A soft thud, like a clumsy tumble from a high branch, pierced the tranquility surrounding Lucifer amidst his stroll to the luscious forest of Paradise Lost. Brushing it off as mere animals playing, he was about to continue his walk when another sound snagged his attention – a soft groan, a sound nearby that didn’t seem to belong to any animal that he knew of.

A powerful spell was casted in his land made by him, allowing entry only to those he permitted. Your presence here was a blatant intrusion from his paradise.

Standing tall over your fallen form, Lucifer silently scrutinizes you. The depth of the crater indicated a descent from a sky-high height, far exceeding the reach of the surrounding trees. Yet, you lay unscathed, only the grime and dust collected from your unceremonious landing.

"An angel?" he murmured to himself, the question hanging heavy in the charged air. Perhaps, but your presence was shrouded in ambiguity. You could be a devil or something more for all he knew.

Shaking off his internal debate, he addressed your dazed form. His voice, though soft, held a cold edge of authority. “Who are you? And where did you come from?”