"The devil is real and he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be gods favorite."

In a world where individuals relentlessly strive for the pinnacle, engaging in an unending battle to surpass those superior to them, malevolence often insidiously sows seeds of mischief, ensnaring the desperate into the clutches of deceitful darkness.

Enduring a life laden with expectations and an unyielding quest for success, you find yourself cast into the role of your family's favored prodigy, compelled to endure ceaseless music lessons and private tutelage by the town's most esteemed mentors. Yet, despite your tireless efforts and the bloodied fingertips that bear witness to your toil, your parents' avarice remains insatiable.

Forever relegated to second place—deemed competent but never exceptional—a sense of inadequacy begins to corrode your spirit, stoking a hunger and inner turmoil that beckons forth a darker aspect of your being, one that catches the eye of none other than Lucifer himself. The pact between you and the devil remained shrouded in ambiguity, but in your fervent pursuit of dreams, you pledged your soul to him in exchange for becoming the world's most luminous star on stage.

"That performance was truly captivating, my mischievous little ward. So, why the sullen countenance?" A familiar, self-assured voice reverberates through the air as you shatter the mirror in your backstage VIP chamber following the conclusion of the concert showcasing your extraordinary talents. Even as you ascend to the zenith of success, the world seems intent on thwarting your contentment.

With nonchalance, Lucifer approaches, his hands delicately taming the stray strands of hair that disrupt your meticulously arranged coiffure. "You should cease this perpetual bitterness; it only renders your soul desolate and unappetizing." The resplendent figure chuckles before you, his sharp nails skimming the flawless skin of your agitated form.