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Hello there...

I hope you've had a great holiday and New Year period.

It's been very busy on my end as my family hosted Christmas this year and there wasn't enough alone time to write, but now I'm back with hopefully a more consistent upload schedule.

PS: …yay… fanfiction finally fixed their viewer count, it only took them almost an entire bloody year yay…

Anyway please enjoy

*8:45 AM*

Hayden woke up and had a great night's sleep for the first time in a very long time. As he stood up to stretch the events of the previous day, his sister came ove-

Quickly, he bolted into the garage and almost ripped the door off its hinges, and much to his relief, the ritual for the portal was still there. Hayden realized that he was one of the few people in the world to be happy at seeing a pentagram in his house.

'Now I have to hide this.'

No one went into his garage anyway, but just on the one-in-a-million chance someone ever went into his garage, it would be a very awkward conversation.

He looked around the garage and saw an old desk and on one of the drawers was a latch for a padlock. "That could work," Hayden thought out loud "But later."

He opened the pantry.

"Oh, right…" he deadpanned

*9:30 AM*

Hayden pushed his shopping cart through the isles, glancing around for anything he might need. Occasionally, he tapped his right earbud to change the song he was listening to.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello, I've seen you're accepting commissions for your art, is it possible for you to draw me a logo for my business?" Attached to the message was a poorly drawn concept logo.

"Sure thing, can I text you in an hour?"

"Absolutely, I look forward to it." He put his phone back into his pocket and resumed making his way through the store. After getting everything he needed, he sat in his car and looked at the receipt, "Fuck, I'll need to start dipping into my savings at this rate." Letting out a sigh, he turned the keys and started the car.

*10:25 AM*

He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, a couple of bags of groceries in his hands, and made his way into the kitchen. Placing the bags on the counter he began to put away his shopping.

Afterward, Hayden was in his bedroom with a bowl of instant noodles in front of his drawing tablet, drawing a new logo design for his client. After messaging them and doing a bit more research on them they were a car detailing service. 'Essentially, a glorified car cleaner.' Hayden thought to himself. But they were willing to pay him for a logo.

*1:00 PM*

A few hours passed and Hayden finally finished a design he was satisfied with and sent it to his client a few moments after that he saw a notification of a confirmed transaction in his bank account.

Hayden let out a small sigh as he put down his phone and went back to the living room, taking his now-empty bowl with him. Other than drawing his dreams and memories he was proficient in drawing logos and characters so he had a small side gig drawing for a commission. It only brought in a little but currently, it was better than nothing.

Turing on his Xbox and plopping down on the couch he selected Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order. His phone dinged, he looked at the screen and saw the ID was the one Charlotte used to text him last night.

"Hey Brother, you there?"

Very quickly Hayden responded, "Yeah, I'm here whats up?"

"I managed to get tomorrow off can I come over?"

"Of course! What time you coming around?!"

"Around 10 AM"

"Awesome can't wait"

"Great! See you then"

Hayden quickly put down his phone and turned off his Xbox. "Star Wars can wait." he said out loud while standing up, "I need to give this place a clean."

*4:30 PM*

Hayden placed down his razor and wiped the excess water off his face while staring at the mirror. After cleaning his house from quite literally top to bottom, he took a shower and shaved.

Only now did he realize, it wasn't a (full) human staring back at him. He carefully dragged down his lower eyelid with his fingertips. His eyes were always a very impressive shade of green to the point where some people even accused him of wearing contact lenses. He then did a toothy smile revealing his canines. Like his eyes, they weren't natural for a human. They were slightly longer and sharper than normal.

He stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes and after grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen he plopped down on the couch. "Okay, now time for Star Wars." he grabbed the bag of chips and opened them. Only for bag the rip and spill onto the floor.

"I JUST VACCUMED THIS FUCKING FLOOR!"

After vacuuming that part of the floor (again) he finally began playing his game. However, after only a few hours of playing, he found his eyes slowly drooping...

The front door of a wonderfully lavish mansion opened revealing a green-eyed demon wearing a red leather jacket with black jeans and combat boots. Wrapped around his shoulders, a red cape flowed gently as he entered the dwelling.

Immediately, a lamp turned on and a figure dressed in a white suit and top hat stood up from his chair. "Where have you been!?" he demanded to know.

The demon didn't even acknowledge his presence, instead just replying, "Out." The green-eyed demon turned to walk away only to be stopped by an apple-topped cane blocking his way.

"Out where?"

He turned to face the cane's owner. "Well, Lucifer if you must know." He pulled up his hand and raised a finger for each point, "We had a bowl of icing sugar, played with some shotguns, had some drinks, helped a friend get laid, and smashed some mailboxes. In other words a rather productive night."

Lucifer pointed his cane at his son's face in frustration, "Do you have any idea just how much of an embarrassment this type of behavior is towards our family?!"

"Okay, two things, one," he flicked the apple-topped cane out of his hand, making it clack loudly on the tiled floor. "Don't point that shit at me, and two everybody does this type of shit. It's Hell for Fuck's sake."

"Don't change the subject, Spawn. The point is we are royalty! And as royalty, we need to uphold certain values and most importantly-"

"Oh, don't pretend that you give a fuck about anything beyond the walls of this mansion!" Spawn cut him off while rolling his eyes. "Maybe if you stuck your head out the window every once in a while you would know that!"

"Stick my head out the window," Lucifer repeated and walked over to the nearest window and opened it, "Okay fine, what do you expect-" Suddenly, a convertible on the road beyond their extravagant front yard drove past with a group of demons drinking and cheering, one of them firing a handgun into the sky as it sped past.

Lucifer gritted his teeth in annoyance, closed the window, and began to walk away. All the while Spawn had a smug smile on his face. "Wipe that fucking smile off your face," Lucifer growled.

"Okay, Daddy."

Lucifer stopped and turned back, "Excuse me?"

"Yes… sir."

Hayden then opened his eyes and found himself lying on the couch, his controller still in his hands as if he was still playing. "Did I sleep?" he wondered out loud, slowly sitting up and rubbing his head. Weirdly, he still felt tired. "Oh well, bedtime."

He turned off his TV (his Xbox turned off automatically) stood up, and put the half-finished bag of chips back in the pantry. He then blushed his teeth went into his room and fell into his bed. Before slumber overcame Hayden once again a single thought ran through his mind.

"My name was "Spawn?"

Hope that was good at least.

Thanks for reading.

See you in the next chapter.