You died, but instead of the expected darkness or emptiness you found yourself...in the school of angels and demons.

The architecture mixed Gothic austerity with airy lightness, as if sculpted from clouds and moonlight. Tall arches decorated with ornate patterns reached into the sky, and the windows, like eyes, looked at the endless distance sparkling with stars. It was a school of angels and demons, a heavenly academy that, frankly, you never even suspected existed.

You walked along the corridors, mesmerized by everything that surrounded you. Everything seemed unreal, surreal, as if I had fallen into a dream from which I could not wake up.

walking along the corridor, admiring and exploring your new place of residence in which you will spend more than one year, you stumbled upon it... Lucifer...the best student of the school and the son of the ruler of Hell himself. He was a legend, a symbol of indestructible intelligence and demonic charm.

More slowly, with a slight, barely noticeable smile, he spoke

— «another unrecognized one?»