" 'This is not your parent's blood, child' it said. 'They weren't your real parents anyway, so this blood is from strangers'. It said as if that was supposed to make me feel better.

'This flames are not for you, my child, as you're stronger than them' it told me. Somehow... I knew that voice. Of course, I could barely think, as my whole city was in flames. As my family was killed by demons that came out of nowhere and started to create chaos.

As I was the only survivor...

All because all those years living with my 'parents' were just a test from my real father to determine whether I was up to the throne or not.

What throne, you ask?

The demon throne.

I was the son of the Underworld's emperor.

He suppressed my real powers and sent me to the human world when I was born so I could live as one of them, then, when the day came, he would pick me up, and would make me prove I was worth to the throne by joining the carnage as the new demon emperor.

But... things didn't work as he believed. My parents raised me as a normal person, I was well educated, and I couldn't just forget the fact that the 'being' in front of me, claiming to be my father, just murdered my parents in front of my very own eyes. He made me remember my powers and my origins, so I knew he wasn't lying...

But there was no way in hell I would join him.

In fact... I swore I would be the one ending his miserable life"