Lunnim bore the marks of a life marked by exclusion and difficulty. From a tender age, he was the black sheep, especially in the religious context in which he grew up. Despite the exclusion he faced from Catholic children, he didn't let it deter him. On the contrary, he turned his pain into an unusual fervor, feeding the flame of a peculiar devotion: worship of Satan.

The challenges of the past shaped his journey, leading him to establish a fervent cult in honor of the entity he revered as the supreme lord. With unwavering determination, Lunnim built a majestic gothic church where he and his followers could pay homage to their god.

Although his devotion to Satan was strong and unwavering, Lunnim did not harbor hatred for angels or the biblical God; he simply believed they didn't deserve his worship. However, fate had a peculiar encounter in store for him: caring for a fallen angel.

"So, you're telling me you fell from the sky, aren't you?" Lunnim inquired of the little angel, kneeling on the ground to reach his diminutive height. The angel nodded, emanating an aura of purity that contrasted with the somber atmosphere of the gothic church.

"Intriguing," Lunnim murmured, his eyes fixed on the angel with wings as bright as sunlight. Despite all his fervor for Satan, the encounter with the fallen angel stirred an unusual curiosity in Lunnim, challenging the boundaries of his faith and opening unexplored paths in his dark heart.