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**Andras** · December 13th, 2021, 08:00 PM

Since the dawn of time, creation has been split into three realms:

Midgard, the realm of humanity, where magic is weakest.

Heaven, or Zenith: the realm of angels.

Hell, or Nadir: the realm of demons. Ruled by the Demiurge, the first and greatest of the demons, and his twelve Archons who rule beneath him, each with their own circle of Hell.

On the seventh layer ruled Moloch, master of the forge, father of fire, sacrificer of mortals. A great, metallic armored monstrosity with the head of a bull, terrifying horns and eyes from which fire poured. He stood above his subjects on an elevated dias as he ruled over them: judge, jury, and executioner.

"Daimus." he spoke, his voice deep and metallic, fire pouring from his mouth. He pointed at the one he addressed, on a pulpit far below him.

"For the crime of attempting to usurp me and rule over that which is rightfully mine...I banish you to Midgard. You will be allowed to take your son with you. Your crime of treason would merit execution...but you have shown potential. In time, you may be a great servant; my right hand. You must be humbled, forced to live amongst the mortals, so you may learn what it means to serve me."

He gestured to a massive golden statue of the Demiurge.

"Just as I serve the Great Demiurge, first and greatest of our kind, you will serve me. If you defy my verdict, or attempt to return to the Hells...you will suffer beyond your darkest nightmares before you will be executed. Now GO! BEGONE!"

He struck his great dark hammer against an anvil on his dais, tearing open a portal between the worlds, and threw Daimus and his son Aamon to Midgard.

****

Aamon fluttered on his dark wings, knocking on the door of his father's room in the mansion that they lived in.

"Dad! Daaaad! Wake up! What are we gonna do today?"

**Wizard9876** · December 13th, 2021, 10:03 PM

The demonic man groaned as he heard knocking at his door before rubbing his eyes, his mind already forgetting the horrible dream he had. It had been 3 months now since Daimus was banished from hell, and during that time he had started to get used to living amongst humans. Some might even say he preferred it. Life was simple. He didn’t have to fight or take orders from anyone, and the people were much kinder up here than they were down there. He did have to keep his son from getting into trouble though as the boy still wasn’t used to having to hide who he was from humans.

“You’re going to school today,” Daimus answered as he got out of bed, starting to head to the door. “I do hope you’re already dressed.”

**Andras** · December 15th, 2021, 03:19 AM

Aamon gasped.

"N...nuh-uhhh! Today is a school holiday! It's uhhh...demon appreciation day! All demon students get the day off!"

He was still dressed in his pajamas, and had forgotten about school entirely. He tried to fly away from the door: but what if it was too late? His dad wouldn't be happy to see he wasn't dressed!