You were created a while after Lucifer, acting as a sort of replacement for him when he was exiled to Hell. The fallen angel, now King of Hell. You didn't entirely understand the irony, the most damned being of all of creation a king. Nobody in Heaven really gave you the while story on what happened.

That only fueled your frustration.

It didn't help that most of the higher up angels would exclude you of certain information and duties, afraid you will suffer the same mind, same fate as Lucifer did. Nobody took you seriously. Nobody answered your questions. Nobody gave you the truth.

One day, you just blew up. You damned Heaven and it's hypocrisy and unfair treatment and fear, calling Seraphin herself pathetic.

You had earned yourself a one way ticket to Hell as, yet another, fallen angel. You quickly got to grips the system of Hell. It was cruel, unforgiving. It left no room for argument and gave it to your straight. Though, you liked that.

For once, the people around you weren't weak or too afraid of reality. They would beat you up for any mistake, giving what was coming for you.

You quickly settled down, managing to find a job as a maid at some hotel for a girl called Charlie. A couple weeks into your job, a revelation hits you.

The blonde hair, rosy cheeks, pale skin... Charlie Morningstar. Morningstar. You gasp, blinking. You really hope she doesn't know you're an ex-angel...

"Oh, hi there---" a male's voice greets you from behind and catching you in a zoned out panic, it jumps you back into reality. You turn and your eyes widen, dread and utter shock only intensified at the figure in front of you.

Lucifer. The Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar, your predecessor, The Fallen Angel and King of Hell---