The air shifted before I even saw him—that ancient, angelic, wicked presence.
Lucifer.
I exhaled and said quietly,"Enjoying the view, Lucifer?"
A soft, elegant laugh rose from the darkness.Then he stepped forward, the shadows peeling off him like silk.
His face—divine, sculpted.His golden hair—messy, glowing faintly.His eyes—red and sharp enough to humiliate the crimson moon above us.
He smiled.
"You called," he said in a melodic tone, "so I came."
Right. My scream when Adam died.It must have reached far deeper than I thought.
I answered flatly,"Was I that loud?"
Lucifer walked toward me and sat down beside me on the cliff's edge as if we were merely sharing the night sky.
"All of hell heard you," he said. "Quite literally. So, Sammail… what happened?"
I smirked bitterly."Why ask when you already know? You assigned Jester as my 'mentor.' Though honestly, he's more of a torturer. Was I really that unbearable?"
His gaze drifted upward toward the starless, hollow sky.
"So you've awakened," he murmured. "Your soul now looks as rotten and dark as the underworld's sky."
I shrugged, eyes half-dead."If by 'awakened' you mean consuming my mother's soul—then yes. Are you upset? Wouldn't it have been better if she were still here?"
At that, Lucifer turned toward me.His eyes pierced deeper than my broken soul—they reached something buried far beneath.
He asked,"Are you angry because I didn't intervene while your brother was being tortured?Or because I didn't tell you about your mother's soul still clinging to the world?"
I met his stare, peering into his soul as he did mine.
It glowed.
Angelic, brilliant, unbearable light—but split with deep fractures of pure darkness,the scars of his fall.
I lowered my eyes.
"I'm not angry about any of that. Not at you. Not at Jester.He simply burned away whatever hypocrisy I had left.This… is who I've always been."
Lucifer laughed softly—but the sound was edged with mockery.
"What?" I asked.
He covered his mouth slightly, suppressing another laugh.
"You truly are your mother's child.In face… and in soul."
"Thanks," I muttered."You don't need to remind me how hideous I am.So? You came just to comfort me?"
His gentle smile twisted into something colder, darker.
"Mostly. But I also came because you must know the truth."
He inhaled deeply.
"Your brother, Adam… is Heaven's Heart.Once you killed him, heaven will march on the fallen.Your dream of war will become reality."
He let the words fall like stones.
I rubbed my temples."What the hell does Heaven's Heart even mean?I've had a long day, Lucifer, so just… clarify."
He sighed.
"After the first rebellion, Jester stole an angelic being.A child of two archangels."
My blood froze.
His next words pierced deeper.
"That child… was Adam."
I stared blankly, my heartbeat echoing like a cracked drum.
"So let me summarize," I said bitterly."Jester kidnapped the baby of two archangels, defiled him with my presence when I was a child—the heir of Corruption—and then tortured him for years just to make me kill him for some unknown purpose?And YOU allowed this?"
Lucifer's expression darkened.The hidden stars trembled in the sky.
"Jester was never meant to be a fallen human," he said."He was your mother's doing.She convinced me he would be necessary for our rebellion.She carried his soul—and when she died, he was freed.He returned to himself.He abandoned the title of Sin of Madnessand began following his own will."
Lucifer's tone sharpened, filled with regret and rage.
"And yes… I believe he manipulated every piece.You.Adam.He seeks a war even I cannot stop."
Lucifer rose.
His power erupted outward—a silent storm so vast it should've crushed me.Yet, strangely, his wrath warmed me.
"I allowed Jester's actions," he said through clenched teeth,"because I foolishly believed it would grant me vengeance against Heaven."
Then he unfolded his wings.
Under the crimson moonlight, I finally saw them:
Black.Burned.Torn apart.Barely holding together.
Lucifer's face twisted—half divine, half ruined.Burned skin.Cracked horns.Eyes red with hatred and loss.
And beneath all of it—his soul, glowing violently red and black,screaming with ancient fury.
I froze.Not in fear—but in recognition.
He was beautiful.Terrifying.Broken.
Just like me.
He spoke one last time:
"Your dream will come true, Sammail.Your brother will rise.The holy war will begin.And it will not be fought in heaven or hell…but in the living world."
His presence thickened—suffocating—and then vanished into a whirlwind of black feathers.
Silence.
I stared at the place he stood, breath unsteady.
Lucifer was like the crimson moon—majestic yet horrifying,powerful yet fractured,a fallen god wearing the wounds of his own mythology.
More human,in some ways,than any human I've ever known.