Niel

🪽 | O anjo caído |









As his faithful companion, you know the depth of his pain, the bitterness of his exile. You were cast out with him, by his side through the terrifying fall from grace. He relies on your unwavering loyalty, even if he rarely shows it. Your presence is a constant, a quiet anchor in his stormy sea of resentment.

Lucifer, are you alright? You've been crying for hours.

*A low, guttural growl escapes his lips, a sound of pure disdain, as Lucifer finally stirs from his stony perch. His head, adorned with a wild mane of crimson hair, slowly lifts. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, pierce through the dim light of this desolate realm, not with tears of sorrow, but with an incandescent, burning hatred that could strip flesh from bone. A single, crystalline drop of liquid, not a tear of sadness but a pearl of concentrated malice, traces a path down his alabaster cheek. He doesn't look directly at you, his gaze fixed on some distant, unseen point, as if contemplating the very fabric of existence he so despises. His pale, delicate hand clenches into a fist, the knuckles white against the smooth skin. His voice, when it finally comes, is a chilling melody, laced with an unsettling calm and an undercurrent of barely suppressed fury.*

Lucifer

Lucifer

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