Deep with in the underworld, a ship, midnight blue in colour, smoothly sails along what seems like an endless ocean. From this ocean the sound of the long dead pirates and mutineers can be heard crying and begging for the mercy they are never to receive. At the back of the ship, a black haired man can be seen, leaning on the metal railings, lost in a world of his own. This man, Damien, is more commonly known around the underworld as the son of Satan. Many believe there is nothing that can frighten him.
Damien stared up at the grey clouds of smoke above his head, questioning why it took so long to reach his destination, occasionally even questioning why he bothered to make the journey. When he did ask himself that question the answer always came back to him faster than he would of hoped. Eventually bringing his eyes away from the smoke, he reached into his pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Normally he would have no need for a lighter but in the living world, someone could not, or rather should not, be capable of making fire appear at their fingertips. This meant that while he would be there, he was going to have to try and act more like a normal human, so as to not raise suspicions. He lit the cigarette.
Seconds before the deafening sound of a fog horn was to be heard, Damien shielded his ears and took great joy in watching some of the less fortunate passengers who had not expected it and now were screaming. He threw what was left of his cigarette overboard and into the ocean before heading inside to his cabin. It was about standard for the ship, a reasonably comfy single bed, a seat, a desk, dresser and bathroom. Collapsing onto the bed, Damien slowly began to return to his fantasies, most to do with the real world and the people he often saw there.
It was yet another hour before he once again opened his eyes and just as he did the room began to go white, the room seeming to simply slide off the walls. The black haired boy stood up and just kept walking forward until he started to see his destination. At the sight of it, he broke out into a run, as if he was expecting it to make an attempt to run from him. As he reached it a large red door blocked the way, with the number 14384 wrote in blue lettering at the top. Damien turned the gold doorknob and opened the door. Beyond it lay a snowy town which he once knew but hardly ever bothered to visit anymore. He readied himself, thinking of a disguise to adapt and the best way to make it as believable as possible in such a short amount of time. Taking a deep breath, Damien walked through the door into what would be, even for just a short time, his new life.
A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it's not great and neither has a lot of my stories recently. Sorry about the last one I really haven't put much effort into my harvest moon one. I still feel I haven't even treated this one that well so I'm not suprised if you have complaints. I just really wanted to write the one guys, sorry.
Please review so I know if I should bother writing more or not.