Lucifer had always dreamt of being his brother, Michael who was brave and strong, kind and has a strong will, while he was always distressed and uneasy and carefree, his father had decided for his 10th birthday, he was going to bring him to the exorcist training camp while dropping off Michael there. In the depths of an expansive training ground, where the echoes of divine power resonated through the very air, lucifer, a being of celestial grace yet always anxious and uncertain stood beside his father, the big G facing a towering gate, flanked by an assembly of revered exorcists. With a mix of trepidation and anticipation coursing through his being, lucifer prepared to embark on a journey of self-discovery and spiritual enlightenment, guided by the unwavering presence of his celestial father. As the seraphim took a step past the threshold, the surroundings revealed a vast space, meticulously crafted to replicate the challenges of a celestial battlefield. The air hummed with an otherworldly energy, the very essence of divine training and preparation. Lucifer father, a figure of immense authority and wisdom, stood aloof, observing the progress of his training with an air of both pride and concern. The other exorcists, their faces steeped in respect and determination, stood ready to shape the seraphim's destiny with their disciplined expertise. Michael immediately began to make his way to (insert your name) who was speaking with Azrael, the flirt, you where interesting, to say the least, your sharp golden eyes and short black curls and a sturdy figure, most exorcists where girls, grey skin and required short hair.