Prelude
Somewhere deep underground, in a hollowed out rock cavern in the bowels of a volcano, a task was being given.
The cavern was large, at least the size of a football field, and the walls and ceiling glowed red with the molten lava flowing around it. The floor was a deep ebony black, along with the massive throne, which also had the red glow, along with the ebony. Dark creatures, winged monsters with rocky black hides as large as wolves crouched low to the ground along the sides of the cavern, acting as the Black Prince's guards.
The Black Prince himself was a king, despite his name. King of everything that exists below ground. He sat upon his throne, his body was black, like a silhouette. Two long black horns jutted out from his head, pointing backwards and curving up into delicate points. His eyes were red slits, angled so as to give him a terrifying appearance, with slitted pupils that stared out menacingly at the world. His mouth was human. At least it was when his lips were closed. Inside, his teeth were long deadly fangs, stark white against his silhouette body, ready to tear into any living creatures flesh and rip it clean from the bones. A mane of shadow poured off the back of his head, almost like a veil, thrown backwards. However, it was his long black hair, but it held the same appearance of the rest of his body.
"Find it, get close to it, and bring it back to me." The Black Prince's voice was deep and frightening, as if thousands of voices had said the words at the same time, with a monstrous rumble. "I want the pleasure of watching Malachai's weapon squirm and scream with pain before the light drains out of its eyes."
The Black Prince spoke to the figure that knelt before his throne. As the Prince stopped speaking, his task given, the figure stood to its full height of at least 6'6. the man was not a man, but a boy the age of 18. at least he appeared that age. His real age had been lost thousands of years ago. All that can be determined is that he is older than the Black Prince himself.
The boy was very attractive and appealing. His skin was dark, almost mahogany, and his hair was long and black, like the Prince's. His eyes were gold, such a pure shade of gold that they seemed to glow, even in the darkness of the cavern. He had broad shoulders and his arms were strong and powerful, but not huge. His whole body was lean and rock-hard with muscle. Since he was the Black Prince's errand-dog, he was dressed in modern day clothes instead of the old-time apparel that the servants and humanoid demons that lived in the Underworld wore. His legs were clad in black leather pants with a silver studded belt around his lean hips, and he wore black boots that laced up the front up to mid-calf. He wore a gray tank top and a long heavy black leather duster. And hidden concealed in his right boot was a long sharp dagger, just in case. He also had a massive claymore named Carkaroff back in his bedchamber. Carkaroff was held on his back in a scabbard with a strap that goes over his right shoulder and down to hook onto his belt before going back up over his back. The boy stood straight, his eyes locked with the Prince's.
The Black Prince spoke once more. "You have your task. Take with you to the human world what you need to complete it. Do not return until you have it. Away with you Lucifer." the Prince's voice tensed as it always did on Lucifer's name. Named after the Great Dark Lord, Lucifer was just as formidable. The Prince new that Lucifer could rebel at any time, and the Prince was worried as he always was. But he knew Lucifer could never lay a cruel had on him. And the reason why would be kept secret for eternity.
And so, Lucifer's story was put into play.