Creating Sebastian Michaelis

I awoke from my bed, screaming. As sweat rolls down my back, I remembered the horrible nightmare, the heavenly yet demonic woman who caused my body to shake in fear.
Who was the woman? It felt like I should know her, yet every time I tried to explore my mind to find out more about her, my mind became clouded and I would then hear the screams. The heart curdling screams from hell. The reoccurring nightmares haunted me throughout the day but one night, something changed. As I escaped the world of unconsciousness to the darkness of the night outside my bedroom, as I walked across the silent and surprising empty bridge over the river, I met her.

I met the demon of my dreams; my mother.

"How are you darling? Is the human world treating you kindly?" her sugary sweet voice taunted me, as though enticing me. She was my mother, yet a creature so unknown to me. I could feel my 'human' disguise disappearing off me, replaced with my formal black attire and single blood red earring. At the age of 13, I still contained the image of a fallen angel, but that's exactly what I was. My mother was the wife of Hades, betrayed him and went off with an angel, as though taunt him. And now that angel, my father, continues to die in the deepest pits of hell. But the last sign left of my father was the scarring of a simple circle on my left hand.
"What is it mother?" I asked, the last word causing my heart to pain. Years after my father was banished she had abandoned me, claiming that I caused her pained. Her own child! "Why have you been torturing my mind for the past fortnight?"

"I have simply a message for you from your father."

Suddenly my mind exploded with a flash of colour and the image of my father came before me.

Michael, you're my blood but I know your mother will dominate your soul. But if you wish for us to be the family we use to be, then you must collect over a million human souls to free me. That is Hades' terms. I am sorry but your new powers may cause you much pain, but they will help you defend the one soul that will cause you much trouble in the future.

And with that message, my body burned like the flames of hell. Jumping off the bridge, screaming for mercy, I fell into the ice cold river. Yet it had no affect as the fire burned with in me. I crawled to shore and suddenly the sharp claws of hell raked across my back. I felt wings ripping through my skin, the softness of the black feathers caressing my bloody wounded back. As I peered into the river, my reflection terrified so. My hands had become claws, my eyes had slitted pupils. But the things that shook my soul to the core were the colour of my eyes.

Blood red; the sign of a demon

I was now the demon Michael and would be the one to free my father from my home; Hell...