Darkness. All I could see was darkness, it was peaceful, for the first time in a while I felt relaxed.

My mind was numb from the pain. I couldn’t see anything; I couldn’t feel anything. My arms were tied behind the chair I was sitting in. Who was I? Where am I? Those were the only things I could think of.

Oh yeah, I'm Prometheus, son of the seventh demon king, Lucifer.

What am I doing here? Where is here? I questioned myself. “Hey little runt. Ready for some more punishment?” That same person that comes every hour or so. 

The person’s voice confused me, it constantly changed between a woman’s voice to a man’s, sometimes even changes age all within the same sentence.

“Being the son of the demon king and all, you have a natural immunity to fire. So, I got some fun things to try out keke.” The person laughed.

Suddenly I was blinded by light, it was a weird greenish tint. How long have I been here? How many times have I seen this light? When I looked at my torturer they smiled. Their face constantly shifting between many different faces, many different body shapes. They pulled out a bucket from a different room and it had some sort of white paste in it.

They grabbed something to dip in the bucket before spreading it on my legs. It was cold to the touch, it burned then it was cold. What was this? The person lit a match and walked towards me. Idiot fire doesn’t work. I laughed in my head.

He brought the lit match down to the white paste on my legs. “Time for some fun boy.” they laughed, I could smell their rancid breath from here.

The white paste bursted into flames as the match got close. I didn’t feel anything at first but that’s when it hit the hardest. A scream tore out of my throat as my body convulsed from the torment I was going through. The pain was so excruciating no matter how badly I wanted to be unconscious I stayed awake for the full brunt of the controlled burning. When the pain started to dissipate it got even worse, I never thought something would burn so bad.

“It’s a special something I whipped up in the lab. Kekeke.” I could barely hear them over the ringing in my ears. “It first burns through your skin with acid then heals it simultaneously”

At this point I could feel it burning my muscle tissue then healing it. I don’t even know if I was screaming at this point my ears were ringing and I was tuning out anything and everything. Finally, after what felt like eternity the burning stopped. I took a sigh of relief until I felt them spread another thin layer of that stuff under my ribs. “No, no please. Don’t I'll do anything.” I wept.

“Kekeke, you think I'll just stop” They laughed. “After what you’ve done to me?”

I thought of all the stuff I did, but nothing came to mind. I haven’t left the castle in a few years, I've been nice to all the servants and maids. The sins all like me, unless... What brought me out of thought was the pain of my ribs being doused in that healing acid. I couldn’t scream anymore all I did was a silent yell and dry coughs. At some point I started to cough up blood.

I couldn’t see anything beyond that light, I couldn’t look beyond to look for anything to distract me. Every so often they would leave to either refill on whatever that weird paste was or to do something else. The only good thing about that paste is it healed all the wounds it inflicted before so there were no scars. Probably made it that way because they are scared of my father.

***

The door that was in front of me opened, I flinched because I knew what going to happen, the same thing that’s been happening for who knows how long but this time there were three of them. My breath was getting heavier, and my heart started to pound against my chest.

They were all those monsters with their faces changing and tone of voice swapping ages and genders. “Hehehe time for more fun.” One of them laughed. “Oops.”

He pretended to trip and dumped the entire bucket on me. My heart rate spiked I could practically feel my heart hitting my ribcage, and I could hear my self-breathing rapidly. Is this how I die? All of them seemed to burst into a fit of laughter, when suddenly they started yelling at one another. “You mother fucker I’m going to kill you!” One of them yelled before lunging at one.

They all started to claw at each other before collapsing to the ground muttering to them selves. “I’m nothing, maybe I should just end it right here right now.” They all seemed depressed.

After a few minutes of them being sad they attacked one another. This kept happening until two figures stood in the doorway. “Hey twerp, what kind of mess did you get yourself into?” The man asked. He had jet black hair with orange eyes, his pupils were thin slits like a dragon. He had crimson red horns jutting out of his head and a long scar going from the V like symbol under his left eye, and a scar under the symbol to his left shoulder.

“Diablo, don’t talk to the young master like that.” The woman smacked the back of Diablo’s head. Her hair was in a messy bun, her hair was ash black slowly fading into a violet, she looked nice.

“Melody I swear to go if you hit me one more time.” Diablo said. 

“Diablo? Melody? Is that you.” I wept.

I’m free, I’m saved. “Hey, young master, yes, it is us. We came and tracked you after you were missing for a week.” Melody’s voice was soft and caring.

My body froze from fear as I heard a noise behind me, it was the sound of a match being lit. “FOR THE MASTER!” The person behind me yelled as he tossed the match onto me igniting the white paste.

A loud blood curdling scream tore from my throat causing both Melody and Diablo to cover their ears. I blacked out from the pain of my entire body being burnt.

Diablo’s POV:

SHIT. What do I do? How do I extinguish the flames? I couldn’t think of what to do. My ears were ringing from his yell alone. The flames were a white silvery color, but how was it burning him? Wasn’t he immune to fire? When I looked around for anything that could help, I didn’t see Melody.

I saw the bastard that lit his body on fire, I kicked him square in the chest.my foot sunk deep into his chest with a satisfying crunch. He was still breathing so I went and stomped on his skull. The other two seemed to have killed each other.

Suddenly she came rushing in with buckets of water and a water artifact and started to toss water onto him. Eventually the flames went out, but it was weird because the young master was immune to being burnt. I examined his body and didn’t find any burn marks.  I grabbed the paste and smeared it on my hand and lit it with a match. My entire body seemed to convulse, the entirety of my left side was burning. He had this on his entire body?