Son of the devil (open to all)

[nightbladered]

Satan snapped his fingers and one of the lesser devils brought him a hell paddle. Unlike like a normal paddle marks made by this one lasted for life. "Don't make me scar you boy. You will submit!"

[Drane]

Amon whimpered, looking at the paddle. "y-y-yes.... s-s-sir. please.... no more..."

Draco could sense his brother's pain. Taking a deep breath, he sent a message to Amon secretly, adding enchantments that made it so Hell could not twist it in any way. "Amon, this is Draco. do not give in. I will take your pain." Amon heard the message, than turned back to Satan. "Fuck you." he spat, hoping Draco knew what he was doing.

[nightbladered]

Satan frowned and focused. Ah that was the the issue. He was still connected to Draco. Satan waved his hand creating a barrior between the two. Amon felt the connection cut off. "Now Amon do I have to paddle you or are you going to listen to me?" Satan asked.

[Drane]

Draco gritted his teeth. "Damn..." focusing, and using his angelic powers, he set up a smaller connection, undetectable by any means. "Amon... don't worry..." he whispered, staying quiet in order to not attract Satan's attention. Amon bit his lip, than said, "NO!"

[nightbladered]

Satan sighed and caused Draco to get a giant amount of feedback overloading his system and knocking him out. Turning back to Amon he smiled. "Now that the annoyance is out of our way you were saying?" he asked turning the paddle over slowly in front of Amons eyes.

[Drane]

just before Draco went out cold and fell from the sky, he muttered, "Amon's... only.... chance...." channeling his energy, Draco caused Amon to take the form of the 14 year Draco was, with Draco taking on Amon's 6 year old form. as he fell, Draco slowly turned younger, getting smaller and smaller as he plummeted to the Earth, right above Belail and Central.

Amon felt himself growing, but along with that growth came his demon form. In a few minutes, Amon stood before Satan, his hair dark red, his eyes light red, black horns in his hair, wings on his back, a demon tail whipping the ground, and black leather clothes. "Wh....what happened to me?" he stammered, looking over his slim, muscled body. he looked at the claws on his hands and bare feet with disgust and sorrow.

[nightbladered]

Satan sighed some more and crushed(litarity) the boy back into his human form before placing him back over his knee. "Now I will ask for the final time will you submit?"

[Drane]

Amon pushed himself off Satan's lap, than regrew his demon side. "Yeah. I'll listen." he gave an evil smile. "What shall we do first, father?"

Draco hit the ground, but did not wake up.

[nightbladered]

Satan tested the boys truthfulness and found he was lying. Grabbing Amon he pulled him back over his knee and raised the paddle. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. Blisters appeared on the boy's/demons bottom.

[My_Secret_Life]

((Hello gentlemen; I see things haven't changed a bit. Well; I'm back from vacation and I had a wonderful time. I'm also another year older; so let me try and catch up with you too...with this oddly confusing new storyline...))

Belial and Central continued to coverse, unaware of the entire situation and ignorance of Belial's two 'sons.'

"Knowing Draco..." Belial said. "He'll probably act without thinking and make everything worse..." He sighed, shaking his head. "Never listens that boy..."

As is on cue, Draco's new child-like body crashed to the ground next to him.

"Holy Heavens above..." Central said, completely awstruck. Belial was quite shocked as well.

Both rushed over to his body; Belail picked him up, shaking him to wake him up.

"Wake up Draco...c'mon now!" Once Draco opened his eyes, Belial barely gave a sigh of relief. He looked over Draco, frowned, and shook his head. "I'm going to regret asking this; but what the hell did you do?!" His voice was strict and furious...

Both he and Central listened to Draco's story, the now much younger boy recieving plenty of disapproving looks from Belial.

"Damn it Draco!" he scolded. "I don't know how many times I've told you to keep a good head on your shoulders!" He sighed, shaking his head.

"Well, what now?" Central asked.

"We have to get into hell first...." Belial said. "But doing that will be even more difficult thanks to someone!" He glared at Draco.

All was silent for a minute. Belial and Central thought hard.

"Wait!" Belial said, getting an idea. "A demon once told me there were portals opened all over the place, they were just hidden."

"So we find one and we'll be able to step in?" Central asked, earning a nod from Belial. "And how to we find one?"

"Only demons of hell can sense and find them." Belial said; his look became serious, he was thinking hard.

"No," Central told him firmly. "You can't."

"I have to." Belial said. "If God is as forgiving as my own adopted father taught me to be he will understand."

Central looked at him doubtedly and said nothing. Belial handed Central the child Draco; he gave the boy a firm look once he was in Central's hold. "You better listen to her; or things will be even worse when we get back home!"

With that, he closed his eyes; a dark energy filled the area, giving Central chills. Belial opened his eyes, which were now crimson, as he began to growl. Draco and Central could only watch as Belial's robes were torn as bat-like wings erupted from his back...and that was only the begining.

His claws grew, and his skin went from a handsome ivory to a dark devil black. His teeth became razor sharp and his hair went from snow-white to a dark blonde. Finally, he calmed, looking at Central who was trembling slightly with fear. Belial smirked, as if amused by this.

"To Hell? Shall we?" he asked; his voice was different as well, sounding like Satan.