Prologue

The gods aren't always fair. Not all of them at least. Especially Zeus.

To tell the truth. There were always seven children of Kronos. The youngest, of course, was Zeus...or was he.

After the gods defeated their father, Kronos. They drew lots to decide who would be the rulers of the skies, the seas and the heavens. The earth was neutral territory.

Zeus got the skies, Poseidon got the seas and Hades was to rule the Underworld.

The seventh child, brother of the big three, was soon forgotten by most of the world. His name had no mention in the myths and he wasn't given any power. His name was Perseus...but most people nowadays know him as Lucifer, The Devil.

Perseus was remembered by christians as The Devil, and of course, most reasons why gods grow powerful is due to mortals' worship. So, over time, Perseus became very very powerful. After all, millions of people knew his name. Well not his real name but the name they had given him. He like it. It had a nice ring to it.

But he never forgot his real name. And frankly, even preferred it. He found it odd that he had lived for so many millennia, only to change his name when mortals remembered him as someone else.

He mused about his past as he sat on his red and black throne and watched the monsters of the pit inflict pain upon the damned.

A loud rumbling was heard. The pit shook with tremors. Almost as of something...or someone was trying to escape.

A demon approached him. "My Lord. Tis' your father again. He is gaining strength from his followers. In a few years he may escape. The prison will not hold."

Perseus leaned over to glance at the demon. He wondered what idiot would think about helping Kronos to rise. He smiled. Oh he was going to personally torture that soul.

"Double the defences. And double the guards. Keep attacking his essence. Scatter it further.". He then stood from his throne to his full height.

The demon looked at him inquisitively. "Where are you going master?"

He glared at the demon harshly. "Where I go is none of your business!"

The demon cowered in fear. He really didn't want to anger his master.

Perseus' eyes softened a little. "If you must know, I will be paying my dear brother a little visit.".

With that, he erupted into a column of hot red flames.