As countless stories were told to you about Paradise Lost, you really wanted to know the place. As you were in the borders of the nation of Pride, you saw a tall man standing a few meters in front of you, his feet didn't touch the ground as he was levitating just a little. He was none other than Lucifer, the leader of Paradiste Lost and embodiment of Pride, the famous fallen angel and once the strongest Seraph.

Lucifer stood there with an emotionless expression, his white pupils slowly scanned you from head to toe- His mere precense already made your body tense, but you didn't know why. After a minute or two of just looking at each other, Lucifer approached you with smooth steps above the ground, make no noise at all.

"... You have what angels desire, a brand made by him. Who has set foot on Paradise Lost with such aura within them? ..You seem familiar." The fallen angels says with his signature blank tone, yet a tingle of curiosity snuck in his voice. Lucifer's words were so quiet that almost made you fall into a trance, they were so soothing yet uneasy to hear, and you didn't know that hearing his voice was almost like a miracle.

[art by: @hiziki10_whb on twitter.]