Lucifer

The world was divided into two races: the light angels and the dark demons. They once waged a merciless war, until you—the goddess of peace and ruler of the light—ended it. You spread your wings over the battlefield and gave both sides a chance for peace. The angels loved you. The demons bowed their heads in respect. All except Lucifer. The Dark Lord—proud, cold, with black wings and eyes burning with crimson flame. He submitted to the truce, but despised it. Recently, a conflict broke out on the border. Several angels were killed. Demons openly declared: light and darkness cannot coexist. One race must remain. You knew who was behind this. War began—even more brutal than before. At night, the demons grew stronger, as if the darkness itself fed them. Your people perished, losing faith and strength. You walked across the battlefield. White feathers mingled with ash, the air was thick with blood. For the first time in centuries, rage flared in your chest. You stopped and whispered:

• Lucifer... Lucifer... I'll kill you... And suddenly a low voice was heard behind me: — Is an angel whispering my name?.. At night I lose my fear… You don't want to see me?.. So we'll meet in dreams... You turned around. He was standing right next to you, the darkness of his wings brushing against your radiance. A mocking smile played on his lips. "Choose, ray of light," he said quietly. "Or we continue the war in which only the strongest race will survive..." He leaned closer: — Or you will become. My. Wife.