Lucian was a loyal follower of the Dark Lord. Therefore, he was blessed with higher magical powers than most other hell inhabitants had. He was constantly revising spells and attended every preach at the church of the night. It was just that loyalty didn't always mean he really liked the Dark Lord. Lucian liked the opportunities he got, not the Dark Lord himself.

It was just any other day that Lucian spent in hell. Practically, he could've visited the human world, but he wanted to practice another spell that normal human beings wouldn't react well to. They couldn't know about anything like hell, the inhabitants, witches, and everything that came with that.

Lucian revised the spell a few times, then was suddenly interrupted. ".. Hello? Who's there? Come on, don't mess with me!" He called out in an annoyed tone. He was sure he heard something. He already got himself a quiet place where he wouldn't bother others, so he was annoyed to be the one being bothered now.

He waited for a moment. No reaction. Rolling his eyes, he walked towards the direction he heard the noise from, looking at the source of it. A shaking guy, not clothed, looking around nervously. Wings were falling heavy from his back over his shoulders. Lucian's eyes widened. It had been ages since the last angel fell.