[ WP ] On his 18th birthday , every demon is given a human slave . You just turned 18 , but your human seems quite a handfull .

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Stan, but they call me Satan Jr., because the Devil is my father. I have lived all my youth in the Underworld, where the wicked and cruel burned for all eternity. Even so, no one was more wicked or cruel than my father, or so they said. 
 
 Today was a special day for me. You see, I was just about to turn 18. As traditional in Hell, a Demon would get a gift human for their 18th birthday. If it wasn ’ t for my high birth, I would just get any recently deceased person, but this was not the case. Not for me. Before my birth, a human most entertaining was set aside for me, in the hottest flames of the lowest lands. The human wasn ’ t particularly nasty or evil, but had gained his fame in the mortal world by way of entertainment. Many of his time loved him, but his showmanship was largely based on trickery and lies, and so he had earned himself a nice, hot space down here. 
 
 When father brought me to the solitary pit where he had stored my pet, I was more than excited. I had been looking forward to this for a long while. The blood-red floor under my feet was getting warmer as we drew near. We chatted and talked of small things. Whipping. Last week ’ s spectacular Hellhound Arena. You know, ordinary Demon stuff. When we got to the hole, we peered down into it ’ s seemingly infinite depths. For any human, at least, it would seem infinite. Looking down from the top, one could never see the bottom. Yet, us Demons had a lot better farsight and when we looked into the pit we saw no one. The flames still burned endlessly, but there was not a soul being burned. 
 
 **That ’ s Odd**, father ’ s voice boomed. **When We Put Him Here, I Chained Him Personally! I Bound His Hands And Feet And His Head Too. I Even Bound His Privates With Unholy Chains Of Binding! ** I felt a light pat on my shoulder and looked back. No one was standing in the small flames of the path behind me. Looking around, I didn ’ t see anyone in the endless sea of burning trees either. I didn ’ t tell my father. He was already fuming it seemed, plumes of black smoke huffing from his nose. His head even redder than usual and lowered just a bit in a spectacular display of horns. **We Will Hunt You Down, Human! We Will Find You! ** 
 
 Within the hour, father and I were mounted atop our Burning Stallions, flanked by Hellhounds left and right. We scoured the Burning Lands for what felt like an eternity. Even so, we didn ’ t find him. So we set out from the reaches of Hell ’ s populated areas onto the Plains of Eternal Darkness surrounding what should have been an inescapable prison. The Hellhounds ’ intimidating roar sounded all through the night-like air, but even as we rounded the outer border of Hell we still didn ’ t find him, and returned home beaten. 
 
 I almost didn ’ t dare ask, but there were no possibilities left. I had to. *Do you think..* I ventured, *Do you think he escaped from Hell? * Father was furious. **Impossible! ** He boomed. **No One Escapes Hell! ** I looked him in the eye, and for the first time in my life my father, Satan himself, lowered his eyes. His voice didn ’ t have half the power I had come to expect from him. A single tear of blood ran down his face. ***I should have just gotten you Hitler***, he said uncertainly, ***Much more trouble than he ’ s worth, this Houdini guy. ***
