First Demonic Dragon

The child was far from a fool. Even if he was only born a couple of minutes ago.

There was no way he was just going to saunter off with some entity he didn't even know. Much less one he couldn't even look at.

"Fun..?" The word sounded foreign coming out the demon child's mouth. "I don't believe-"

Spare me from listening to your refusal. What other choices do you have? Stay in this universe that is about to die and be rewritten, or break free and spread a little mayhem with me.

The baby heard something that piqued his interest irrevocably.

"The universe… this?" The baby made a gesture of 'fullness' with his arms.

What a smart boy. Only a couple of minutes old and already acquiring a basic understanding of cosmic otherness and his role in eternity. Aren't you gifted.

The child didn't know why, but listening to praise from this individual was almost grating in a way. He didn't really want it at all.

"How are you so certain this is about to end?"

The child watched his reflection place his hand on his chin and assumed a thoughtful expression.

It is difficult for me to explain it to you. You can attribute it to the fact that my brother's not very unpredictable, but I also happen to have a rather exemplary gift for foresight.

The child wasn't sure what he hated more. Hearing the entity compliment him, or compliment itself.

Just know that if you and I ever hope to have any fun, then you might find it in your best interest to come with me now.

"I told you, I have no need for fun."

No? The reflection asked mockingly. Then what do you plan to do with all of your time?

The child's answer was instantaneous. "I will lead the entire demon army up the steps to heaven, and then-"

The reflection blew a raspberry. Immediately earning the ire of the newborn child.

"What was that..?"

That's boring! Pick something else, something better!

"I pick nothing, I only abide by my responsibilities and-"

Booooooooooo!!! The reflection put down both thumbs.

The child threw a hellish fireball at the mirror and shattered it immediately.

Now why's you go and do that? You're too young to be lashing out of anger and destroying things like this.

"I was hoping it would make you be silent for good. My hopes have proven to be thoroughly trounced upon."

There was a bottle filled with some kind of wine on the shelf nearby. The child could see 'his' reflection staring back at him again with a pitying look.

He had decided that he didn't like living very much if all that was going to happen was he kept running into people like this.

Ruling an army of demons is so boring, you know? They're so one note, and it's been done so many times before, and they're all ugly, and they-

"It matters little. My destiny was scribed before I burst into creation. I will take control over the army of demons and march on the White City. Then I shall kill the son of god in the endwar."

I don't think you can actually march on the White City in this timeline though?

"...And why not?"

Someone ate it.

The child was once again wondering why he had decided to stand here and listen to this clearly insane being.

Oh, don't look at me like that, puffy cheeks.

"You will refrain from calling me 'puffy cheeks'." He glowered.

I shan't.

Suddenly, the reflection in the bottle shifted into a new figure.

Now, the child was staring at a man much larger and more intimidating than him. A primordial beast perhaps.

This one is currently keeping heaven stored away inside of his tummy. And I highly doubt that he would let you near him if you told him that your goal was to slaughter a bunch of angels.

"Then I chase him. And cut his stomach open."

Wow, you really are only two minutes old, aren't you..?

Though it was a fact, that really did sound like an insult. The child's impression of this being took a further nosedive.

You shouldn't be worried about dealing with him. You shouldn't be worried about dealing with angels. If you want to know true joy, true splendor, then broaden the scope of your horizons beyond what you believe to be your 'destiny'.

The child furrowed his brow. "But destiny is-"

Allow me to tell you a little something about destiny, puffy cheeks. Fate goddesses are either the weakest, or the most powerful deities to ever walk the dust of creation. Do you know why?

"..." The demon child shook his head.

Because they only have as much power as an individual believes they have over them. If you want to break free from them, you and anyone else are free to do so at any time.

Fate goddesses and those of destiny just see the future, and inscribe it. If you drastically change your life's direction, they record those changes and your new future. But it is never not you who holds the reigns.

Unless you are in direct contact with an angry one, then they can't control you. If you want to do something different, then all you have to do is step of the beaten path at any time and make your own. It truly is that simple.

The child felt something in him flower. Something new.

Curiosity.

An integral piece of development for not just a child, but any being who hopes to unlock their potential over the course of their life.

How much of what the child actually wanted to do was just subliminal programming from his time in his mother's womb?

He hadn't exactly put much thought into the idea yet, but again, he was only a couple of minutes old. He hadn't thought much of anything yet.

He needed more time to investigate this new information and phenomena.

As if she sensed this, Chaos decided to add the icing on the cake.

I can't linger here too much longer, young one. Or else my presence will start to destabilize the realm. And there's no way he won't notice that.

The child stared into the bottle again.

His brows furrowed. As unsure as he was over his own motivations, he was just as unsure of this entity's.

And as naive as he might've been, he still didn't believe that anyone, anywhere did something for purely altruistic motivations.

Shady-hellish-chaos entities even less so.

But as it said, he was running out of time to make a decision.

"...I still want to rule demons."

Fine. Chaos rolled it's eyes.

"And I will not allow you to call me infuriating names."

You are an uncountable number of years too late to stop me.

The demon child gritted it's teeth.

Are you done yet? I estimate that we have around forty-five seconds before he notices me, and the spell you need to cast before leaving takes at least thirty.

"Spell?" The puffy-cheeked baby tilted his head.

No time to explain. Just do as I say.

The child didn't like being bossed around, but he did what he was told anyway.

And thirty seconds later, he was staring at a homunculus of his father that looked, talked, and acted just like the real thing.

"You got your good looks from me, you know?" Lucifer mocked.

"...I wish I could kill you a second time."

No time for jokes now. Come along.

The child looked around the room. "Where?"

Walk through the door. Right now.

The child did as he was asked and walked through the door, leaving his unconscious mother, and fake father behind.

Instead of remaining inside Lucifer's palace, he emerged somewhere else entirely. Somewhere the human mind could neither survive, nor imagine.

- {Current Timeline : Approximately Two Human Years after Lucifer's Rebellion.}

Lucifer sat atop his throne, coughing up blood from the wounds that still hadn't healed.

On the outside, his body was wracked with burns from heavenly flame and a few cuts from a blade of heaven.

He estimated that it would take another 10,000 years to heal all this damage.

"Husband, let me help you..."

Igrat came from the side of Lucifer's throne. She applied a salve to his wounds.

He winced slightly, but this pain was nothing compared to the initial injuries.

Igrat became tearful. "I'm sorry... As much as we've tried, nothing else seems to grow here, so I'm afraid that..."

Lucifer placed a finger over her lips as he nodded.

"It's hardly something that you have any blame for...I can only assume this is all apart of my punishment for rebelling against hi-"

"Brother."

A flash of light appeared in the hall. And from it, Michael appeared in his pure and regal white robes.

"...It has been a long time. We need to talk."

Lucifer nearly exploded with rage. His wounds even reopened spontaneously.

"How… dare you..! You think you can just come into my home after everything that you have done and just-"
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Suddenly, a child's laughter reverberated off the walls of the throne room. Bringing all three adults to a full stop.