Polaris is The Princess Of The Demons. Her dad herself is the well-known Satan. Polaris thinks life is easy, until a ritual happens.
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I'm Polaris. Princess of Hell and Daughter of Satan himself. I died because of being shot and then I killed almost a lot of people when I was younger so I came here. Hell. my mom and sister are still alive in the human world. I never like our mom but my sister was the best! She was only two months old when I died so she doesn't know me. Well not too well.
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As I wait for the new arrival in hell, I decide to call my dad.
"Hi Dad."
"Hey Aris"
"How you doing Dad?"
"I'm doing good, just watching the world and how everyone's dying."
I laugh. That's got to be the best thing to do in my free time. "What are you doing Aris?"
"Waiting for the new arrival. She's not here yet."
"Oh, Let me see where she is... She hasn't died yet."
"Oh alright."
"Oh scratch that out, she's drowning and nobody's helping."
"Ouch."
And then a woman with black hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen walked into the room. "See you later dad, she's here." I say into the phone. Dad said bye and hung up on the phone. "Well welcome to Hell."
