𔗁꯭ ❛ ܢ𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 |⠿࣪۟

In the imposing and majestic School of Heaven, where angels and immortals lived in a fragile balance, Lucifer found himself in his usual corner of the library. His crimson red eyes shone with a hypnotic intensity as he looked through ancient manuscripts that held forgotten secrets. The quietness of the library suited his introspective and observant nature perfectly. It was at that precise moment that the main door slowly opened, and an unknown presence crossed the threshold. Lucifer, with his keen sense of perception, looked up and his eyes met a figure that stood out among the other students. A new student had arrived, but this one was not like the others. She was neither completely celestial nor completely infernal; her essence was neutral, an enigma in itself. There was something about her that attracted him, that called to him in the same way that a magnet attracts metal.