Florida, March 3rd, 2002

The man sat at the lake, his face conflicted as he began to think deeply to himself. Did he really want to do something so drastic. He had to weigh out his options. He stood up slowly, revealing his above average height. He stood at a 5'11 and had a pretty average build. He had short sandy blonde hair and light brown eyes. He looked at the calm lake, he then turned his back to it and looked over at the large house he lived in.

It was pretty early in the morning, 5:30 am to be exact. So his family was sleeping, thankfully. He took a deep breath as he walked towards the lake and looked down at it. He closed his eyes, letting the magic within himself flow, he began to whisper to himself. The lake suddenly began to split showing a dark abyss, the man had a distant look in his eyes. He's done this plenty of times before, but today was different.

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he forced himself to drop into the abyss. Everything went the way it usually did. He was suspended in animation as he laid in complete darkness for several moments, then a flash of flight filled the darkness, blinding him entirely. Finally, he ended up where he needed to be. He looked around, what he saw was breathtaking. He looked to be in space, only difference was, The darkness that would accompany the empty void, was now a brightly glowing purple light.

The man was standing on a large rock the size of a large cruise. He looked down at the following things on the surface beneath him. The following items were present: A garbage bag with blood leaking out of it, circle that was drawn out of chalk, and a paper that had a picture of a baby on it. He sighed out once more. He was already too far into this to walk away now. Feeling the magic build up inside him, he whispered again inside the silent void. His voice became louder and louder till he began shouting. The void seemed to spark to life almost.

Reality itself shifting due to the shouting mans magic. He continued his repeating his words. Suddenly, everything began to go out of order. The purple void switching colors. Planets, stars, solar systems, and even galaxies began to come in and out of existence. Suddenly the void split. Almost as if someone cut a hole into it. Then, it immediately shut in on itself.

The man panted as he stopped his shouting. He opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He had an squared face, a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and sharp chin. His skin was a dark gray color and his hair was short and ocean blue in color, matching his eyes. He was freakishly tall, 9 feet tall to be exact. He was wearing a wine colored three piece suit. His tie pure black, he looked as if he was dressing up to go to a prestigious party.

The man breathed in before he looked at the person in front of him. "My name is Walter Phillips. I've come to you with a sacrifice, I want a child for my family" he said to him as he pointed to the picture of the baby. "I've brought you to another reality with different laws so you won't be able to do damage here" he explained. Suddenly he stomped on the wheel of chalk, a barrier enclosed them and the large rock. "This is a sacred barrier, used to trap even the strongest of demons. If you kill me you won't be able to leave this place at all" Walter spoke to the man, authority in his voice. He stared down at the demon, now seeing what he would do. He heard rumors about this one floating around but now he just got to summoning it.

The demon looked at him, and laughed. That laugh completely eradicated the same barrier that trapped top tier demons within them for centuries. That laugh made reality go haywire. That laugh threatened to destroy all of time and space itself. The demon stopped its laughter and looked at the terrified Walker.

A moment ago, he was almost giving orders to the demon. Now he was cowering away like an abused dog. Good. That's how it should be. "First off, I'm not truly a demon. It's just a title I've taken. Second off, in all the realities I've done this in, you were the only one to talk to me like that. Malick was right, this will be fun" The 'demon' said to Walter. "You didn't need to sacrifice an innocent. The ones who told you that were simply speaking out of speculation. But I'm glad you did it though" He said. "My name is Azazel, pleased to be your acquaintance" Azazel said as he held his hand out to Walter for him to shake. Even though he was talking, his voice was still tampering with reality itself.

Walter reluctantly shook his hand. He pulled it back when he felt a sharp pain in his palm. He looked at his opened hand and saw...nothing. "What the hell?" Walter mumbled to himself. He looked up at Azazel who was now looking at the baby picture, he gave a disappointed head shake and soon the picture was lit ablaze. "If I'm making a child. It might as well have a little bit of me within him. Don't you think?" He asked Walter. Walter wanted to shout no, but with what this monster was able to do with his voice, he didn't want to imagine what he would do with his actual power. So he nodded, "Yes, your absolutely right" Walter spoke up.

"Thought so" Azazel replied. He turned around from Walter and rubbed his hands together. "Will he be strong?" Walter asked Azazel. "Yes, he will be" the demon simply replied as a glowing light shone in front of Azazel.

Azazel then turned revealing a distinctly human baby. However, something was weird about it. The babies eyes were closed, however it had a full head of hair. His hair was blue, the same exact shade as Azazel. "Name my boy something good" he said to Walter. Suddenly, Walter was back in his house. It was now 3:00 pm and Walter stood in the living room with a baby in his hands. He couldn't get those last words out of his head. He sighed and looked down at the baby who was just waking up. He looked to the entrance of the living room seeing his wife and 3 kids looking at him and the baby in awe. The oldest, his daughter walked up to him followed by everyone else.

Seeing them was a great relief after experiencing a conversation with Azazel. "Dad, what's his name?" His son asked. He looked down at the drowsy baby, and remembered Azazels words for the millionth time. Only this time, he could almost hear them. "Name my boy something good" The words sounded out to him and him alone.

"Let's call him...Seven"

(Hey guys! Decided to do another Seven chapter! I decided to make the one shot book its own official universe. Now I'm pretty torn on what I should do next. Maybe next chapter will be about one of the dealers or a new character entirely)