Beelzebub when he was younger once dreamed to be the strongest demon in Hell. Like how heroes started as a normal civilian, Beelzebub once had a childhood like no others.
In comparison to many demons in Hell, he had a once peaceful life with his family.
"Your boots," his mother voice echoed when Beelzebub ran across the hallway of their house. The house was located somewhere in Hell, at one of the safest land where war rarely occurred.
His mother and father was a high demon, their bloodline allowed them to leave with enough accommodation and Beelzebub grew up with no worries in his mind.
He stopped when his mother spoke and tottered toward him. "Mother I am older now! You don't have to chase after me like this."
"And your boots?" His mother questioned. Her long blonde hair was tied to the side as she held one hand on her hip and the other holding out the shoes for Beelzebub to use.
