Prologue: Part 1 The Devil Knows
I don't own anything
I didn't know what to think at that very moment... I was outside of the cage. And when I say outside I mean outside, on earth in some random park filled everyday people, with their children. But it felt different, it didn't have the touch my God would give to the earth he made, this was one of the trillions of earths out there in the multiverse. To be more exact, I talking about the earth with the big red dragon on its lawn, the one that most angels don't tend to visit because of it.
I could just feel the power coming from the dimensional gap, and I knew exactly what it was. This was the universe that my Father told me and my brothers to never visit when we were younger.
However, my main question wasn't why I was in this universe, it was why I was here. The last thing I remember was arguing with Michael in the cage, then all of a sudden being kicked onto this back water universe with good Old Nick as my vessel again. However with a little more duct tape sticking him together this time.
There were only three beings in existence that I knew of who could kick open the cage's locked doors and toss me out into this hermit world. However, the Darkness was probably still stuck in Cain's arm, Death and I weren't on the best of terms after the whole me enslaving him and jump starting the Armageddon ordeal, leaving only one being.
God
But why would my old man wait me out of the cage? Was Michael out too? The big G and I weren't on the best of terms as well after those hairless apes can in the picture, but he was the most probable candidate, so why? And why give me a vessel that melting every waking moment?
Bizarre
That was the only word that I could find to describe the situation. I still feel all of my Grace intact, so he defiantly didn't neaf my powers so I would start another apocalypse in this world, so what was his plan?
God was a master strategist, he was detailed with his plans, and had a hell of a lot more experience than anyone in existence with organizing out what's going to happen, when it's going to happen. But all of that led me to the million dollar question, what did he want me to do exactly?
Does the old man what me to say that I'm sorry, and that I'll never do it again? Did he really grant me, a little bit of leg room just to hear me say it? If so then he should go screw himself and just send me back right now, because there is absolutely no way I'm doing that. Sorry, but not sorry.
It's God who should be apologizing to me, as well as all of my brothers, and sisters. He wanted us to love a bunch of monkeys that should aborted the moment they came out. He wanted us to love these creatures more than him, our father, so I didn't the only sensible thing I could do, I rebelled. So what did he do to me, his second oldest son? He forced my brother, Michael, to toss me into a deep dark pit, to be forgotten. Then what did he do to his loyal sons and daughters who stuck by him you may ask? He left them! He left to go get a pack of cigarettes and never came back!
No, he know better than that. It would be easier to get an apology from a pedophilic ex catholic priest, than it would be from me.
So why would he do this? I could ponder on that question for weeks and get nothing out of it. I need to know more about this world, and possibly the why he sent me here.
This world was mainly isolated from the rest of the infinite amount of worlds due to the Red dragon on its porch. So it's celestial bodies, and system most likely was different from my own. However, there were a few constants in most outside world, and it was that there was, most of the time a version of God, as well as, most likely a version of the Devil as well.
I could look for him, possibly form some kind of pact. But that would be a bad idea for two major reasons. Frist, I didn't know anything about this world, and he could take advantage of that, I know I would. Second, it might start a confrontation, and I don't have an extra army of demons laying around.
But that leads me my second problem, different universe means no support from Hell. Granted there was something similar to my Hell in this universe that I could sense, but it wasn't the right, it felt clean, orderly, and less twisted.
It wasn't right.
That mean a couple of things. First was that the demons of this world were either very much different, or other version of me didn't make any demons, but instead something else; creatures that might not want a new boss. But then again, I could always create a new batch of demons in this world. Twist and torture a few sinful souls here and there then BAM, Demon army in the bag.
It would take time, and patience, but I had both, a parting gift from that terrible Pit.
If I was going to find out more about this universe I would need soldiers and spies, an army of demons would greatly help with that. Hell, this might be even be fun.
The possibilities were endless, God may have send me here for a reason, the one that going to choose what that reason is will be me. I go by many titles, Satan, the Devil, the Prince of Darkness, but I prefer the name given to me by God himself, Lucifer.
I could feel a cheerful grin growing, and it wasn't wrong. I started to laugh, harder than I ever did.
"Yes, this is definitely be fun." I whispered to myself.
I looked around to see that I was now the only person in the park, apart from a small boy with brown and dried tears on his face looking at me as if I lost my mind. I could feel something in him, something powerful, I would have to keep an eye on him for in the future. I nodded at him, and disappeared in thin air, unknowingly changing his life forever.