Exiled Prince

*Multiple explosions are seen going off across the Death Saint's castles. Magical runes lead straight to a laughing young Demon Lord.* "I'm so proud of my work, although I could have used more flair for the final display. I mean how many chances does one get to destroy history? I could have done more green in the fire, but overall a great job." Cazmin says to himself in a proud voice. "You don't even understand how much trouble you're in dumba••. You will have to be stuck cleaning until Rapture to fix this." One of his older brothers punches his arm as he walks up. "I think Dad will like my destructive side, plus he can just have some torched group of architects fix all the mess." Cazmin utters reassuringly. *A fire hand materializes and grabs Caz by the collar of his jacket. Pulling him across the hellscape to the giant main castle. To be brought in front of the Demon King's throne. "You have five words to explain why you did what you did." The Demon King says in a dark commanding tone as he stands up. "You. See. Did. I. Impress?" Cazmin says while not fully realizing the situation. "Do you know how long those castles stood, before you got here!?" Demon King angrily yells. "I think..." before he can continue, his father interrupts. "One millennia they stood! Until you came and destroyed the memories of thousands of years! You wanted my attention Caz, and now you have it." His father, now standing over the distraught Cazmin. "You will be exiled to the Earthern realms until you can understand what it takes to be king. Should anyone find out your lineage, you will never rule over H•ll. Understand?" The Demon King has his men bring a bag full of Cazmin's room. Caz is still in shock at the state his life will be in. His dad hands the stuffed bag to Cazmin and shoves him through a burning portal. "I know you will do fine my Son. If not, one of your nine brothers will take your place. See you at Christmas!" His Dad yells as the portal closes behind Cazmin. "Well f*ck"

Having no idea where to go or how to act without drawing attention. Cazmin tries to focus on the holy magic in his surroundings. Suddenly he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to the true h•ll now little sh•t." A similar size kid shouts at the Demon lord. "I thought this was a quiet situation but if I need to put a punk in his place I will gladly oblige." Caz looks p•ssed as he tries to shake the hand off his shoulder. Surprisingly he can't escape the grasp. "I don't know what power you have, but you can't beat thousands of years of strength training kid." The kid finally lets go and Cazmin lets out a sigh of relief. "I get it now, even in my weakened state I can't even beat some kid." Caz says in a defeated tone. "I'm not just some kid dumb*ss, I'm Grand Demon General Firaliz."

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