Another chapter. Sadly, another short chapter. I hope everyone can still enjoy. After this, the next chapters will be longer. But they will not be updated weekly. I don't know when the next one will be. For me, it's difficult to update long chapters weekly. I actually work a 48-hour week. So I hope I can update the next chapter ASAP.

Please be patient with me.

Lucifer could barely contain his rage after the kids returned from Lu-Lu World. Earlier his daughter called him for an immediate transport home. She said something went wrong and they needed to leave before trouble could start. He was horrified to see his grandson walk through the portal first covered in blood. He was clutching onto Octavia's hand while being quickly pushed through by Charlie. Charlie sat Octavia down on the couch in the parlor and told Harry to get cleaned up. After he left, Charlie told Lucifer what happened.

The fact that Sinners were going to kidnap both Harry and Octavia and sell them to some other demons ignited a fire inside him. He never liked Sinners, not since Hell began to fill with the worst of their kind. His sympathy dried up after they chose to use the gift of free will for their own selfish sins. It was bad enough they used it for the one life they were given on Earth. But to continue on after death?

The Pride Ring could feel Lucifer's rage. The skies had become enraged red with clouds beginning to billow. The pentagram moon in the sky was blocked and thunder began to echo throughout the kingdom.

"Dad. Please calm down."

Lucifer turned to see his daughter and Octavia on the couch. The young owlet was curled up onto Charlie's lap and was hugging her tightly. She wasn't crying, but she was quiet and staring off into space with a blank look on her face. Charlie was slowly brushing the feathers on her scalp to keep her calm.

"Charlotte, you can't expect me-"

"Not all of Hell needs to suffer for two Sinners' faults," Charlie remarked.

Lucifer groaned and took a deep breath. Soon the skies quieted down and the began to clear. He sat down beside Charlie on the couch.

Though Charlie could try to take her own advice. When she saw her son covered in blood, she was about to transform right there in front of everyone and destroy them herself. She barely kept it together as she called her dad for a trip back to the manor.

She continued to brush the feathers in Octavia's hair. The young girl was slightly cooing at Charlie's me stroking, making her smile. She loved Octavia. She was beginning to see her as a second child. A daughter. But the thought led to her thinking about her mother and the fight they had years ago.

Lilith had not spoken to her since that day.

"I should have been there," said Lucifer. "Just because I didn't want to cause a scene, my grandson and his friend were almost kidnapped. Nobody would have dared to cross me if I had been there."

"It's not your fault, Uncle Lucy," Octavia said quietly. She patted his arm comfortingly. "Harry and I wanted to go alone. We wanted to prove we were old enough."

Lucifer gave the girl a calming smile and patted her hand. "I know, sweetie. I'm just glad Salem was there."

Years ago, Lucifer discovered the cat who came to Hell was beginning to reach the end of her age. He didn't know how old it was when it first arrived, but the signs had beginning to show her time was ending. Using his powers, he created a conscious for her and asked her what she wanted to do. The cat, Salem, said she wanted to continue to be by Harry's side. She couldn't protect him from the bad man who killed her family, but she wanted to keep protecting him as long as she could.

So, using the powers that he used to create Razzle and Dazzle, Lucifer infused Salem with power to make her immortal while also giving her the ability to transform into a demon to protect Harry. So she had been watching over him since then.

"Do you want me to call your father?" asked Lucifer.

"Please."

Harry stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Then he walked to his bathroom mirror, wiping the steam from the glass. He gazed his reflection, not recognizing himself. He was still wearing his grandfather's charm which gave him a similar appearance to his mother and grandfather. The blonde hair, red eyes, and white skin with rosy cheeks.

He gripped the charm and took it off. His appearance instantly changed back to his original form. Harry didn't know why, but this form felt more natural. It was more recognizable, too. He couldn't help but stare at his green eyes sometimes. When he did, it felt like he was staring at someone else. Someone…familiar.

But he didn't know who. Harry often stood next to paintings to compare himself to his mom, grandfather and the woman he was told was his grandmother. He looked like neither one of them. Harry asked about his grandmother, wondering if his appearance was somehow related to her, but they didn't want to talk about her. When Harry asked if it was related to his father, Charlie would get nervous and avoid answering.

Besides his awakening powers, he didn't really have any attributes that would label him a demon or an angel. No extra eyes, limbs, horns or even skin conditions. It was really confusing him, more and more each day.

Sighing, he walked away and headed towards his closet. He dressed into the suit he was going to wear to his birthday dinner latter that night, but he had a feeling it might be postponed. Before he left his room, he went to his bed where Salem was sleeping.

"Thanks for saving me," Harry said as he scratched her ears.

"Meow," she said as she licked his hand.

Later, when he arrived at the parlor, he saw Prince Stolas hugging his daughter tightly.

"I'm so relieved," he told Octavia. His gaze then found Harry as he walked in. "Thank you for protecting my daughter, Prince Harry."

"But I didn't do anything. Salem protected us," Harry tried to reason.

"But you are the one who called for your guardian. You are the one who put your body between my daughter and those monsters."

"I did what any friend would do."

"Prince Harry, please accept my thanks," Stolas said. "And the Goetia family is now in your debt."

Octavia released her father and hugged Harry. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Always," Harry said as he hugged back.

There was a flash and the kids separated. Charlie was tucking her camera away. "And that's another one for the scrapbooks."

"Mom," Harry groaned. She was always doing this. "Why do you keep taking pictures?"

"I need them," Charlie said. "We have to add more to the portfolio. It can join the one with you two are taking a bath together."

"Mom!" Harry cried in outrage as all the adults laughed.

"As much fun as it is to torture the children, I believe we must go," said Stolas.

"You're leaving?" Harry asked Octavia. "But we were going to have dinner."

"Harry, Octavia has had a trying day," Charlie said. "I'm sure she wants to go home and forget about today."

Harry looked at Octavia. She was looking at her feet, but she gave a nod in agreement.

"Well come by later when the shock has worn off," said Stolas as he placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder.

Harry nodded with reluctance. It would be selfish for him to keep Via here when she was still recovering. He walked forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked back up, leaving Harry to stare at her beautiful, pink eyes.

"It was a fun day," said Harry.

Via gave a small smile. "It was. Thank you keeping me safe, my prince." She then leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "And there is your present."

Harry felt his cheeks burn from the kiss, his mother squealing with happiness, and the hooting laughter from Stolas. Octavia quickly went back to her father, who opened his portal back to his manor. She rushed in and Harry could see her running to her room. Stolas waved to everyone before entering his portal. A moment later, the door closed.

"That was so precious!" Charlie squealed.

Lucifer chuckled as he ruffled Harry's hair. "Should I think about asking the Goetia family for a marriage proposal?"

"What? No!" Harry said. "She was just thanking me for protecting her."

"Okay then, kiddo. If you say so."

Harry growled and leapt up to wrestle his grandfather. However, Lucifer just changed into a bird and let Harry fall to the ground. He laughed as he poked Harry in the back of the head with his beak.

"Nice try. But you haven't been able to catch me before."

Harry tried to get back to his feet and try again, but his mom stepped in front of him.

"Now, now. Now is not the time. Letzi probably has your dinner ready. Afterwards, we can open your presents."

That calmed Harry down. The trio made their way to the dining room where a delicious spread was waiting for them, including all of Harry's favorites. At Harry's request, the staff was welcomed to partake as well. He knew they worked hard to keep the palace up and running so he always invited them.

When the food was gone, Letzi the cook brought in the cake. It was a three-layer strawberry cake with chocolate frosting. Edible animated figures were dancing on the surface around ten candles. The Morningstars and the staff sang the birthday song and Harry blew out the candles.

"Happy Birthday, my baby," Charlie said as she kissed his forehead.

"Thanks, mom," said Harry. He wasn't embarrassed from her display of affection this time.

Later, Harry was putting his presents up in his room. It was weird having presents when his grandfather could create literally anything he wanted to in Hell. One time, when Harry was young, he asked Lucifer to create a European football stadium after he heard Stolas talk about seeing a match on a trip to Earth. His grandfather, not one to do anything without flair, created a floating stadium with a professional size football field. Even though it was only Lucifer and Harry, they had a fun day kicking the ball around an empty stadium. When they were tired, Lucifer shrunk the stadium small enough to put in his pocket.

This year, Harry got the usual clothes, video games, and model car kits (His hobby as opposed to rubber duck building). But Harry was really excited about one present he received. Eager to gaze at it once more, he pulled the lockable case out and gazed at it again.

It was a beautifully crafted scythe. The scythe had always been the symbol of being a demon weapon. His mom was trained with a barbed pitchfork, another symbol of demons. Now that Harry had his first encounter with a kidnapper, Lucifer decided it was time for him to have a weapon to defend himself. He will be learning how to use it along with his magic lessons.

There was a knock at his door. "Harry?" asked his mom.

Harry shut the case. "Yeah, mom?"

"Could you join me and your grandfather in parlor?"

"Sure."

He opened the door a saw his mom waiting with a nervous expression on her face. He followed her, watching her as she fidgeted with her hands. Harry didn't know what was making her so nervous. Did the stress of the day finally catch up with her?

They arrived at the parlor before Harry could ask what was wrong. Lucifer and Prince Stolas were waiting. A cart with tea and snacks waited nearby, which Stolas was already partaking in. Before he could say anything, Charlie gently pushed Harry into one of the armchairs. Then she pulled another armchair closer to Harry and then grasped his arm in a comforting manner.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"I'm afraid we have much to discuss," said Stolas as he placed his teacup down.

"How is Via?"

Stolas smiled. "She's okay. We've both agreed not to tell Stella about what happened today. Such ramifications might cause her to-"

"Become a screaming harpy?" added Lucifer.

"Quite," Stolas confirmed. "But she's better and looking forward to seeing her prince again."

Harry blushed while Lucifer and Stolas laughed. But Charlie shot them a warning glare.

"Not now, please," she said.

"Right," Lucifer said. He stood up and gazed at Harry. "Harry, your mother, Prince Stolas and I made a vow to tell you about your origins when you were ready. And after your attempted kidnapping earlier today, we believe it's time to tell you the truth."

"The truth? About my origins?" asked Harry.

"Yes," said Charlie. She gripped his arm tightly with one hand while rubbing it with her other hand.

"This is about how I look, right? Why I have to wear a disguise to look like you instead of being in my true form?"

"It is."

Harry sighed and placed a hand on his mother's. "Okay. Lay it on me."

"Well, there is no easy to break the ice so let's get right to it." Lucifer took a deep breath and let it out. "Harry, you are alive."

"Ooookkaaayyy," said Harry, confused. "That's good. That's really good."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I mean you're alive in the sense that you were born on Earth. You're not an angel or a demon. You are a human Sinner."

Harry felt his stomach drop to his feet and his skin go cold. "What?" he whispered.

"For over 40 years, there has been a Sinner named Tom Riddle committing one of the most dangerous and dark acts know to the mortal realm: splitting his soul into pieces to remain immortal."

"These anchors, or soul jars, go by many names," explained Stolas. "He and others call them Horcruxes."

"When he splits his soul, he put it's in an object to remain safe. So if his mortal body is ever killed, his main soul would not pass to judgement because a piece of it is still in the mortal realm." Lucifer smacked his cane onto the ground in anger. "It's cheating against Life."

Harry nodded, confused but following along.

"9 years ago, he split his soul for a fifth time. But he did it on All Hallows Eve, the one night I can go to Earth without a summons. I left Hell with every intention of dragging that Sinner back down with me. However, the second I got there, you destroyed him."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "I did what?!"

Stolas coughed to get his attention. "There is a small population of Sinners who have abilities similar to angels and demonic royalty on Earth. But only a minor fraction of our power. They call it magic."

"Magic you have," Charlie said comfortingly.

"So my abilities don't come from our family, but from this magical population?"

"Afraid so, kiddo," Lucifer continued.

"But how was I able to destroy a…"

"The small population call themselves wizards and witches," Stolas answered.

"Seriously?" asked Harry disbelieving.

"Seriously," said Charlie, Lucifer, and Stolas.

"You were able to destroy him because of your mother," Lucifer explained.

"Your real mother," Charlie said.

"She put herself between you and Riddle to protect you. Riddle killed her and then tried to kill you. But your mother's sacrifice created a powerful, magical protection on you. It blocked Riddle's attempt to kill you and his magic rebounded on him, destroying his body."

"However, because of his soul jars, his main soul didn't descend into Hell. It roams Earth, less than a human, more than a ghost. But make no mistake about it. He is still alive," Stolas said.

Harry's mind suddenly flashed with a memory: There was a high-cackled laugh and a flash of green light.

"I went into your parent's house, sensing Riddle's presence. I found the bodies of your parents, both of them ascended to Heaven because of their sacrifice. And there, I found you. Not the Sinner, but you."

"That night, you became the Sinner's fifth Horcrux," finished Stolas.

Harry immediately touched the scar on his forehead. He never asked his mother where he got. He just assumed it was part of his appearance as an angel/demon. But now, he knew what it was.

"The mark of someone touched by dark magic," said Prince Stolas when Harry reacted. "That scar is where a piece of Riddle's soul resides."

"Can you remove it?" asked Harry.

"Either one of us could," explained Stolas. "But there is a complication added on to the soul shard."

"And that is?"

Stolas waved his hand in a circle and a purple smoke emerged from his fingertips. From the smoke came a deep, female voice.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

"That was a prophecy made before you were born. Somehow, Riddle found out about it and determined that you were the one who could vanquish him. He must have figured that by destroying you as an infant would break the prophecy before you could attain the power to destroy him.

"Which did the opposite," said Harry.

"Not quite, but yes," said Charlie.

"The problem is the prophecy makes you a Child of Fate," Lucifer continued. "And I am bound by the laws of the universe to not interfere. So that includes removing the soul shard from your body."

This caused Harry to place his free arm on his knee and press his head into his hand. His mother raised his other hand to her mouth and kissed it. A psychological weight was beginning to press heavily on his shoulders. Finding out he was a human, his birth parents were dead, and that a piece of someone's soul was in his forehead in less than hour was a little…heavy.

"What do I do?" asked Harry. "I'm living in Hell. How do I vanquish a Dark Lord on Earth?"

"One option is to return to Earth next year," said Stolas.

"Why?"

"There is a school for young wizards and witches to attend in Great Britain. Your birth parents attended when they were children. So, when you were born, a magical book that takes attendance recorded your name to attend when you turn 11."

"A magic school? Seriously?" Harry's eyebrow rose.

"I think it's really fascinating," said Stolas. "If such a school existed in Hell, I would have loved to attend."

"But what if I don't want to attend? What if I want to stay here in Hell?"

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," said Lucifer. "Even if you decide not to attend, Fate, being the bitch she is, will find some way for you return to Earth. With or without your consent."

"Harry," Charlie said as she looked at Harry. "I may have not given birth to you, but you are my son. And no parent wants to see their child go through any hardships. If you decide to do this, all of us will do our hardest to train you to prepare next year. At the very least, if you decide to attend this magic school, you can prepare on your own terms."

"And not on Fate's," finished his grandfather.

Harry once again went silent. The questions he asked himself earlier had just been answered. While the pressure of his newfound existence was weighing heavily on him, there was also a since of relief as well. He had some of the answers he was looking for. Now it was up to him to continue how to find others.

"You will help me?" asked Harry.

"We will," said Lucifer.

"Yes," said Stolas.

"Always," said his mom.

Harry gripped his mother's hand tightly and gave her a small smile. "Then what do I need to do?"