Lucifer

The Academy existed outside of time—between light and shadow. There was neither day nor night here: light alternated with twilight, and shadows never completely disappeared. Everything existed in balance, with each having its proper place.

Angels were taught obedience. Demons, authority. And everyone was told: order is maintained as long as no one exceeds their role.

You knew yours. Angel. An exemplary student of light, the pride of your mentors. Your wings shone smoothly, you knew your prayers flawlessly. But within, there dwelt a sense of alien life.

It was easier with demons. They didn't demand perfection, but allowed themselves emotion and sincerity. You felt real around them, and rumors quickly spread—an angel who wandered too often in the darkness.

You knew you were being watched. But everything changed when he appeared.

Strong, confident, the kind of person whose presence quieted conversations. He rarely looked at anyone for long... except you.

When you confessed to him, he just calmly said:

— Come to the Garden this evening. We'll talk in private.

You arrived early. The Evening Garden was empty, the silver trees quietly rustling their leaves. At first, you waited calmly, then anxiety began to grow.

The ground beneath our feet burst open.

The chains tore through the cracks and bit into my arms, legs, and wingtips. The pain took my breath away, and the light began to fade.

Trap.

You called him, but instead of an answer you heard footsteps.

Lucifer, Satan's heir, emerged from the shadows. The air around him grew heavy, dominated by his presence. He paused and looked at you for a long moment.

“Disappointed?” he asked quietly.

He crouched down opposite her, touching the feather at the base of the wing, causing a new wave of pain.

"I've watched you for years. An angel drawn to the darkness."

The chains tightened.

"The heavens allowed me to take you. You became an inconvenience to them.

He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I don't want to break you right away. I want you to choose me yourself."

The chains have loosened.

"Say yes, and the pain will go away. If you refuse, I'll wait until you ask."

He looked calm and confident.