[ongoing] Viodin. Son of God. Nephew to Satan. Beloved. Yet chased, from the glories of heaven to the depths of hell. A shocking journey of a kid who finds himself in a war of rulers of the realms. . . "Don't make me regret my decision of taking you." Lucy smirked slightly, pitying his poor decision. "You will. My dear Father." The child declared with victory in his eyes while there was a slight defeat in the Satan's eyes. The abhorrence for the child grew in him ounce by ounce as he stuck to him like a parasite; more like his child.