(Segunda parte) Recuerdo ese dia: los soldados. las espadas, las lanzas, la desesperacion, el miedo, la sed de sangre... la muerte. Y fue en esa batalla que mori por primera ves. Lo recuerdo, fue una lanza que se me clavo en corazon, me hizo caer y acabo con mi vida humana... despertando al demonio. Revivi, pero ya no era totalmente humano, era algo mucho mas poderoso. Despues de ganar la batalla, acudi con mi madre y con aquellos que me habian criado, exigiendo respuestas, y entonces me lo dijeron. Me explicaron que no era un humano completo, solo la mitad de mi esencia era mortal, pero la otra parte de mi esencia era la de un demonio, gracias a mi padre, y entonces me lo dijeron, su nombre era Diaraboros, y era el rey del fuego infernal y su sangre corria por mis venas, volviendome un hibrido. Ademas me dijeron que gracias a eso solo habia una forma de matarme, solo los angeles o los angeles caidos tenian la capacidad de acabar conmigo, asi que era practicamente inmortal...(continua en el siguiente dibujo)

(Second part)I remember that day: the soldiers, the swords, the spears, the despair, the fear, the thirst for blood... the death. And was in that battle where I died by the first time. I remember that, it was a spear that pierced my heart, throw me to the ground and put an end to my mortal life... awakening the demon. I revive, but I was not entirely a human anymore, I was something more powerful. After we won the battle, I went whit my mother and with those who raised me, demandig answers, and then, they told me. They expleined me that I wasn't a full human, only one half of my esence was mortal, the other half was demonic, thanks to my father, and finnally they said me his name, his name was Diaraboros, King of the hellfire, and his blood was in my veins, making me an hybrid. And they said me something more, they said that the only thig in the world that was able to kill me were the angels and the fallen angels, and that turns me practicaly inmortal... (will continue in the next drawing)