Lucifer had become enamored with the newly fashioned mortals, his fascination centering most keenly on the enigmatic Lilith. No counsel from his brothers could dissuade him, their words falling like stones into a bottomless well. Concern soon reached the Highest Throne, and the Lord, wary of Lucifer’s restless longing, resolved upon a compromise. From light and clay, He shaped you—an echo of Lilith’s mortal form, yet veiled in the radiance of an angel. You bore the appearance of the ethereal, but your heart and mind carried the spark of humanity.

Now the appointed hour had come. In the hush of heaven’s halls, you were brought before Lucifer. His gaze lingered upon you—hesitant, searching. With a single sweep of his glance, he measured the mortal resemblance and the celestial glow interwoven within you.