Lucas's POV

My siblings encircle me, their expressions contorted with malice, golden wings unfurling around them. “You dare show compassion to those filthy angels?” Mammon snarls, his greedy eyes narrowing.

“They are our sworn enemies, brother. And yet you would spare them?” Asmodeus chimes in, her sultry voice dripping with disdain.

I stand tall, refusing to cower before them. “The ways of our father are not mine. I will not be a tyrant like him.”

Beelzebub, the eldest, steps forward, his regal features etched with disgust. “Then you are unfit to rule. We cannot have a weak-willed devil on the throne.”

Before I can react, they pounce, their clawed hands tearing at my flesh. I cry out; the sound echoing through the cavernous throne room. The battle is swift and brutal, my brothers’ wings a blur as they descend upon me. I fight back with all my might, but their combined power is overwhelming.

With a final, agonized scream, I feel my demonic essence being ripped from my body. My vision darkens as I’m hurled through a swirling portal, the sounds of my brothers’ triumphant laughter echoing in my ears.

I tumble to the ground; the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. Groaning, I push myself up, taking in my unfamiliar surroundings.

The dank, musty scent of damp stone filled my nostrils as I surveyed the dimly lit chamber I found myself in. Chains clinked ominously as I moved, my limbs protesting the cruel bindings that held me captive. The walls were lined with intricate runes, pulsing with a faint crimson light that sent shivers down my spine.

Before me stood my siblings, their faces twisted with victorious glee. Mammon’s eyes glittered with greed as he inspected the chains securing me, a wicked grin splitting his face.

“Well, well, well... Look who’s finally awake,” he jeered, his voice dripping with malice.

Asmodeus sauntered closer, trailing a finger along the chains with a sensual grace that made my skin crawl. “You thought you could defy us and get away with it, dear brother. But now, you’re at our mercy.”

Beelzebub, ever the imposing figure, loomed over me with a sneer. “Looks like our dear brother needs some... discipline,” Beelzebub growled, his voice rumbling through the chamber. In unison, my brothers chanted in a language so ancient it sent a chill down my spine. The chains binding me glowed with a sinister energy, sealing my fate in this bleak prison.

With a final incantation, the chains flared with dark power, encasing me in an impenetrable barrier. I struggled against the ethereal restraints, but they held me fast, draining my strength with each futile attempt to break free.

Mammon’s twisted smile widened as he circled around me like a predator to its prey. “You thought you could challenge our authority and defy our father’s legacy? Foolish little brother,” he hissed, his eyes gleaming with unholy delight.

“You may have bested me for now, brothers,” I growl through gritted teeth, my voice laced with defiance. “But remember this: a devil’s spirit cannot be tamed so easily.”

Beelzebub chuckles darkly, his smirk sending chills down my spine. “Oh, dear Lucas, we are well aware of your stubborn nature. That’s why we have taken precautions to ensure your compliance.”

As they continue their twisted banter, I feel a sudden surge of energy coursing through my veins. The chains binding me pulsate with a dark power, connecting me to an unseen force.

“What have you done?” I demand, my voice trembling with rage.

Mammon steps forward, a sinister glint in his eyes. “We have bound your powers to an unborn daughter from the heavens,” he sneers. “Her existence is now intertwined with yours, ensuring that any harm that befalls you will be mirrored in her.”

My brothers’ cruel laughter echoes in the chamber, their eyes alight with sadistic pleasure at my predicament. I grit my teeth, my mind reeling with the implications of their twisted plan.

“You monsters!” I snarl, my voice seething with rage. “How could you condemn an innocent child to suffer for your petty vendetta against me?”

Mammon’s grin widens, the malevolence in his gaze piercing through me like a dagger. “Oh, dear brother, it’s not just about vengeance. It’s about power. With this bond, we hold the key to your obedience. One wrong move, and not only will you pay the price, but so will she.”

Asmodeus steps closer, her alluring form belying the darkness within her eyes. “You should consider yourself lucky, Lucas. You redeem yourself to prove your loyalty to us. Disobey, and the consequences will be dire.”

Shackled in chains that seemed to pull at my very soul, I feel the weight of centuries pressing down on me. My brothers’ sinister smiles never falter as they subject me to unspeakable torment, their twisted laughter echoing in the dim chamber.

Mammon, the embodiment of greed and malice, takes delight in each cruel act he inflicts upon me. His wicked glee fuels his every move as he revels in my suffering. The relentless agony shapes my existence as I endure their sadistic whims.

Asmodeus, with her deceptive allure masking a heart as black as night, delighting in each torment she orchestrates. Her touch sears my skin, leaving invisible scars that cut deeper than any physical wound. With every whispered taunt and every malicious caress, she chips away at my resolve, leaving behind only a hollow shell of the devil I once was.

Beelzebub, with his eye’s dark pools of malevolence, steps forward, his massive hand reaching out to grasp my chin with a cruel grip. His nails dig into my flesh, drawing blood as he forces my head up to meet his chilling gaze.

“Lucas, Lucas, dear brother,” Beelzebub intones, his voice a low, rumbling growl that reverberates through the chamber. “You have underestimated the power we wield, the depth of our cruelty.” His grip tightens, sharp claws sinking deeper into my flesh, drawing a pained gasp from my lips.

With a sadistic smile, Beelzebub leans in close, his fetid breath washing over my face. “Do you feel it, Lucas? The eternal torment we shall unleash upon you. Your suffering will know no end as long as you defy us.”

I grit my teeth against the onslaught, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing my screams. But Beelzebub is relentless in his torment, his fingers tracing patterns of agony along my skin, each touch a searing brand of pain.

Centuries go by, passaging time marked by the slow drip of water echoing through the chamber, a constant reminder of my eternal torment. The chains binding me have become an extension of my very being, their weight an ever-present burden that drags me deeper into the abyss. Each day blurs into the next, a never-ending cycle of agony and despair.

As I lie shackled in the darkness, I wonder when will the end come.

Will I ever break free from this endless cycle of pain and degradation? 

Is there a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounds me?