As consciousness came back , I called out for Olivia, my voice weak.

"What would we possibly want with a nobody arm candy of yours?" a voice retorted, its sinister undertone echoing with a demonic chill that sent shivers down my spine.

"Did you-" I began, but I was swiftly cut off.

"No, despite what people might say, why would we kill a random girl who has done nothing wrong?" the voice interjected. Then, the demon added, "You, on the other hand, have yet to be determined."

With shock coursing through me after those ominous words, I frantically scanned my surroundings for any possible escape route. My vision remained blurry, making it difficult to discern much detail. The surroundings appeared to be some sort of warehouse, with steam rising from vents scattered across the floor, resembling a water treatment plant or something of the sort.

My heart sank as I realized the severity of my predicament. Chains anchored me to the cement floor, rendering any hope of escape futile. I was trapped, bound by the chains of uncertainty, with nothing left to do but wait in the eerie silence of the warehouse.

"What do you want with me? I've done nothing wrong," my voice trembled.

"Well, you are the son of the man we want, so you are a part of his downfall," the demon declared ominously. "After Damien arrives and delves into your mind, we will sift through your thoughts to determine your involvement in your father's business. Depending on what we uncover, your fate will be decided. Or perhaps we'll simply ransom you off to your father. The night is still young, after all."

As I grappled with the unsettling revelation, thoughts raced through my mind. My dad's shady dealings were no secret, but the depth of his involvement remained a mystery to me. While I was aware of his illicit dealings with angel blood, I hadn't fathomed the extent to which it might enrage the demons. More importantly why would the demons care?

The angels' loss in the war was a bitter reality, but my father's defiance of the forbidden trade added another layer of complexity to the situation. I had always believed that his adversaries were confined to the humans and angels, but now confronted with the wrath of demons, I couldn't help but wonder what sinister shit my father had entangled himself in to cause this.

The questions swirled in my mind, persistent and unyielding. Unable to suppress my curiosity any longer, I directed the question at the demon.

"So why exactly do you care if my father deals angel blood?" I inquired. "The angels have it out for demons, so why does it bother you?"

As the demon stepped out from the shadows and drew closer, a shiver ran down my spine. But when his face emerged into the light, my breath caught in my throat. I gasped in disbelief, standing before me was none other than Lucifer himself.

"Well, since my dearest son Damien is coming anyway to determine whether or not you are involved, and he will know. So just know, I will kill you if you lie to me." Your father isn't just some dealer; that's his side job. What your father really does is science, if you even want to be so bold as to call it science. He helped create the portal that brought us here 100 years ago. Your father uses immortal blood and concoctions of sinister intent to pretend he is an immortal god. Your father is an old ass. It took us a bit to find out, but we did. The portal he destroyed when he found out what he could use us for, trapping us in a realm we don't belong, with some of us even being left behind in the realms of heaven and hell, my other children stuck behind and me being stuck here, tortured by angels and mortals alike. Ironically enough, maybe this is hell. Feels like how you describe our realm here more than the real hell."

As Lucifer's words sank in, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swept through my mind. "Holy shit," I muttered to myself, struggling to reconcile the staggering revelation with my own reality.

The pieces of the puzzle began to click into place. My father's peculiar mannerisms, his penchant for ancient music, and his cryptic references to bygone eras suddenly made sense. If he had indeed made himself immortal a hundred years ago, what did that make me? Was I even human anymore?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a disconcerting realization that my identity, my very essence, might be far more complex and enigmatic than I had ever dared to imagine. Yet, I had no horns, no wings, no outward signs of otherworldly heritage, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disconnection from the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.

"I'm sorry for more questions, but what does that make me? Am I even human anymore?"

"You never were human . That's what we want to know as well. We want to know if you are a threat. You hold not one, not two, but three blood types: angel, demon, and human. You may just be a useless lab rat or becoming the most powerful entity in any realm."

As Lucifer stepped away, my gaze was drawn to the outline of a woman emerging from the shadows. Even in the dim light, I recognized her unmistakable silhouette from photos I had seen online. It was her Lilith.

"Oh, you poor thing. You are just the cutest, aren't you?" Lilith's voice dripped with a mixture of amusement and condescension. I raised an eyebrow, unsure how to react to her unexpected remark.

Without hesitation, Lilith turned to Lucifer, her demeanor shifting from playful to commanding. She demanded that he provide me with food and water, her tone brooking no argument.

As Lucifer hastened to comply with her orders, Lilith approached me, her movements graceful yet filled with an air of menace. She retrieved a cloth from a nearby table, covered with what appeared to be dental tools - instruments of torture without a doubt. With a gentle yet firm touch, she wiped away the blood from my head, a reminder of the violence of being taken off the street. Despite not feeling the impact just yet, I realized I had been struck harder than I initially thought.

With a swift motion, Lilith took the tray of food from Lucifer and set it down in front of me, along with a glass of water. Unlike the others, she showed no hesitation, approaching me with a boldness. I have no abilities that I know of but everyone but Lilith avoided me like I did.

As I began to eat, my hunger seemed insatiable. I devoured the food with voracious appetite, scarcely pausing to savor the flavors before they disappeared into my ravenous maw. Despite consuming everything on the tray in just a matter of minutes, my hunger remained.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked up to see Lilith licking the cloth that she had used to clean my blood just moments ago. Her eyes began to glow white, with no pupils visible, and she started shaking before falling over. In fear of what might happen, I yelled for Lucifer. He rushed in, grabbed Lilith by the neck, and tried to stop her shaking.

He then turned to me, laid Lilith back down, and grabbed me by the back of my neck, screaming, "What did you do, you abomination?"

I responded, "Nothing. She had cleaned my wound with the cloth and tasted my blood while I was distracted eating, and she ended up like that."

Lucifer hit my face with his fist and quickly ran back to Lilith.

After lucifer kept yelling Lilith she slowly regained consciousness and looked over at me as if she was drawn to my very soul.

Lilith smacked Lucifer's hand and shouted, "Get off, heathen!" before walking off to another part of the building as if nothing had happened. Lucifer followed her, shooting me a glare as he went, clearly still upset with me.