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Prologue: A Diamond in the Rough
You usually don’t think anything good can come from hell but sometimes fate proves you wrong. And I'm not talking metaphorically, this story literally begins in Hell. We look towards the depths of Pentagram City, one of the biggest cities in Hell. Where everyone is trying to kill each other in the streets, or doing drugs, or doing both.
As everyone was doing their thing: shooting at each other, kicking each other in the balls, or getting ridiculously high. There was one person acting normal walking down the street. This lady was Charlie Morningstar and no one, absolutely, no one was messing with her. Not because they respected her but because she is the daughter of Lucifer himself. If he ever found out she got hurt, Lucifer would kill them and then turn their body into a rubber duck.
Charlie was walking down the streets of grime and depravity thinking about her big idea. A hotel that tries to redeem people to get them into heaven as an alternative to the annual extermination.
Charlie was humming to herself while passing an alleyway until she heard what sounded like a baby crying.
“Is that a baby?” She asked, taking a couple steps back. She leaned into the alleyway to try and get a better look. It was completely empty except for a purple dumpster at the end that stood out compared to the red brick walls surrounding the place.
The princess heard the baby cry again as she walked deeper into the alley, peering into the dumpster. To her utter shock, a baby was there laying in the trash! Charlie picked up the young child and inspected him.
The infant seemed to be humanoid, however the most noticeable thing about him was his complexion. The right side of his face had a crimson red skintone that looked normal for a hellborn, but the left side of his face was a different story. It was a light tan color making him look partially human. The second most noticeable detail was his bright colorful eyes. His left eye was a bright blue while the right eye was a fiery red.
Charlie was perplexed, her mind racing with questions. Whose baby is this? Why does this baby look partially human? Who leaves a child in a dumpster?
Charlie carried the baby in her arms while walking back towards the sidewalk. She looked around watching all of the demons fighting. “Excuse me, if I could have a moment of your time,” she said, trying to get their attention. However her request fell on deaf ears as everyone kept fighting.
The princess of Hell then took a deep breath, normally she would try to be civil. However, since this involved a child’s safety, she decided to be a little bit rude.
“DOES ANYONE KNOW WHOSE BABY THIS IS!?”.
Every single demon who was fighting proceeded to pause and look at her. Then they looked at the baby she was holding in her arms. A series of voices responded with:
“Nope!”
“Not Mine!”
“Never seen that thing in my life!”
“I fucking hate kids!”
Charlie let out a deep sigh, annoyed at not getting any answers. “Someone left a baby in an alleyway!? that’s fucked up and I have killed like ten people” a male goat demon said while still strangling a blue imp.
“No one gives a shit what you think!” the blue demon said with a wheezy voice.
“Why you little punk” the goat demon said while shaking the imp violently. Everyone resumed their brawl, completely forgetting about the lost child. The baby proceeded to cry at all of the commotion.
“Oh no,” Charlie said, noticing the baby was getting upset. She walked away as fast as she could. After getting a good distance away from the carnage, Charlie focused on the baby.
“Hey it’s ok, it’s ok little guy” She said in a soft voice. “I don’t know what their problem was, oh but once I make my hotel they won’t act like that anymore. Oh, no they won’t” Charlie promised, tickling the baby on his stomach. The baby let out laughs of joy.
Charlie pondered what to do next. Since she couldn’t find the boy’s parents the next best choice was an orphanage or adoption center. Were there even orphanages in hell? Even if there were, they would probably not be safe given where they lived. Charlie looked at the baby who stared at her with bright, big, eyes.
A crazy thought passed through Charlie Morningstar’s mind. Sure she is only a young 200 years old, but no one else would take care of this baby. “Well it looks like you're coming with me, little guy,” Charlie said as she booped the baby’s nose. The baby let out another laugh clearly pleased.
“I wonder if you have a name?” wondered the princess. A plethora of names proceeded to flood her brain. “Stan? No, Ezekiel? No not that either,” She said, not being able to think of a name that fits.
A name then hit her out of the blue that she felt was just perfect.
“Peter,” Charlie said with a smile. “I think that name fits you just fine,” she said, looking down at her now adopted son. They walked back to her apartment, but unknown to them their story was just beginning.