In the depths of the Infernal Realm, where an ancient civilization once spread terror across countless planes, stood the renowned Aatrox household. This family was revered for its innate power to command hellflames, a gift passed down through generations.

Inside the ancestral halls of the Aatrox estate, Lord Mephisto Aatrox, patriarch of the family, paced anxiously in front of a secluded chamber. His furrowed brow betrayed the weight of his thoughts as he contemplated the future.

"My lord, there's nothing to worry about. Nothing will happen to the lady and the young master," assured a burly attendant standing guard by the chamber door.

"Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Mephisto chuckled hollowly, his mind elsewhere. Suddenly, a cry pierced the air, echoing from within the chamber.

"Congratulations, Lord Mephisto. It's a healthy baby boy," announced a maid as she emerged from the room, her voice filled with relief and joy.

Mephisto paid little heed to the maid's words, his heart pounding with anticipation. With measured steps, he entered the chamber, where he saw his wife, Venelena, holding their newborn son with a smile on her face.

"Venelena, can I hold him?" asked Mephisto eagerly, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Venelena didn't answer immediately, but after a moment, she reluctantly passed the baby to Mephisto, her expression troubled yet tender.

"From today onward, you shall be named Cain. Cain Aatrox, may you bring eternal glory to the Aatrox family," declared Lord Mephisto, his voice resonating with pride and determination as he held his son close, envisioning a future where Cain would uphold the legacy of their bloodline.