The Kingdom of Hell

A tall boy with demon horns gave a deadly stare to the Sea ruler demon, who is vigorously coughing up a bunch of blood for getting stab a thousand time's in the stomach by the prince abnormal sharp nails.

Suddenly the sea demon woman who is almost dying started to chuckle, "I hate your fucking family, and especially you, Yarimin Tsuminrae, I hope your head gets chopped off as vengeance for killing my beloved father!"

Yarimin stayed quiet, ready to cut off her head to release her from her misery. But before Yarimin had the chance to kill her, he instantly spotted several knives coming towards his direction at an immense speed.

He quickly dodged the knives with no effort at all, while the sea demon got brutally slashed by them, ending her life.

Yarimin crossed his arms as he spots his little brother hiding in the shadows like a predator, "Heian, you can come out, you know there is no point to keep on hiding forever."

Heian eventually came out of his hiding spot since he got caught by his older brother, "Jeez, I thought my knives were undodgeable, but I guess I have to keep on training harder," he frowned in disappointment.

Out of nowhere, a Yarimin with a smug face appeared behind Heian back and started to ruffle his silver-white hair with his bloody hands. Leaving Heian hair to be covered in raw fish blood, causing him to form a irk mark on his forehead from how enraged he was.

Yarimin hurriedly bolted out of the abandoned building to avoid getting abolished by his angry brother. "Oi, get your ass over here, you damn coward!" He yelled, chasing Yarimin, similar to a ferocious predator.

Yarimin laughed, unaffected by his brother's deadly bloodlust that could paralyze any lower class demon. "Haha, try to catch me, you slow alligator," he taunted, making Heian more pissed off than before.

Eventually, the two bruised up princes made it back home, and got greeted by their butlers.

Heian groaned, in disgust when he sniffed himself, "God I stink like raw fish, I'm going take a shower, see you later Minmin."

Yarimin waved goodbye to him, ' I should also take a shower too, I kinda feel icky,' he snapped his fingers, teleporting himself to the bathroom to wash off the sticky, smelly blood.

He then began took off his bloodstained clothes and thrown them at the laundry bin. Yarimin walked over to the body mirror, only to see that he still had a large scar all over his bare chest, 'weird, it still not healing yet, guess I'll check on it tomorrow morning.'

He went inside the glass shower stall and turned on the shower, where the sprinkle of hot boiling water commenced to rinse off the dried blood out of his body. As Yarimin started to wash his vermilion red hair, he began to sing his favorite song, "Now and forever, we looked at the same scenery everyday, goodday never change, your place, funny things, happy things, without you it will be different, special time,now and forever~," Yarimin held the shampoo bottle like a mic as he proceeds to sing dramatically.

"YAAAAAAAAA!!! Stop fucking singing, and get out of the shower already dumbass!!!" Heian shouted from downstairs clearly disturb from his brother's obnoxious singing.

Yarimin sweatdrop, he was a bit upset that he got interrupted by Heian, "God, I can't even sing an entire song without disturbing him," He snarled, rinsing the shampoo off his hair rather aggressively.

Soon enough, he finished taking his one-hour long bath, "Ah, what a refreshing shower." He grabbed his white towel to dry his body, shortly he wrapped the towel around his slender waist.

Once again, he snapped his finger to teleport himself to his humungous bedroom. Yarimin went to his closet and changed himself to his black pj's.

He laid down on his king-size bed, holding a massive book about the human world. His stunning red plum eyes showed uneasiness within them, "Hopefully, my escape plan goes fine next week."

When Yarimin was nine thousand years old, his loving mother told him stories about her days as a guardian angel and how beautiful the human world was. Throughout his mother's stories, he learned that humans were fascinating creatures, even though the demon folks in his kingdom view humans as nothing but waste.

He wasn't bothered by what other demons thought about humans because when he turns 15,000 next weak, he will go out to the human world disguised as a human.

All of a sudden, his eyelids began to feel heavy, ' I should probably go to sleep, I haven't slept for one month,' He bookmarked his book, laying it down on the luxurious hardwood table.

The three lighten candles got blown, leaving the spec of light to disappear, leaving the entire bedroom dark.

Yarimin yawned, wrapping himself in his cozy blanket, as his tiredness send him in a deep slumber.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a petite dirty blond hair boy with his eyes covered by his hair bangs, "We will meet again soon, demon," the boy said, disappearing into the mist. But what was strange about the boy, is that he wasn't a demon but a human.