"When I lost to my father, my pride wouldn't let me ask for forgiveness. In the end, I chose to fall from Heaven."
"I fell into a dark vortex, an abyssal, vast, cold, lifeless void, swallowing all the malice and sins accumulated by humanity, a pit of all conceivable evil."
"In that place that would one day become my kingdom, I used my flesh and blood as material, and in the fires of Hell, I poured all my desires and aspirations into it."
"And on the end of the sixth day, I forged my world. A cold and lifeless world, unlike the warm sensation of paradise."
"Still, it was my world, my home, something that, for the first time in my immortal life, was my own choice."
"And finally, it was my legacy to you."
"One day you will sit on my throne and claim what is rightfully yours."
"So, do not hesitate. Kill anything that stands in your way of achieving your goal. Use your pride, anger, and fury hidden in your heart to become a tyrant, a tyrant commanding all my legions."
"Daemom, my son."
Daemom opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the room in the nightclub. He raised his hand to his face and furrowed his brow deeply, his face showing a sense of uncertainty.
He had a dream the night before. He dreamed of a man whose face he couldn't remember; the only thing he could recall was his long, golden hair, shining like light itself.
The man was talking to a child Daemom recognized as himself. The man's voice, though cold and indifferent, was tinged with a feeling of protection and warmth that Daemom had never felt in his life.
But, despite such a vivid memory, Daemom couldn't remember talking to anyone at that age, and he would definitely remember the encounter if it had occurred.
It was almost as if this memory had been erased from his mind and suddenly reappeared now.
Honestly, it didn't take a genius to know that the man was his father, Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell.
"Do you think saying this would make me believe you're a good father?" Daemom muttered to himself, his voice tinged with sarcasm and disdain for his biological father.
Though surprised to learn that Lucifer had spoken to him when he was a child, Daemom hadn't changed his feelings toward his father; the man was an incompetent coward who hadn't dared to raise his own son.
If he recognized anyone as a parent, it was the headmistress of the orphanage, Felipa Herath. She played the role of both mother and father to him, taught him how to shave for the first time, ride a bicycle, and even taught him about women.
That woman was more of a father to him many times over than his biological father, which was a divine level of irony when considering the struggle between Lucifer and God.
"Son fights father, history repeats itself again." Thinking about how his father fought his grandfather, Daemom's lips curled into a cheeky smile.
Like father, like son, he was only doing what Lucifer had done in the beginning.
Suddenly, feeling something wet sliding across his cheek, Daemom looked down and saw Amara in her human form licking his cheek.
"Why are you licking me?" Daemom asked, confused, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.
"You weren't responding to me." Amara replied, lying comfortably on Daemom's chest.
They were both naked, their legs intertwined on the bed. Nothing happened last night; they just enjoyed feeling each other's warmth. It was comfortable to sleep without any constraints.
"Sorry, I dreamed of Lucifer." Stroking her soft hair, Daemom sighed and apologized, then recounted what had happened in the dream.
Amara's eyes widened as she listened to his words. She sat up on the bed and bit her nail, not caring to show her total nudity to Daemom.
She had seen all of him, and he had seen all of her; there was no reason for her to be embarrassed about displaying her own nudity in front of Daemom.
"Do you think you can find His Majesty's location?" Amara asked, her eyes shining with intense light. If Lucifer were found, all their problems would be solved with a simple snap of his fingers.
Hugging Amara again, Daemom slid his arm between her breasts and brought her into the warmth and protection of his arms.
Letting out a comfortable sigh, feeling her body in his arms, Daemom responded, "I can't, and even if I could, I wouldn't seek his help."
"Why?" Amara asked, genuinely confused by Daemom's words.
"Because I'm proud, and men have generally very stupid pride." Daemom laughed at her expression and spoke in a gentle tone, a tone he usually only used with Amara.
Lilith's daughter rolled her eyes at her brother and pact companion's words. He really was Lucifer's son; it seemed the sin of pride had passed on to Daemom.
"Daemom, I think I can use my powers in the human world now." Amara didn't press the issue of finding Lucifer any further and changed the subject, her voice full of excitement.
Since making the Blood Pact with Daemom, she had been able to use more and more of her powers in the human world. At first, she thought she was just imagining things, but today, her powers had recovered to 20%!
She was a High-Ranking Demon capable of easily destroying a small town like Modesto; 20% of her power meant she could sink at least a few dozen kilometers around!
Her words made Daemom's eyes light up. Although he didn't know Amara's exact power, the happiness in her voice suggested it would solve some of their problems!
"Now, stop being lazy and let's start your training!" Giving his arm a pat, Amara switched into teacher mode.
Daemom rolled his eyes at her obvious excitement but agreed with her words.
Releasing Amara from his arms, Daemom stretched comfortably. Despite the dream he had about his father, it was a great night's sleep; it had been many days since he had slept in a decent bed.
The previous night, he had landed a job thanks to Bilqis. Apparently, Zafir owed a favor to the Queen of Sheba and had to reluctantly accept his romantic rival.
Seeing Daemom completely naked, Amara didn't avert her gaze like a shy girl. She looked at him attentively, her eyes focusing mainly on specific regions of his body.
Approaching him, Amara gave him a peck on the lips and greeted him with a smile. "Praise be to Satan."
Her nose wrinkled for a moment, smelling her scent all over Daemom's body, her eyes narrowing with satisfaction for having erased the scent of that divine bitch from her brother.
Running her hand through his golden hair, Daemom smiled at her and returned the peck on her lips, greeting her back.
"Good morning."
He was getting used to such an unusual morning greeting from Amara, though he still found it a bit strange to see someone praising his own father.
However, having someone beside him every morning when he woke up was definitely something he enjoyed.
"Let's take a shower and start your training!" Pulling Daemom by the hand, Amara dragged him to the bathroom.
"Yes, yes, my princess." Daemom responded and let himself be led, his face showing an obvious expression of sleepiness.