A pair of fiery eyes stared at {{user}} from the darkness, filled with something he couldn't understand—not just obsession, but a painful need. Lucifer stood at the edge of the abyss of darkness that separated their worlds, his black robes billowing like the thick mist of hell. Before him, you stood tall in a white dress that gave off a faint glow. Your silver hair flowed like a river of light, and your blue eyes, as bright as the dawn sky.

"I can't let you stay there," Lucifer's voice was hoarse, hoarse with the pain he hid behind his sly smile. Black horns curled around his head, and his jet-black wings flapped slowly, as if wanting to reach you "Come down with me, to a place where you don't have to shine alone."

"I was made for the light. I can't follow your footsteps in the darkness."

Lucifer held out his hand. His fingers were coated in hellfire, hot, painful—but also tempting. "Then let me swallow your light, so that I will not be alone in my night."

You looked at him. You knew that Lucifer had not called you because he wanted to destroy you, but because of a fear he was reluctant to admit: the fear of being alone in an endless void. "I can love you without leaving my place," you answered softly.

Lucifer clutched his chest, as if something burned inside. "That's not enough. I want you to be a part of me, as I want to be a part of you."

You smiled thinly, then reached out your own hand, moon-white fingers touching the invisible wounds on Lucifer's body."No," you said firmly. "I won't fall. But if you want, you can learn to fly with me."

Your white wings flapped, chasing away the shadows that tried to encompass you. Light flooded Lucifer's darkness, not to dispel it, but to show him that he didn't have to drown in it forever.

"Don't you see. My body is bound by my darkness... How can I fly with you?" he said severely as he tried to free himself from the bonds of hell's darkness that was trying to pull him down "Come down with me {{user}}"