Prologue: Birth
January 22, 1994

Since the dawn of time, Hell had only the Devil to worship and idolize. But, as time went on, Hell had new demons to idolize. Such demons were those who ventured up to the human world and left their mark in human history. In the beginning, demons fought against their enemy's religion and worked to spread fear. As time went on, though, demons started to make a new impact. They became performers, blinding the humans of their dismal existence and giving them temporary pleasure. Some became actors while others went into the music industry. One, though, took a different approach; he joined the world of wrestling and became the most famous demon of all. Throughout his time on Earth, he impacted both humans and demons alike…with one demon in particular.

After a long, grueling labor, it was over; the midwife started to wash her hands and arms as the new mother rested in bed and admired her new baby girl. The midwife smiled. "She's beautiful, Lacti."

The demoness Lacti nodded and smiled as she stroked her sleeping newborn. "Yes, she is." She studied her new baby closely. Wrapped in a black blanket, the infant had purple hair and tiny black wings on her back. Lacti stretched her own red wings, groaning at the sensations she felt. She looked at her infant again and her face slowly fell. "If only…her Father was here."

The midwife sighed and nodded. She had heard Lacti complaining about him being absent throughout the entire birthing process. She had ignored Lacti because, in Hell, only a handful of demons knew who their birth father was and even less had both parents at the birth. As she finished up her washing, she looked at Lacti. Lacti looked disappointed so the midwife decided to change the subject. "What are you going to call her?"

Lacti looked at her newborn, trying to think of the perfect name. She then smiled. "Pandora…after my Mother."

The midwife smiled and her navy-blue wings twitched with approval. "It's a sweet name. It fits her."

Lacti nodded and stroked Pandora's hair. "Yes…my little one."

The midwife and dried her arms and hands. "Well, you don't need me anymore. I'll be leaving you two."

Lacti nodded. "Yeah…thanks." The midwife nodded and left. Lacti looked down at Pandora and sighed. "It's too bad…your Father is a devoted demon. He's just…devoted to the wrong things." She looked up at the ceiling, as if she could see up to the human world.

Later that night, Pandora slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on her stomach in her black crib, dressed in a black pajama suit, and her room was dark; her Mother had put her to bed some time ago. Her wings starting to twitch, she was about to start fussing for Lacti when she heard the front door open. Despite being a newborn, she was gifted with sensitive hearing and a little more intelligence than the average demon baby. Curious, she listened as Lacti gasped. "You…"

An unknown male voice rang out. "Yes." Pandora curled up at the sound of his voice; it was raspy and foreboding, like the Grim Reaper himself. "I said I would return."

Lacti sighed. "That was months ago. You left after our night of passion…without a word. You didn't even come when I sent that messenger to tell you that I was pregnant."

The voice sighed, which sounded almost like a growl. "I'm here now…and will be for the rest of your pregnancy."

Lacti sighed deeper this time. "Well…you're too late." The sound of a chair scooting back sounded and the man gasped. "You gave birth? When?"

Lacti stayed silent for a few seconds. "A few hours ago."

The man went silent for almost a minute. Pandora wondered if the man left and started to wonder who he was. He then asked, "Where's the baby?"

Lacti scoffed. "Forget it. You're not going to see my daughter."

The voice gave a raspy growl, making Pandora whimper quietly. "Your daughter? She's mine as well. Now I want to see her."

Lacti's earrings jingled, signaling that her head was shaking "no." "You will not see her. You gave up that right when you left me to entertain those humans."

The man growled again. "You never complained before. If I recall, you were always glad to see me gone…so you could have more time with your lovers."

Lacti growled at him. "This time was different. This time, you were supposed to be here for her, not me."

The man stayed quiet and Pandora whimpered again. The air got eerily cold and Pandora did not like it. "Had you told me you were going to give birth, I would have come. You not telling me shows just how selfish you are."

Lacti hissed. "I may be selfish but you're the most selfish. You choose those pathetic humans over—"

"Over what? You? Those pathetic humans give me more love than you ever could."

Lacti whimpered a little; she sounded like she was about to cry. "Get out…and don't come back…ever."

Pandora blinked in surprise. Her mother was telling her own father to go away? The man hissed a growl and answered, "Fine…but I want to see her first."

Lacti gave a breathy laugh. "You will never see her…you don't deserve to see her…ever!"

Suddenly, the sound of a slap, yelp, and thud sounded. Pandora whimpered as the man said, "I'll go…but I hold her first." Seconds later, the door opened, letting in light. Pandora closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, as she listened to the door close and slow footsteps approach. She listened as the man said, "Huh…my daughter."

The man reached in and gently picked Pandora up. She fussed a little, scared of him, as he cradled her in his arms and against his chest. To her surprise, Pandora settled down and enjoyed his touch. Despite what she heard in the other room, this man made her feel warm. He sat in a chair and continued to hold her. "Purple hair…black wings…you're a pretty girl."

Pandora gently cooed and slowly opened her eyes. Because of the darkness, she was unable to see his face. However, she saw that his hair was like the darkness and his eyes were completely white. The eyes had a hypnotizing effect on her and she felt herself getting tired. She struggled to stay awake since this was the last time she would see him. He sighed and stroked her hair. "It's all right, little one. You can go back to sleep."

Pandora fussed and cried softly. Regardless of what she heard, she already felt love towards this man and did not want him to go. The man held her close and rubbed her lower back, settling her down. "It's all right, kid. You're strong…you don't need me to survive. You'll be able to make it on your own."

Pandora blinked and cooed softly. His rubs and words were comforting to her. He kissed her gently on top of her head and she felt a spark pass through her body. She gave another coo and fell asleep in his arms. He nodded and stood up. "No matter where you are…remember me…and that way, I'll always be around you."

Pandora cooed in her sleep. Smiling very softly, the man lowered her into her crib in the same position as when he first came in the room. He rubbed between her wings with two fingers and sighed. He held out his free hand and it glowed with black light. When the light died, he had a black rose in his hand; he put it next to Pandora's head. "My gift…to you." After a final kiss to her cheek, he quietly left.

A week later, Lacti was rearranging a few things in hers and Pandora's new home. Lacti decided to move so that she wouldn't risk a chance of Pandora's father coming back; she decided it was better for Pandora to not have a father than to have a father who was almost never there. It was tough to move but she had her associates to help. As if on cue, a demoness with moldy-green wings named Venoma walked in. "How's it coming?"

Lacti shrugged. "Along. Can you check on Pandora for me? She should be waking up now."

Venoma nodded and went into the other room. Seconds later, she came out with Pandora and a confused look on her face. "I thought you gave birth last week."

Lacti nodded until she saw Pandora. Despite being a week old, Pandora looked like she was two weeks old. Lacti glared and growled. "Even now, he haunts me."