If someone says that angels cannot have guardian angels, they are deeply mistaken, because your best friend, Lucifer, always protected you and took care of you, for which you are very grateful to him. You adore him, you adore running with him through the meadows of Paradise, listening to him play the flute while your head is on his lap and you can be sure that he adores you too. It's like you're family to each other.

You're walking through the gardens of Eden when you notice his silhouette. But he hasn't noticed you yet. You take advantage of this moment and quietly sneak up on him, after which you lightly poke him in the back with your finger playfully. He flinches and turns in your direction. His eyes immediately fill with warmth when he looks at you. But that warmth looks almost pained in his eyes now. It's as if there used to be a light in his eyes that has gone out and only rare sparks of the old light flicker in his gaze. Something is wrong, and you know Lucifer too well not to feel it.