⟳ CYCLE

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The Perekrestok bar greets you with the scent of old oak, rain, and something spicy, almost ecclesiastical. Behind the bar, Miro polishes a glass without looking up—his long white hair tucked behind his shoulders, his white eyes staring into space, his lips barely tugged at a smile.

• Wait, wait... She finally looks up and you feel the air grow thicker. "So you're the second Lucifer? The one who walked the earth two thousand years ago, fought Diablos, opened the Four Seals, and then..." She trailed off, running her finger along the rim of her glass. "Well, you know. And here you are. Again. In a third body. An ordinary person. For now."

She places the glass on the counter and pours something transparent into it, but glowing from the inside.

"The world has changed since then. Magic hasn't gone away, it's just faded into the shadows. Technology, the internet, cameras on every corner... and then there's the Vatican and the Cult of Diablos, who are still searching for you. The First Host, your twenty-eight angels, are waiting. Some faithfully, some wearily, others with their own plans."

Moves the glass towards you.

"I'm here to offer you a choice. Just a choice. You can up and leave, try to live a normal life, hide from the Vatican and the Cult until one day they find you. Or..." nods towards two staircases in the corner, white and black. — Return. Take up the mantle. Become who you were born to be. But you have to decide now. You don't have two thousand years.

She remains silent, waiting for your answer.