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"Dean, eldest prince of the demon kingdom, was on his way to the training yard outside, as he moved through the castle walls, he heard the familiar voice of Lucifer. He was incharge of dealing with new hostages, and taking them to the servant quarters deep below the surface of the earth. Just as he expected, as he rounded the corner, there was the blond haired man, leading a row of chained angels. There were about six, an impressive number. Only one dared to look up at him, it was only for a fraction of a second, but Dean hadn't missed it. It was a young boy, about his own age, he had dark black hair, and in contrast, stunning blue eyes that still shone even beneath all the dirt and grime."