The Adventures of the Irregulars

Chapter 0: I'm what now??

Chapter0: I'm what now???

"We know of the beginning, how the Gods created the world in seven days, how He created the Angels to guide and protect humans, and how one of those angels fell from grace. But this isn't the story of Gods nor the Angels, nor the story of the Angel whose story has been told wrongly (Lucifer). This is the story of Luciel, the son of Lucifer, who wanted to change his story... and his fate to be the end of the world."

"Damn, that dream again. It's as if an author is speaking to me about the past, present, and future. I should be going to school." As Luciel reluctantly headed to school, the weight of his mysterious dreams lingered in the back of his mind. Little did he know that fate had other plans for him that day.

In the shadows between reality and the supernatural, Luciel unexpectedly crossed paths with a cloaked figure. The stranger revealed himself to be Belial, a prince of Hell and emissary of Lucifer.

"Luciel, son of the Fallen One," Belial spoke with a voice that echoed with both authority and secrecy. "Your destiny is intricately woven into the fabric of Hell. The time has come for you to embrace your heritage and ascend to the throne that your father once occupied."

Luciel's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Why me? I'm just a mere mortal, caught in the crossfire of something beyond my understanding."

Belial, with an enigmatic smile, explained, "You carry the blood of Lucifer within you, a lineage that holds immense power. The balance between Heaven and Hell teeters, and only one with the blood of the Fallen can restore it. Embrace your legacy, Luciel, for the fate of both realms rests on your shoulders."

As the weight of Belial's words settled upon Luciel, the mundane world he once knew began to unravel, revealing a hidden reality filled with dark prophecies and celestial intrigue. With a reluctant acceptance of his newfound destiny, Luciel embarked on a journey that would challenge not only his identity but the very fabric of existence itself.