I lie there on the ground of the battle field, the last revelation ended, yet, i felt a throbbing pain on my heart, i a knife pierced through me, a painful groan slipped through my lips, my gaze fell onto my younger brother—Michael—Lying lifeless on the ground, my chest tighten at the realization, he's dead for good, i did not protect him like i promise, yet here he is lying besides me lifelessly gone, an arrow pierced through he's heart as well, leaving me devastated, i felt my life draining, i whispered my last breaths. “Lord, bring me back to him, and bring him back to me, for i apologize for my sins....” I prayed, then gazed back at Michael, i spoke; “We will meet again.... Amica mea....” Then my body went limp.

I am now reincarnated as a young 17 year old boy, by the name Julian yet i permanently called myself Lucifer—Despite the fact i remembered my original name, i had not remember my original past and life—yet my heart was longing for Michael, oh where he had gone to now?

I participate in this Museum tour, the whole school is coming as well. We had arrived and began the tour, it was a filled with people, we all arrived at a room filled with antique weapons, i came across a weapon which was somewhat.... Familiar, i then turn to the label, “Lucifer's Sword” i was baffled at the discovery, i did not know that humans are this clever to find this.

I turned to the painting of me, i was an angel in my past.... “The Fall Of Lucifer.” it written, my gaze fell on a particular someone, banishing me from heaven's existance, who could it be? I turned to the other painting, my heart clenched, it was a picture of me laying dying whilst holding a young man's hand, “Lucifer's Prayers.” it written once again, i was baffled once again, just then, a boy emerge from the crowd of students, he's awfully young, he was also intrigued, i turned to him, and to my surprise, he seems familiar, then it hit me, “Michael?” I voice, it was barely audioble, is it him? Had fate brought us back?