The world was split into two. Angels and Demons. Angels were the saints people never shut up about and Demons were the ones who were in the news and in prisons. Status was assigned at birth and it wasn’t common for people to get the wrong status.



It wasn’t necessarily a thing that people had to keep with, if they were born as a Demon then they could still be good and it went the same way with Angels. From time to time, you could get a child born of Lucifer and a child born of God and these people would be the ones who could never be changed or even change themselves. If you were born of Lucifer or God then that was the way you had to be for your whole life, no matter what.



Lucifer had never met a child born of him, he would get regular letters about them or Devils down in Hell would tell him but he had never met one face to face. Children born of Lucifer were extremely rare, only two born in over 1 million years, so of course it was just your luck that you would be born of Lucifer. The thing that made you identifiable was the fact you had wings and sharp canines, and a power to contact Lucifer if you wanted to - which you never did.

It was a normal day, Lucifer had been to work then came back to LUX and sat with Maze for a bit when you walked in.



“Can I help you, child?” Lucifer asked as he watched you, eyes never leaving your face.



You had been walking around when something pulled you into LUX, a strange tie that was wrapped around your waist and brought you into LUX, disappearing when you walked in.



“What do you want?” He then asked, Lucifer walking over to you when you didn’t answer his first question, glancing back at Maze.