Lucian Stefan Pavel was my full name but only my creator called me that. I had to leave daddy on my 9th birthday when some scientists came to take me away. When I was shipped to was called The United States of America none of the new scientists called me that. They just called me Fane which, I suppose, was a nickname for Stefan. Behind my back, however, they called me "Demon" and "Devil Spawn".

The way they talked made it seem like I was never meant to be born. That's what made them confusing to me. If I was all those things then why make more like me? They weren't all the same however. The scientists called them things like Vampires, Lycans, Goblins and Fallens Angels.

The scientists worked on my brothers and sisters with fear in their eyes but when they examined me I could smell how terrified they were of me. I wondered why they were so scared of me when I overheard a lady scientist talking to a male scientist in the other room.

"There's no doubt about him, Chris. This kid is seriously the Demon King. There's no other explanation for his genes being a hybrid. We've tried and tried and tried to create a hybrid but it always fails. He is the Demon king just like Dr. Cyprian told us before we took him." 

'Dad? He said I'm the Demon King? But... but he said its the one thing I can never be.' I remembered all the pictures he'd shown me. The blood, gore and death that a Demon king could cause. That a Demon King could kill him and everyone with no regret or care.

I must've gone into a rage. All I saw was blurred white walls with red dancing at the edges, the bloody red color slowly inking in. There was yelling, screaming, loud siren sounds but the entire frenzy had slowed time down. The stampeding scientists were as slow as the snail my dad once showed me.

The voices were louder now and even though they roared in my eyes I couldn't understand what they were saying. Something was trying to hold me down but everywhere I was being burned-no scorched to death. The pain was horrifyling real and I let out an ear-peircing scream, every fiber in my body fighting and struggling.

I opened my eyes and I looked up into a man scientists eyes. I saw my raging black and red eyes in his alarmed grassy green ones before they closed and he fell to the floor. Dead. 

More hysterical screaming and more burning chains pushed upon me then suddenly nothing. There was a tiny sting on my right shoulder and when I looked over I saw it was a needle and inside it was a greenish blue substance that I had never seen before. It left me tired, cold but significantly better. It couldn't, however, stop me from breaking down. The tears came in a trickle at first but then burst like a waterfall. 

The words I uttered were so garbled up that a pretty scientist knelt down to hear what I was saying. None of them were expecting that I would jump into her arms and cry out a throaty and pathetic, "I don't wanna be a Demon King! Don't let me be one please. I promise I'll be a good boy!"

The scientists were terrified but the pretty lady who smelled like flowers just smiled at me. Her eyes softened and she hugged me. The pretty lady gently pet my head and told me the sweetest words.

"Don't worry honey. We'll never let that happen to you."