A/N: Hey, yeah I know I have not done things since last year, but that was because of school and I just, lost the will to write. I just had huge writers block. But I am back, and I will try I WILL TRY to keep this an actual story, so stick with me. And enjoy my latest monstrosity.

"MOMMA, PAPA!" screamed a young boy around the age of 5. This boy was walking in the middle of a burning ruble of what used to be a village. He had black hair with a single clump of white in the front of his face. His eyes were a strange color of brown in one and yellow in the other.

He did not know why he was yelling for these two people. He hit his head when the village was attacked. He just thought that was the right thing to do. And thus he continued to scream until he could scream no more.

But his screams were not in vain, a creature heard these pleas for help, and decided to investigate. In search of what could cause such an annoying sound!

Back to the boy, he was crying, for he did know where or who he was. And in some mysterious village, that for all he knows he could of caused the destruction of. Then he heard a voice.

"Seriously, what is that noise from Hell?! It's destroying my sanity!"

The boy ran to the unknown voice, perhaps it was his supposed 'Papa'. Until he saw it.

A gigantic creature, about the size of a four story building. It had a serpent like body, but instead of scales, it was vertebrae. With a giant spike at the end of it. The arms were long and bony, and black like the rest of the body, but instead of bones, it was like a rock substance, with claws that could tear flesh on each of its fingers. With skinless, bony wings and a bull like face with many tusk like horns. While what seemed like fire was burning in between the bones.

"Huh, a child, what are you doing in the middle of a warzone? I think." Asked the giant creature.

The boy stayed quiet, looking at the creature in awe. Until he came to a conclusion and said the one word that would set his life into a giant adventure.

"PAPA!"

"Eh?" asked the monster as he stared at the boy hugging him.

"Well, I was looking for my papa, and you just looked like a good one!" said the boy with a smile across his face.

"Uh, okay. So do you have a name?"

"I… I can't remember."

"Well, I guess I can give you one, how about… Vulcan?"

"That sounds perfect!"

But they were interrupted by a shout from a human.

"Hey we missed one!" and men wearing robes and masks with a symbol over their eyes came running from the ally way. Not seeing the creature until they rounded the corner and stopping in fear.

"W-WHAT THE H-HELL IS THAT THING?!" one person yelled.

"KILL IT!" another yelled. Then they started to attack with their magic. But could not do anything to it.

"YOU DARE ATTACK ME?! THE FIRE DEVIL BARON, INFERNOS!" screeched the supposed devil. He then prompted the newly named Vulcan to stand back.

He began to collect magic energy to his mouth, and the pressure of it all was enough to make even people on the other side of the village to feel the strength of it.

"FIRE DEVILS SCREECH!" After those words were spoken, brown, hellish flames shot forward and burned the men to ashes.

After their little encounter, Vulcan and Infernos promptly left the village. And to train Vulcan into a powerful devil slayer.