The son of A Devil

Chapter 1:The Edge of Everything

Chapter 1: The Edge of Everything

Aloin had always known the world could be unkind. At seventeen, he had grown accustomed to the orphanage's cold, indifferent stares, the way the other kids treated him like he was something fragile. In truth, he was. With a heart too big for his slight frame and eyes that saw too much, Aloin navigated life with the caution of a scared puppy and the grace of a shy cat.

The night was unusually quiet, a velvet blanket of stars overhead as Aloin slipped through the streets of the small town. The orphanage's curfew was long past, but he needed this-these moments of solitude where he could breathe without the weight of judgment.

His breath hitched as he turned a corner and found himself face-to-face with a figure cloaked in darkness. The man's eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a glint that sent a shiver down Aloin's spine.

"You're Aloin," the man said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo off the walls.

Aloin nodded, his throat dry. He had no idea who this man was or why he knew his name, but something told him to run. Yet, he couldn't move, rooted to the spot by a force he didn't understand.

"Who are you?" he managed to whisper, his voice trembling.

The man stepped closer, the shadows peeling back to reveal a face that was both handsome and terrifying. "I am your father."

Aloin's world tilted. "My father? That's impossible. My parents... they're dead."

"That's what they told you," the man replied, his gaze piercing through Aloin's defenses. "But the truth is far more complex. I am Daemon, the Demon King, and you, my son, are destined to take my throne."

Aloin's heart pounded in his chest, a wild, caged thing. He shook his head, backing away. "No. No, this can't be real. Demons don't exist. You're lying."

Draven's expression softened, just a touch. "I know this is a lot to take in, but it's the truth. Come with me, and I will show you the world that has been hidden from you."

Before Aloin could protest, darkness enveloped him, a void that swallowed him whole. When he blinked his eyes open, he was no longer in the alley. Instead, he found himself in a grand, eerie hall, its walls adorned with dark tapestries and flickering torches.

He spun around, panic rising. "Where am I?"

"Welcome to your new home," Daemon said, his voice echoing through the vast chamber. "This is the Underworld, and you are its prince."

Aloin's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor. Everything he had known was a lie. He felt lost, scared, and hopelessly alone. But somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance flickered.

"No," he whispered, his voice gaining strength. "I don't belong here."

Daemon knelt beside him, his gaze intense. "You belong more than you know. And you will understand, in time. But for now, you must learn. Tomorrow, you start at the Academy of the Supernatural. You need to be prepared for the world you are about to enter."

Aloin looked up, his eyes wide and vulnerable, yet filled with a steely resolve. "I won't let you dictate my life."

A ghost of a smile played on Daemon's lips. "We shall see, my son. We shall see."

As the night pressed on, Aloin lay in a grand room far from the familiar confines of his orphanage bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. He was terrified of the days to come but also strangely exhilarated. For the first time, he felt a spark of purpose, a hint of a destiny he had never imagined.

And as he drifted into a restless sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him in this dark, twisted new world where he, Aloin, the orphan boy, was the prince of demons.