This was a long time ago, before the Casino existed in Inkwell Isles.
Before Cuphead and Mugman were born.
Before the Devil...was even the Devil.
Down in Inkwell Hell lived the Devil and his servants of the dead. He hunted the weak and the ones that owned him big time. He was a cruel, heartless creature. However, his son was different from him. The devil's son was more gentle then his father, and actually cared more about the people that served his father. The Devil was trying to turn his wimpy son into a monster. Someone that was cruel, evil, and didn't care about others. So that when his time came, he would become the next Devil.
The devil's son, escaping from his home one night, walked out of hell and explored the upper world of Inkwell. The devil's son saw many things he had never seen before. But he was soon caught by one of the local gangs and they started to beat on him, calling him a freak. That's when someone intervened.
A girl with messy brown hair and emerald eyes, and a stern face glared at the gang that was beating on the poor child. And before the devil's son knew it, the gang was getting the beating. They all ran off, leaving the devil's son and the girl alone.
"Are you alright?" The girl asked, helping the son off the ground, and dusting him off.
"Yes, ma'am..." He replied. That causes the girl to laugh, which startled the devil's son.
"Ma'am? Ha! I haven't heard that one in awhile!" The girl smiled at the boy, and stood up.
"Aren't you scared of me?" The son asked.
"Oh? Should I be? I mean, I've seen much scarier monsters than you." The girl chuckles but then sees that the devil's son looked sad and depressed. She scratched the back of her head and knelt back down to his level. "I'm sorry. Are you trying to be scary?"
"No..." The devil's son answered. "I just...I just didn't know—"
"Want me to take you home?" She asked, offering him her hand. The boy looked shocked at first, but hesitantly took her hand.
"I'm Sam Drake. What's your name?" That's when the devil's son didn't say anything. He didn't have a name. His father never gave him one. He would always just call him "Boy" or "Son". The girl, Sam, already seemed to know what was wrong.
"You don't have a name, do you?" She questioned. The devil's son nodded his head with shame.
Sam smiled. "Then I'll give you a name! I'll call you…Hmm... …David! From now, to me, you're David! That OK?" The devil's son looked at the girl and into her eyes, seeing some kind of spark in them. He smiled and nodded his head, saying that the name was okay.
TO BE CONTINUED...
