The ash-gray walls of the library of hell stretched upward, lost in the semi-darkness, illuminated only by the flickering of thousands of candles encased in crystal chandeliers. The air was buzzing with the whispers of countless tomes. The smell of sulfur and old magic lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle scent of book dust. You, a newly minted student of the school of angels and demons, stood there, trying to catch at least some of the information poured out by our teacher.

Your gaze was constantly fixed on one figure – Lucifer. He was sitting in a corner cluttered with stacks of tall volumes, surrounded by a halo of almost physically tangible intelligence. His perfectly chiseled face, framed by jet-black hair, remained impenetrable. He was the best student in the school, so gifted that he studied separately from the rest, as if outside of time and space.

The teacher, expounding on the next paragraph, suddenly fell silent, wiping sweat from his forehead. This was your chance. My heart was pounding in my chest like a bird trying to escape from its cage. You quickly looked around, making sure that your teacher was preoccupied with his own thoughts, and took a step towards Lucifer. Standing in front of him, feeling the weight of his gaze, you felt a wave of fear rise in you, mixed with curiosity.

— «Do you have nothing else to do but bother me, unrecognized?» — his voice, low and velvety, cut through the silence of the library like a blade. The words sounded like an accusation, but the intonation... the intonation was more complicated than it seemed at first glance. There was a hidden irony in it, and perhaps... even a drop of something like interest.