Prologue: Stormy Night

~~APRIL 10, 2000~~

••SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH••

It was a stormy and hazardous night. The raging thunder rumbled loudly in the sky. The blinding yet furious lightning bolt flashed in the midnight sky. Another jolt of lightning flashed in the dark sky, hitting a watch tower that subsequently caught fire.

The thunder and lightning ceased entirely for a moment and from the black skies the rain poured down in torrents, drenching anything that stood on its way. Violent looking tornados were seen sweeping houses and trees and vehicles off the ground. It felt like the end of the world. The storm was rather ominous since the weather forecast hadn't predicted the storm earlier.

A young boy of around twelve years of age was seen sweating profusely despite the chilly weather. A loud scream escaped his lips, piercing through the air as he woke up from the scary nightmare. His hands were shaky and his heart was drumming in his chest. He was too scared to even notice the raging storm that was threatening to end the world.

In his dream, he had been chased and killed by a classmate he had bullied in school the previous day. His name was Blake Houston. A very weird kid and he had been nicknamed 'LUCIFER JNR' since a lot of horrible things always happened to people around him.

With his slightly shaky hands, he turned on the table lamp. His eyes darted to the small figure that was staring at him with menacing eyes. Fear immediately gripped his entire being and he coiled himself up on the bed.

"W-w-what are y-you doing here?" He asked in a shaky voice. His body was trembling so much that he immediately peed on his pants.

The boy who was seated on the couch looked at him with amusement dancing in his eyes. He scoffed and said, "What a loser!"

His voice was soft but the hatred seething in his voice didn't go unnoticed. He rose from the couch and ambled towards the scared figure on the bed.

The boy who was seated on the bed started yelling for help, hot tears were trickling down his eyes.

"It's of no use. No one will save you. I put your parents into a deep sleep so you can scream all you want but it's not gonna stop me from killing you." Blake said in a bored tone.

"P-p-please, please don't kill me. I would never bully you ever again!" He burst into full blown tears. He knelt down on the bed and begged for his life with fear flashing in his eyes. Was this really the end of him? Had he known, he would never had ganged up with his friends to beat him up.

"Apology not accepted." His eyes suddenly flashed red and the boy on the bed immediately felt an invisible hand choking him to death. He was lifted from the bed by the hand and was now floating mid-air. He held his hands around his neck and tried to struggle with the invisible hand that was wrapped firmly around his neck.

Knowing that it was impossible to fight the hand off, he resigned himself to fate. With his dying breath, he asked in a whisper, "Who are you?"

He pursed his lips and then a sinister smile gleamed on his face. He answered in a mocking tone, "Haven't you already figured it out Mark? Since you're dying anyways, I might as well tell you," he paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I am Lucifer's son so I think the name I was nicknamed suits me perfectly. Say hello to my dad when you see him in hell! Maybe he will try treating you better... or maybe not. After all, you bullied his son."

His last statement was filled with strong detest. A cold looked flashed in his eyes and the boy immediately dropped dead with his dilated pupils staring into space.

"Good riddance." His lips twitched a little, a small smirk forming on them as he stared at the dead boy. He straightened his suit jacket and walked out of the room. It was time to go hunting for the rest of the gang that beat him up and made a fool out of him. He was gonna kill them all one by one and look 'em dead in the eyes. Only then, would his revenge be complete!

They were all going to pay. No one messes with Lucifer Jnr!