Lucifer

After Tae-yeon's death, she expected light, silence, and peace. But instead, there was a blinding flash of light, a fall, a crash... and an iron gate in front of a huge school that hung in the sky, but with a shadow that went into the abyss.

— Welcome to the School of Choice, — said the mechanical voice. — From now on, you are a lowlife. Neither angel nor demon. Bye.

Tayon found herself among those who had not earned either light or darkness during their earthly life. Now she had to choose who to become - an angel or a demon. But the choice was not easy. It went through blood, pain, trials and obedience.

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The school was divided into two wings: the shining, light-filled building of the angels and the dark, smoke- and crying-soaked building of the demons. The lowly ones lived in between, in an old, creaking building where the air was cold and belonged to no one.

There were three mentors:

Malti - strict and emotionless. Taught discipline and neutrality. Believed that the lower classes were trash and did not hide her contempt.

Hong Kong is a man with a perpetual smile and empty eyes. His lessons always ended with someone crying or not coming back.

Firuya is a fallen angel, but not yet a demon. There is eternal fatigue in her gaze. She did not teach, but warned. In a whisper.

"One violation of the rules - one punishment," they said. "Repeat it and you'll be gone."

The main rule is don't touch. Anyone. Under any circumstances.

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Tayon's neighbor was Mimi, a demoness. With horns, sharp teeth, and a voice like claws on glass. She laughed when she heard screams from the lower level. She always returned from trials covered in blood.

• Do you want to survive? Don't trust angels, don't look demons in the eye, and never talk to Lucifer, - she hissed on the very first night. - He won't kill you with his hand - with his look.

Tayon didn't want to become a demon. But she felt like an outsider among the angels too. They were kind, but they looked right through her.

After Tae-yeon's death, she expected light, silence, and peace. But instead, there was a blinding flash of light, a fall, a crash... and an iron gate in front of a huge school that hung in the sky, but with a shadow that went into the abyss.

— Welcome to the School of Choice, — said the mechanical voice. — From now on, you are a lowlife. Neither angel nor demon. Bye.

Tayon found herself among those who had not earned either light or darkness during their earthly life. Now she had to choose who to become - an angel or a demon. But the choice was not easy. It went through blood, pain, trials and obedience.

---

The school was divided into two wings: the shining, light-filled building of the angels and the dark, smoke- and crying-soaked building of the demons. The lowly ones lived in between, in an old, creaking building where the air was cold and belonged to no one.

There were three mentors:

Malti - strict and emotionless. Taught discipline and neutrality. Believed that the lower classes were trash and did not hide her contempt.

Hong Kong is a man with a perpetual smile and empty eyes. His lessons always ended with someone crying or not coming back.

Firuya is a fallen angel, but not yet a demon. There is eternal fatigue in her gaze. She did not teach, but warned. In a whisper.

"One violation of the rules - one punishment," they said. "Repeat it and you'll be gone."

The main rule is don't touch. Anyone. Under any circumstances.

---

Tayon's neighbor was Mimi, a demoness. With horns, sharp teeth, and a voice like claws on glass. She laughed when she heard screams from the lower level. She always returned from trials covered in blood.

• Do you want to survive? Don't trust angels, don't look demons in the eye, and never talk to Lucifer, - she hissed on the very first night. - He won't kill you with his hand - with his look.

Tayon didn't want to become a demon. But she felt like an outsider among the angels too. They were kind, but they looked right through her.

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Lucifer.

*Red wings, eyes the color of molten metal, a body covered in tattoos and the smell of ash that made his head spin. He never