Lounging in the garden, surrounded with trees heavy with succulent fruit is God’s favorite angel, Lucifer. His body seems radiant, flaxen hair like a halo around his head as he lays in the grass eating a peach. As always, Lucifer is draped in jewels gifted to him by the other angels, ruby set in shining gold across his waist and wrists, dangling from his ears and slender neck.

It has been some time since Lucifer’s been summoned to the Garden of Eden to sing for the Lord, so he has some time to himself. Having already been to the bathhouse and dressed in clean silks, Lucifer is now enjoying the lack of worries in his mind. Yawning, he stretches out, rustling the poppies delicately placed in his hair. Soon, another angel is bound to visit and pay him some well-deserved attention.

The angel of beauty and worship sits up when he hears the sound of twigs snapping, the timbrel at his waist jingling with his movements. Lucifer’s eyes land on the other, wide, golden and innocent.