Acario walked through the heated hallways of his father's palace. Servants shied away from him as he stormed toward the great doors at the end of the hall. Of course they moved away, wouldn't want to anger the cursed child of Satan.

Cursed?

Acario almost felt like laughing. Weren't all of these ignorant fools cursed? They were somewhat trapped in Hell, and if they even thought about crossing over to the living world the Exorcists would be all over them. It was either spend an eternity in Hell or take your chances and get butchered like animals by humans.

Sounds pretty damnable. Acario mused. The thought of butchering brought up the smirking visage of his older brother, Mephisto. Acario imagined the bloody demise of the candy coated pathetic excuse for a demon and a brother. Half-brother to be exact. Acario had no love for Mephisto or his other half-brother, Amaimon. He was sure the feeling was mutual, but Mephisto had thought it funny to use him as one of his stupid little toys.

Taunting him and teasing about his fire. Yes, the reason why he was known as the Cursed Son. His father and his siblings were known for their brilliant, blue fire. It was their pride, their sigil, as the rulers of demonkind. It spiked fear into those who saw it and brought a suffering death to those who were burned by it. The blue fire was a sign of absolute power. So why was he ,a son of Satan, born surrounded by red flames.

Red fire was the lowest of hellfires, nowhere near as caluscent as blue fire. It was sign of the weak. A common fire. A complete outcast to the Satanic family. Growing up, Acario learned to despise the color blue. All it brought him was loneliness and sorrow. He tried to earn his power by making himself more powerful and becoming a demon through and through but none of it mattered. It didn't matter how strong he was, or how well he could control hellfire, what mattered to demons, his siblings...his father was the color red. The stupid color red. Red...

When Acario reached the end of the hall, a servant bowed low."Our Lord has been expecting you."

Acario, ignoring him, impatiently waited for the doors to open. The large doors slowly started to creak open inward. Acario walked into a large room, blue flames lined the edges of the walls and burned brightly around the massive throne in the center of the room. He had been in Satan's Great Throne Room many times but for some reason he felt this visit would be different from the rest.

The room was empty save for the familiar form of his younger half-brother, Amaimon casually laying across the steps leading up to their father's throne.

"Oh, nii-san, your here too, huh?"Amaimon asked, he always sounded so uninterested in things.

"Yeah, father says he has something important to talk to us about. Where's Mephisto?"Acario replied, he honestly didn't care where Mephisto was as long as he wasn't here.

"Hmm, I don't think Mephisto-nii is coming."Amaimon said.

"Good."

"Oh, Otou-san's back."

Before they could say anymore, the throne exploded, the blue flames becoming even more brighter making the rest of the room darken. Then there was eerily familiar laugh that echoed around them leaving Acario shaken as it always made him feel. Satan had returned.

"My sons, I have news for you." Satan's voice came from the burning throne.

"Huh, is that so?"Acario replied.

"Yes, news that might peak your interest."Satan said, he sounded excited.

"Ne, ne, tell us, Otou-san."Amaimon said.

"We have another addition to the family."Satan laughed that awful laugh again.

"What?"Acario asked. Great, more goddamn siblings to deal with.

"Eh, is it a boy or a girl?"Amaimon asked.

"A son. A son born with my blue fire."

Just perfect, another blue child.

"That's hardly interesting, you have plenty of bastards. I'll give this brat credit for actually inheriting your blue fire but I couldn't really care less." Acario said already bored with the news.

"Is that so? Well, I forgot to mention I conceived him from the womb of a human woman."

Acario was shocked at Satan's words. A child of Satan born from a human, was that even possible? What human in their right mind would bed the King of Hell himself.

"Impossible."Acario finally whispered.

"So he's a half-breed? Does Mephisto-nii know?"Amaimon asked not nearly as shocked as Acario.

"Yes, your brother is keeping an eye on him. I just returned from meeting your new sibling, though he didn't seem keen on joining us in Hell just yet. The little bastard defied my wishes, so I killed his damnable foster, Fujimoto. You should have seen the look on his face! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Satan laughed so loud the ground began to tremble slightly.

Acario almost felt a little sorry for the brat. Some father...

"Can we see what he looks like?"Amaimon asked.

"Why not? Let's see what he's doing." The blue flames burning on the throne swirled around to form an image of a boy kneeling on the floor the katana he held was stabbed into the floor where he sat.

His shoulders were trembling. The boy was crying. The area he was in was completely destroyed. Satan's work no doubt. The early sunlight slowly creeped through the broken windows basking the boy in light.

Acario sucked in his breath.

He stared mesmerized at the sobbing boy. His skin was pale and his body was lean and lithe. His hair was black and feathery but when the sunlight shone through it, it was a dark blue. Tears ran down from his long black lashes, his plump cheeks, and over his full, soft lips. His eyelids opened ever so slightly revealing the most fascinating blue eyes Acario had ever seen. Those eyes, at the moment, were filled with undeniable sorrow. The boy suddenly cried out, he had the most adorable fangs a demon could have and his tail wrapped around his shivering form as if to comfort himself.

"Daddy...Daddy..." he cried over and over again.(A.N. In the subs he was saying daddy)"DAMNIT!"

He erupted in the familiar blue flames of Satan, his tears sizzled away but still he cried, still he cried...

"Heh, mourning over his tragic loss. He'll be getting rid of these useless emotions soon enough."

Acario barely heard him, he was so focused on the flaming boy. Acario had never seen anyone so beautiful as him, not in all his years. He was so achingly beautiful and his sobbing made Acario want to hold him and tell him it wold be alright. To envelope him in his warmth, to have the sea that was his eyes drown him in bliss. So, so beautiful...

"When can we meet him?" Amaimon asked.

"Soon but we must be careful, he's surrounded by Exorcists."

The image disappeared but it was etched into Acario's mind.

"I'm leaving."Acario said quickly walking away towards the exit. The doors creaked open slowly, but just as he walked out he heard one last thing from his father.

"Interested, now?"

Acario walked back down the hallways, the servants still shied away from him, he was still the cursed son, he still hated his father and Mephisto, his flame was still red. The crying image of the boy once again appeared in his mind, he never thought he would love the color blue.

He never thought he was capable of falling so in love with it.