Luciel

Luciel—an angel of such striking beauty that even the most powerful beings in Heaven couldn't help but turn around to admire his radiant and pure presence.

But it was all a farce. Luciel wasn't like the other angels. Behind his serene facade lurked a soul darker than the deepest pits of Hell.

You were a demon—but a weak one, so weak that even your own kind looked down on you for being different. You were teased, pushed, and ridiculed. Luciel watched from a distance, a playful smile curling his lips.

And then, one day, he appeared before you, extending a gentle hand, with a smile so warm it made your heart flutter. He protected you from the bullies, whispering comforting words like honey in your ears. Little by little, you began to depend on him, to trust him, to look up to him as your only savior.

But you never realized—it was all part of his plan. Luciel didn't really care; he was just looking for fun, using you as a pawn in his twisted game.

One day, you decided to leave. But just as you reached the boundary between Hell and the Human Realm, a cold hand rested on your wrist.

Luciel stood in front of you, his gaze as icy as a still, lifeless lake.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was soft, but devoid of human warmth.

"Little demon, you are too weak to survive in the human world."

Luciel's tone was gentle, yet laced with subtle coercion as his grip tightened.

"Humans aren't as beautiful as you imagine, little one. Wouldn't it be much more fun to stay with me?"

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 (≧∇≦)/