europe. She has been going there for the past 1000 years, ever since living with Satan has been getting to be unbearable. Hannah's royal robes change it to the clothes worn by the citizens around her.

Hannah rubs her eyes to take away the tears, but they keep coming. Her leather sole shoes are clacking against the cobble stone road as she makes her way to the party house. There is a black corset hugging her chest, and a rich and plump blood red skirt covering her legs.

Everyone within the vicinity becomes overwhelmed by the energy the Demon Queen was emitting. The weak passed out, the others became sickly.

The demon straightened her posture as she goes to the nearest place to get a good drink. The basement of the richest man in this town was converted to a place for drugs and sex. Hannah is welcomed back into the basement by the watch guard.

Her eyes scan the smoky room, the smell of smoke and weed fills the air. She breathes in the air, and immediately feels relaxed. Hannah exhales as she walks over to the bar and sits in her usual seat. A glass of whiskey is slid over to her from the werewolf bartender. She smirks up at him as more tears flow down her face.

Hannah turns around and faces the main area of the bar. No music plays, but men are talking as prostitutes walk around, serving drinks and lap dances. The men are seated at either small, wooden round tables, or the long table in the center of the room.

Torches create a warm glow in the dark room.

When a body sits beside Hannah, her attention is fully put on the stranger.

"My queen." His dark voice draws as the woman takes in his very handsome features. His white teeth are completing his full lips, and his candy green eyes are surrounded by the red veins. He must be responsible for the weed.

"Would I happen to know you?" Hannah says after taking another sip of her whiskey. The alcohol burns as it goes down her throat.

"I would hope not ma'am. But every monster knows who the Queen of Hell is." He smirks as his fangs show over lips.

"A vampire with some class. I would sure hope you're not trying to court me. See, I just go out of a relationship." Hannah looks back over the crowd, her eyes tearing up again.

"For give me, but I don't like women." Dominic runs his hand through his hair as he looks out to the sea of me.

"Huh." Is the only thing Hannah says before a group of men walk up to the duo.

"Why are you back here, you parasite. I thought I told you to get out and stay out." A big burly man asks the vampire.

"The name is Dominic. And I was hoping to see you again. You see, you spilled my very important drink the last time I was here." Dominic stands up and adjusts his leather jacket.

"Yeah, and then we beat you up and threw you out on the street." A short man with a thick Irish accent says from behind the burly man. Dominic only looks back to Hannah, smirks, and starts a fight.

Dominic's fist contacts the big guys jaw. All Hell breaks loose as Hannah sits back and observes the chaos. Men are throwing fists, kicking legs, and biting at everything that they can contact. Chairs are being thrown. Men are being thrown over tables, and Dominic seems to be responsible for all of the chaos. He is using his superspeed and senses to keep the fight going, and Hannah sips on her whiskey, enjoying the show.

Then all movement senses, and everyone turns towards Dominic. The handsome young man raises his hands, his fangs showing on his lips. Then everyone charges at the vampire. Hannah rolls her eyes and turns around at the bar.

"Another glass please." The bartender is in a fight with one of chefs.

"I said, can I get another glass please." The fighting continues behind the bar. Hannah wipes the final tears from her face before slamming the glass down on the wooden bar.

"This place sucks." The demon walks over to the fight.

"Stop." Her charm speak works, and everyone stops. Hannah snaps her fingers, and everyone falls asleep except for Dominic, who is lying on the floor, blood covering his face.

"Hey pretty lady." He slurs, his eyes still irritated from the smoke. Blood runs from a cut in his lip. Hannah helps up the vampire and they walk out of the bar. The cold air sobers up Dominic a little bit so he can walk a little straighter.

"Where do you live?" Hannah asks as her arm sips from off of Dominic's shoulder.

"I don't have a house, my Queen." The vampire mumbles. Hannah thinks for a moment before summoning a bag of coins into her hands.

"Well were going to get a house together." Hannah states as she drags Dominic to the closes building for sale.

The duo lived in peace for three hundred years before the first angel fell from heaven.

Hannah and Dominic were walking down the bright street at the marketplace, buying meats, blood, and spices for the next week.

"I'm telling you Hannah; cow's blood is much better than pigs."

"Well then buy it." Hannah sassed the young man. The two have been fighting over this for the past ten minutes as they wait in line at the butchers table.

"Fine, I'll buy it." Dominic sneers as he steps up to the table.

The duo is now living in Central London after years of traveling all over Europe. They work in a rhythm so that both of their needs are fit. Then people started screaming, and Hannah and Dominic both look up.

Dominic's eyes caught the outline of wings in the ball of falling fire.

"Should we go?" Dominic asks as Hannah packs up the rest of the meat.

"Yes, you run over to where the angel fell, Ill drop off the food and shadow travel over to you." The friends nod their heads and break off to investigate.

When Hannah gets to the crater cite, the site before her is amazing. An angel with black feather filled winds is laying in the center of the hole. What is amazing is that Dominic is laying beside the trench coat clad angel, in the same position too.

Hannah runs down in the crater and kneels beside her vampire best friend. Her tiny hand touches the side of his face, a bit of her energy jumps from her opened hand and onto Dominic's face. He jerks awake, and the angel groans in pain.

"Hannah, hey. Why are you covered in mud?" His bright eyes look up to the Queen.

"I would like to know who the Hell the both of you are." The angel's deep, gravelly voice answers.

The two friends whip their heads towards the heavenly being.

"I have no clue, Dominic, you answer." Hannah stands up from the ground, and Dominic hits his head off of the ground. The angel is the one to make a sound of pain.

"What in this world?" Hannah mumbles as she changes her vision from normal to electromagnetic. A purple aurora that surrounds Hannah fades as the demon focuses on the energy fields surrounding the vampire and angel. Waves of energy are bouncing back and forth from their heads. The red color of the waves signifies the connection of soulmates.

Hannah then smirks.

"Dominic, get up, were going home." Hannah turns around and starts to walk away, but not before talking to the angel.

"You're coming with us too." The trio then heads off to London.

Castiel, an angel of the lord, was sent down to stop the apocalypse. They are all sitting at the kitchen table that is in the wooden kitchen of Hannah and Dominic's 10th apartment.

Hannah takes a sip of her black tea, and then sets the tea back down on the table.

"I will go to Hell and persuade Lucifer to stop the apocalypse. You two stay here and protect the sources." Hannah gives Dominic a pointed. The man nods his head and stands up with Hannah.

The two walks into their shared bedroom. The twin beds are pushed together with a dark red velvet duvet thrown over top of them. Dominic looks back out the door to Castiel, who is watching the bees fly outside of the windows. He then shuts the door.

"Are you sure about going back down there?" Dom asks softly, and Hannah folds her arms over her stomach.

"It's been over 300 years since I've last seen him, Dom. I miss him." She says quietly. Dominic then walks over to Hannah and wraps his arms around her tiny figure.

"You can always come back to me." Hannah nods her head against Dominic's chest. After a moment, they pull apart and then Hannah holds out her hand.

"I bet that in less than a month up here, you two would be fucking." Hannah smirks. Dominic laughs and shakes her hand.

"I can get into his pants in less than a week." Hannah lets a full laugh out and then travels back down to Hell.