Hell-Bound-Souls

Name: Alex Fear Jones
Alias: Sin, Fear, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Lucifer
Species: Demon/Sin
Gender:....Male
Age: 1000-......2000-......let's just say unknown
S/O: Bisexual~
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Bio: The delicate rose was born into a horrible family; hatred, pain, and abuse rang out through the words of his parents that Alex had no choice but to depend on until he put his foot down at the age of 15. By then, he had learned to be an adult on his own, having realised that he needed to depend on himself only a few years after he was able to learn and remember things.
No money, no family, no friends, no education. Poor, broken spirited Alex was lost in the world with nothing to call his own besides the clothes on his back and a young pup he had found on the streets. He barely had any food to feed the both of them, taking to stealing, pickpocketing, and, on his worst days, selling his body that sick men happily accepted. The delicate rose's petals were bruised and wilted beyond healing.
One fateful, cold night, Alex sat shivering in an alley, his now-full-grown-dog shaking in his arms. All lights on the street turned out, leaving the boy in complete darkness, only comforted by Rapture's (dog) warm breath on his cheeks. In the darkness, two pinpricks of glowing yellow marked the location of an angel of Death a few feet from Alex. Despite the darkness, he could see the perfect, smooth hand of the 'angel' reach out to him to take him to the next world. But he couldn't just leave Rapture alone to fend for himself so the angel took the dog's soul as well. Hell wasn't so bad.....he was too numb from his mortal life to really feel his insides being ripped out.
The boy's passiveness towards his torture interested the highest ranking demon in Hell; Satan. He had him personally delivered to his flaming domain and ran a few tests on him. Water death, nothing. Burning, nothing. Dying from the lack of air in an enclosed space, nothing. So he got a bit creative; death by catarpillar (lol), nothing. Dying after eating scones, still nothing. Death by completely safe or weak things. These all did nothing to break the dead rose anymore than he already was. With that, Alex instantly became Satan's favorite. The demon coveted his soul in exchange for immortality, strength, beauty, and everything he could possibly desire. Even his beloved dog had turned into a vicious hell hound that would forever be bonded to Alex.

~Centuries Later~
"I want to go to Earth." It was a flat request. It could be denied or excepted, either way he'd go.
"Now why would you want to do that? Isn't it much better to be here and play with all the humans you could possibly want? I noticed how much fun you have with your parents." Satan casually crossed one leg over the other as he scrutinized the lower class devil in front of him.
"No. They can't keep a simple conversation going without screaming in pain. I'm bored."
"Well your supposed to torture the fresh meat, not speak to it."
No response.
"Al, if you really feel that way, then you have my blessing to go." Alex bowed in respect to his master and left.
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Alex has been walking the Earth for several years without ever returning to Hell. What could satisfy the lonely, cold hearted life of a demon with no visible respect for anyone besides the one person who gave him a true, respecting life?