The year was 2000, peace had come to heaven and hell where angel and demon alike could love each other. In this time Lucifer had a son named Angel and everyone was happy. for they thought a day like this would never come.

13 years later

New York City Leman Manhattan Preparatory School

Angel is at the top of his class. He is refined, smart, and a good looking teen. Class was just about to start when the teacher came in. "Angel, I am always happy to see you here so early my boy!" The teacher said with a smile on his face as he walked over to his desk and sat down, getting ready for class he had to teach.

Angel looked over from the window. "Oh, hi there Mr. Hartley," the boy said as he went back to looking outside in boredom.

The teacher saw this and went up to him. He sat in one of the desks near Angel. "What seems to trouble you, my boy?" He asks with a worried look upon his face.

Angel came out of the zone and looked back at his teacher. "Sorry, Mr. Hartley, I just don't know what to do with my life. People think it's easy being the son of Lucifer." He picks his head up to look into a mirror. The teacher looks at the boy and asks, "Have you tried talking with your dad?"

Angel smiles. "He doesn't have any time for me. He's always away from home and never comes to see me. Not even on my birthday. He spends time with all the other noble kids. I heard he was in London, of all places, and he's been there for a year!" The teen puts his head down on the desk.

The teacher rubs his back, trying to comfort him. "You know what," Angel picked his head up to look up at his teacher, "you have always done good in school. It's alright if you want to go home. Get some rest. You to do this for homework." Mr. Hartley packed the boy's stuff into his bag. Angel stood, getting some pleasure in his day as he took his bag and ran out the door.

With him having to walk home, he took time to think about his life. "I'm the son of Lucifer, that's a big one," he says to himself. What will people want me to do? Why can't I do what I want?! He starts to get angry with himself while he thinks. Why the hell does he not want to spend time with me? What the fuck kind of father does that? He won't be winning father of the year that's for damn sure. He stops in the park. Would they make me get married? Would they make him be just like his father, he wonders to himself as he walks to the middle of the park. All of this keeps going through his mind. He starts to shake, "they can't make me. Won't let them make me their tool." His anger builds up so much he could not take it anymore. He screams out loud and everyone in the park turned their heads to look at him.

Angel runs the rest of the way home. "Mom, are you home?" He asks with no answer. Angel goes to the kitchen and sees a note on the table from his mom. Hi honey, I had to go with Ashley, it's her big opening week so I couldn't say no. I hope you understand, I'll be back later.

"I wonder if dad even knows that moms gay," he asks the note. Being alone in the big house no big deal, but his mom is another thing that pissed him off. She treated him more like a friend then her son. If he was to run off and never come back would one of them even notice that he was gone?

He lays out his things for school tomorrow then goes to take a shower. He stops in front of a mirror to look at himself. What is the point in all of this? Why was I born? It's like I just wasn't needed. Why have a son at all? He turns on the water and takes a shower. When he comes out he hears his dad's voice on TV. He was still in the United Kingdom, going over things with noble kids. "You have a son mother fucker!" he screams at the TV before turning it off. He lays on bed mad and then grabs his hair. What the hell am I going to do, he wonders, before falling asleep.

When his alarm goes off in the morning, Angel wakes up to face the day again. He dresses, trying not to look into the mirror. I don't see anything in it. He grabs his coat and leaves for school. Angel always got to class an hour early (there wasn't anything better for him to do). Mr. Hartley comes in and sees angel sitting at his desk, as always. "Hello my boy, you still look like someone ran over your dog. You want to talk about it?"

Angel picks his head up. "I guess so."

Mr. Hartley sits down in front of him, "I already know what you're going to say, so listen to what I have to say; it might help." Angel looks at him and waits. "Everyone goes through what you're going through. They feel like there is no meaning for them in this world, but sometimes they find their gift to the world and to themselves. Some don't because they let people keep them down. They let people walk all over them. What I'm trying to say is," the teacher put his hands on Angel's shoulders. "Don't let them if you stop them, then you can show the world, heaven, and hell what you can do. Only then can you find it."

Mr. Hartley stops and goes back to his desk. Angel sat there, staring at his teacher. "What?"

Mr. Hartley looks up from his desk to the boy and said, "your smile."