Ok, let's do this thing. Hi. The name's Lucifer, or as many call me, Lucy. I greatly dislike this name, but nobody seems to care about that. This is Hell, what do you expect? Anywho, today is my first day of Satan's (my dad's) School for Young Demons. Yea, I know, it's a mouthful. Let's just get this thing started.
The Harpies screech, and the blood moon hangs high above my window. It's the perfect day to go outside and torture some souls, but I've never been too good at that, and the moon, even on a cold day, could give you third degree burns if you don't lather up in moonscreen. That's only the worst of it, I could mention at least a thousand more ways as to not go outside, but that would take forever. Any way you put it though, it'd just be better to stay inside. But today, I have to go outside, and not only that, I have to… socialize. Ugh, even the thought of having to talk to other demons and spawn makes my stomach curl. I sit up in my bed, and sigh. Off the bed I go.
As my feet hit the floor and the sheets roll off my bare body, I rub my eyes with the sides of my hands. It's the first day of a new school, the school that had only finished being made earlier that moon cycle. I close my eyes, and sigh again, this was going to suck. Nevertheless, I pull on a long sleeved shirt, and a dirty pair of jeans to start off the day. I roll my head around my neck, and grunt as it cracks. I then twist my body all the way around, and listen to the quiet popping of my undead body yawning. Alright, morning stretches done, now onto the morning meal.
I trot slowly down the creaking stairs, and shoo the cobwebs made last night from my face. The smell of rotting eggs and pig corpse wafts up to my nose, and my stomach growls. Mmm, yummy. This is the life of the son of Satan. Laid back breakfasts and a supply of clean clothes, I hate it. Why couldn't I have been spawned into a normal family. One with parents who hate you. My parents constant wooing me on has delayed my spark of terror, which means I look like a puny human. I have no horns, like my mom and dad, and no long fangs, like my uncle Boogie. But I suppose this does get me attention, just not the attention that I want.
I leap over the hole to the basement (where dad works) and walk into the kitchen. M0m's in there, breathing her decaying breath all over the bread, making it mouldy and stale. Deftly, I grab a chunk of the pig from the fridge, and nab a slice of the freshly molded loaf and bite deep into it. Mom looks at me and smiles, then walks over.
She growls, and ruffles my hair. Lovely. "Thanks." I say, laced with sarcasm, "And yes, as a matter of fact, these are the same pants I wore yesterday." Mom lets out another low grumble, and her large goat face twists into a worried expression. "No, I do not need to change, I'm fine." She sighs and bleats something under her breath, but I don't take notice of it. Dad then saunters into the room, with a smile on his face, and his special tie around his neck.
"Hey Luce!" He says to me as he pats my head, "You excited for the first day?" I hiss a swear at him, and glare. "Me too bud, me too." Urgh, I hate when he does that. "You know," I say to him, "I would be a l0t better off just practicing my summoning skills at home, instead of y'know, going to school?" Dad laughs, and picks up a piece of bread. He wags the slice at me, and says, "Oh I hope that was true kiddo. I have to work too y'know, and that's not easy." I roll my eyes, and sniffle as I scoff down the rest of the toast. Standing up, I place a hand to my face, and take a sniff of my breath. The rank smell wafts up to my nose, and makes me recoil. Ok, so today I mights want to brush my teeth. Quickly, I dash back upstairs, and open the door to the bathroom. Inside the toilet, I find my pet, Stink-wiper. He's quite a lovely pet, eating dung and filth around the room. "Hey stink!" I call as I trot over to the sink,
"How's it going bud?" Stink gives a gurgle in reply, and his tentacles wiggle happily. I reach over to the sink, and step in a puddle of grime and soot. "Ugh," I groan as I lift my foot from the goo, "Stink-wiper! I told you to go in the litter box!" Stink grumbles guiltily, and shuffles into the corner to hide. I glare at him as i slowly pull the sock off and toss it into the dirty laundry pile. I sigh, and pull out a random dirty sock from the pile and slip it onto my foot. I saunter over to the sink, and grab my Death Skulls toothbrush. I've had this thing since I was a little spawn, but mom bought me a six pack, and I would be using a toothbrush with an outdated (but good) band on it. I swash the brush along my teeth, and lick my teeth after the brushing.
I walk back down the stairs, and grab my bookbag from the railing of the stairwell. I sigh and force a smile at the kitchen doorway. "Bye!" I call with a struggle, "I'm going to walk to Puma's house, Bye again." Dad teleports in front of me, with a suitcase in one hand, and the other on his hip. "Not so fast little man," he says, "I know you don't like your cousin Terry, but he doesn't have a ride. And you think I wasn't a kid once? I know you're going to take forever to get there and miss out on school." I grumble, and roll my eyes. Does he ever let up with his all seeing eyes? No. The answer is no. I huff, and end up clambering into dad's car to go to Terry's house. The drive is long, and feels like an eternity. I sigh, and put a hand on my face as we pull up to Uncle Boogie's house. Terry climbs into the car and grins wickedly at me. I roll my eyes and growl at him, but he only laughs a little. "Hello Lucy!" He says with a giggle. I bare my teeth, and clench my fists. "Hey… Terrence." He scoots closer to me and giggles again. "Hey, hey Lucy!" My eye begins to twitch, and I heavily roll my eyes. "Don't call me Lucy. My name is Lucifer." He cackles, and buckles in next to me. This was going to be miserable.