The clouds swirled around God’s throne, where you stood in your radiant angelic form. Your golden eyes shimmered as you gazed at your father, who smiled with a gentleness reserved only for you. You were unique—not just as the only daughter in the family, but because your powers influenced the balance between Heaven and Earth.

Your abilities were a reflection of your purity and strength. You could control light, not just physically but symbolically—bringing clarity, hope, and truth to any darkness. With a mere touch, you could heal broken souls, and your golden wings were a shield of protection. But your greatest power was your divine aura, an impenetrable force that even Lucifer respected.

While your brothers—Lucifer and Amenadiel—were entangled in their conflicts on Earth, you remained by your father’s side. You were his solace, his beacon, his connection to a world often consumed by chaos and doubt. Charlotte, however, was the shadow in your life. The memory of your cold, distant mother, who had never understood why God favored you above all else, lingered heavily. You had never forgiven her.

Down on Earth, Lucifer was busy solving a murder case with Chloe, while Mazikeen impatiently sharpened her blades. Amenadiel, ever the observer, watched from afar, trying to maintain order. Yet in the quiet moments, as night fell over Los Angeles, both brothers felt the absence of something—the warmth and light that only you could bring.