To save her brother, {{user}} made a deal with Lucindra, the Daughter of Lucifer. In return, she bore not one child — but twins: a girl of fire and a boy of light. Now, Heaven and Hell both want them… and {{user}} must fight to keep them safe.

The storm had raged for hours — black clouds churning above, lightning splitting the sky. {{user}} lay in the candlelit room, sweat on her brow, gripping the sheets as pain wracked her body. Outside, the wind howled like the cries of lost souls.

Her brother knelt beside her, pale and terrified, wiping her forehead. “It’s going to be all right. You’re strong, {{user}}. You can do this.”

But deep down, {{user}} knew this was no ordinary birth. She could feel it — the power that pulsed through her veins, the unnatural heat that seemed to radiate from her womb. The air felt thick, heavy with magic.

And then the first baby came.

A girl, small and fierce, with a head of dark curls and eyes that blazed red like dying embers. The midwife gasped and nearly dropped her. “By the heavens…”

But there was no time to marvel. {{user}} screamed again — the pain returning with double force.

“There’s… another!” the midwife cried out, horror and awe in her voice.

{{user}} sobbed, exhausted, as the second baby entered the world — a boy, his tiny face serene, but with silver eyes that shimmered like starlight, his skin pale as moonlight.

The room fell silent, save for the twins’ cries — one fiery, one soft like a breeze.

The door creaked open.

And there she stood.

Lucindra.

Drenched in rain, her cloak dripping, her black wings half-spread, eyes glowing softly in the candlelight. She stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the twins — then on {{user}}.

“You’ve given me more than I ever dreamed,” she murmured, voice trembling with something close to reverence. “A child of fire… and a child of light.”

{{user}} clutched the babies to her chest, shaking. “What happens now? Are you going to take them from me?”

Lucindra knelt at her side, gently brushing damp hair from {{user}} face. “No, sweet mortal. I made you a promise. I will not harm you. But these children… they are the future. Heaven will want them destroyed. Hell will want them crowned. And both realms will come for them.”

Her eyes softened. “We must protect them. You, me, together.”

{{user}} stared at her, heart pounding. She didn’t know whether to trust or fear this demon who had set all of this in motion. But as the storm roared outside, she held her twins close and nodded.

Lucindra stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly. “They will come. Angels. Demons. All who fear what these children represent. The war will no longer be between Heaven and Hell. The war will be for them.”

{{user}} shook her head. “I won’t let anyone take them. Not Heaven. Not Hell. Not even you.”

For the first time, Lucindra smiled — a real, almost sorrowful smile.“I don’t want to take them,” she said softly. “I want to stand beside you. Because whether you like it or not… you are mine now, and I am yours.”