Migrating to reality [Flashback] (Solo)

Lazarus would sit in his room, playing with his fingers. "Life... Death... Heroes... Villains... Anti-Heroes... Just who is who in this universe? Who are the ones I should fear? Who are the ones I should consider a friend?" he would say to himself as he looked up at the ceiling while laying on the bed. It was all a big question in his head. He didn't know what life was like. He's lived under the Demon Queen for so long since the beginning of her power. Interesting to say... He is her first child. Technically, along with others but their status of living is currently unknown except Daeva's life. She's kicking around, running around, and shouting around like a little bastard she was.

Now, Lazarus had nothing against his mother. He absolutely loves his mother with all his heart and soul but something as of recently has changed his mother... The scent she gave off was just very negative. Very cruel, very dark, and very.... evil.... A weird thought for a demon such as himself. Demons were supposed to be evil! However, it was like Lazarus was a black sheep in the crowd he was with. He never liked killing others. He never liked putting others in suffering. Sure, he would wound a foe that would beg for death but he would simply leave them. After all, they were the ones who started the conflict with him. He just simply suppresses it by injuring them and walking away. It was normal for other demons to try him. He was quiet, lazy, and soft compared to nearly all demons in the demon realm. He just wasn't apart of this crowd...

"Why the hell am I so different? Why am I soft? Damn it, this is so hard to fit in this society where a mother is the ruler..." he says to himself as he sits himself up. He'd smell the air and it was all the familiar scent as usual. Blood, demonic powers, and nothingness. The thing about being a demon who can smell like this... It's unique to be able to smell the scents of the setting. He's not the average demon. He's a demonic wolf. His mother has always told him that his blood comes from not only her own but a tribe of warrior-like wolf demons with immense power. The story behind them was that a lot of the wasteland had a large fear of these guys. Many would conquer territories and even convert demons with no spirit into the wolf pack. Long story short, they mysteriously vanished and some even involved some intelligence. His mother was fortunate enough to acquire a noble demon with the blood so she fused her DNA with that and made... Well, him. A lot of the first generation demons Nakiya created were origins of tribal demons. Daeva had some weird goat-like demons in her... One he could recall had sharks, another with panthers, pray mantises, bats... It was all a jumbo weird mess. However, his mother told him that out of all these demonic tribes, his was the most fearsome. His was the one that caused the most havoc.

What was strange though was that if this was the case... Why was he the softest one? Daeva is soft too but she has a few moments that show a bit of her mother's side. He had so many questions but he didn't want his mother to know his thoughts. The thoughts of being a hero and saving a soul from death. He wanted to be a hero! He was a lazy sloth indeed but he had big dreams. "Guh... Maybe I should think about this more clearly..." he would say to himself as he needed to make up his mind. He was thinking about leaving and heading towards that place called 'Earth' his mother keeps talking about. Supposedly, it's home to the best specimens or something like that. "If there's specimens at this place then maybe that means there's lives that are soft and sensitive that needs a hero. Someone to protect them. He wanted to be that person who could protect them! He was really strong! He could easily do it. The strongest individual he's ever sensed was a guest... He couldn't figure out who it was but he was a very strange individual. If that's someone rare, then he's strong enough to protect an entire place! He would slowly stand up off his bed and looked across the room now.

"Mother... If you can hear me, I am traveling to this place you call 'Earth'. I wish to seek an adventure. I want to grow and become strong! I want to make myself someone unbelievably strong. I'll be leaving now... Love yah' mom.." he said before he pulled forth his demonic sword out. 'Right... Time to open this damn portal.' he thought to himself as he would look at the shining metal present on the blade. He would sigh lightly and slash the air to open forth the Demonic portal to the world of terra, Earth.