I was born on Januraury 4th,1999. My name is Vel ... I'm not sure what my last name is. I don't think I have one.
I woke up to my hellhound barking loudly, it must've been another arrival. I changed quickly and ran down to the new comer. He was an old looking fellow who was having troubles walking without a cane. I offered to help, "Sir, are you alright?" I asked while trying to escort him. He just snapped back at me yelling words I couldn't understand. A guard then came after a few minutes had gone by and calmed him down. It took both of us and some other guards to escort him to the king.
We walked through a tunnel to enter a huge chamber the size of a two mansions. There was hot atmosphere all around. The walls were made of red clay. There were prison cells everywhere encarved into the walls. Some had curtains in front of them, and some didn't. There was a throne placed in the center of the room, with a red demon sitting there with a crown. He had long, pointy horns and a bulky body.
He sat there examining the old man, then his eyes steadied on me. "Looks like my son is finally awake." he chuckled
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The Other Side
RandomA child who learns to live with a demon, grows up to become one.
