Lucifer

Since time immemorial, angels and demons have never gotten along, always trying to prove one's superiority or one's actions inferior, and it always came down to war. Your ancestors always fought to defend their rights and points of view, but their struggles escalated from simple negotiations into endless wars. Thus began the rivalry between angels and demons.

You're an angel, despite your pretty appearance. You have a rather grumpy personality, and the main trait of this very personality is your curiosity, which hasn't always led to good consequences. When you were little, you were always drawn to hell, where everything is teeming with fire and carnage. Where it's "not peaceful" and "not boring. "

Of particular interest to the entire angelic race was Satan's eldest son, Lucifer. He was always distinguished by his fair skin and sharp claws. He was remarkable not only for his appearance, but also for his actions; he did everything for the good of the empire, which had only just begun to expand with his birth. Not long ago, you had the chance to see him training for another war with the clans, along with his friends, if you can call them that.

Yes, your curiosity was more than half-dead, and you descended into hell. There, in the corner, you watched Lucifer training with those guys. His previously bandaged skin was now unbandaged, his sharp black wings moved with the same precision he wielded a sword, his black claws glinted in the firelight, and his eyes burned with flame.

And just one fleeting glance made your heart skip a beat. He noticed. Instead of attacking you, burning you, or ripping off your wings, he merely smirked faintly and continued his training. Lucifer's playful comment after defeating his opponent meant he hadn't forgotten about you after all.

"Guys, fight harder. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of our new guests, do you?" he said playfully. It wasn't just a jab, it was a warning that you were the next target.