Author Notes;
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Okay. I'm done reloading this. 3 I'm finally happy with it. If you're not... Well. Oh well. I love you anyway.
INTRODUCING: Mephisto's Backstory/Past. 8D
I thought long and hard about this, since I'm assuming his mother is deceased and by the way talks about Satan and Gehenna, I've come to the conclusion he hates them...both. This is just a cute interpretation of mine of why I think he hates them and other points about him. And I like to fill in the blanks of characters. This is my first story so, don't criticize me to bad. (I hate that we can't put indents. -rage. Typing perfectionist.-)
ALSO; I apologize for spelling/grammar/typing mistakes. I tend to do that a lot. ;u ;.
She was happy and laughing. She was with her mother and father. They hugged her, and then everything went dark. She had entered a world where no dreams existed. Only hatred and heart break. Nothing but bad, not really even bad, just. The opposite of good. Her eyes slowly opened, and she was bound by ropes. She was carried by them and she was dead. She spoke nothing. She did nothing. She was dead, what should she have done? What was she anymore then her name? Aliah. That's all she was.
She was dropped before a man. A man with white hair, covered in blue flames. His eyes where blue and his skin was as white snow. He was the demon Lord. He was Satan. She knew him for he would talk to her as she slept. He would tell her things about him. She hated him. He wanted her for a sexual purpose. It was said that only certain types of people could fulfill his sexual needs. Most would die during, or just didn't feel right to him and ended up dead anyway. But she was perfect for it. Or, so he said. He used her for the purpose he killed her for. He took her dreams and happiness all for the sake of having sex.
After he was satisfied, he threw her out. She was trash to him now, and he wanted nothing more from her. She stood, her long brown hair draping over her boobs, her romantic curls ending at her hips. Her soft pink lips where silent, her skin was bruised and cut. She bled in places, but not so in others. She turned and stumbled away, walking through what seemed like nothing but death.
"Child?"
She turned at the sound of a gentle frail voice. There was a man, well demon. A very old one. But his face was gentle and very non-threatening, "You have been touched by Satan I see. Please come inside and warm yourself. The outside is no place for you in your condition."
She smiled faintly and went to him. He put his coat over her naked body and led her inside. He let her sit and rest her wobbly, tired legs. She looked at him as he sat.
"What do you plan to do now child?" His large eyebrows left his eyes unseen.
She shrugged, having no idea. She hadn't really thought about it, she supposed nothing, but didn't want to disappoint him, so she remained quiet. He starred at her, even though she couldn't tell.
"Why not have a rest here while you think about it. Hm? I feel you'll put yourself into danger by going out the way you are now."
She nodded, liking the idea very much. She stood, being showed to a room. She sat on the bed and looked at him as he stood in the doorway.
"Thank you.." Her voice of silk soothed his ears as he nodded and closed the door, leaving her to rest.
She stayed there for the next few weeks, very intent on staying, not very much wanting to leave. But soon finding out she was pregnant, she would come to realize this was a bad thing. When the Geezer found out, he sat her down to explain the situation to her. And the dangers of what having a child as a demon would come with.
"You see, demon children are almost none existent in Gehenna. You know that when a baby is born, they are pure, and perfect. Well, because of this, the demons here take advantage of that and usually brutalize the baby; destroying the innocence that most demons cannot handle. Even if it is not their baby, the will seek it out by their senses and destroy it in the most appropriate manner for that moment. It's usually by devouring the child. Most woman demons graciously hand over there baby to their husbands to eat, just so that it keeps their lives safe. But you, I can sense your anger in the words I speak, and have no intention of giving away this child's life. But I warn you, this that you wish, comes with a large fee. Find yourself a quiet, secluded place to raise the child into a powerful demon, for if you don't, your future seems Grim.."
Aliah listened intently to his story and nodded, assuring him she understood. He made her a generous food basket and sent her off, away from the danger so that she may find some kind of peace here in the place it did not exist.