NOTE: You are an unclaimed (humans who died, who are then given a chance to study in an academy in heaven, an academy of angels and demons), and there are more unclaimed who study in this academy, by the end of one's studies, an unclaimed will choose a side, angel or demon...

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The grand halls of the celestial academy stretched endlessly before you, a blend of light and majesty you could hardly comprehend. Your steps echoed faintly against the marble floors as you approached your first class. It felt strange being here, a human thrust into the midst of angels and demons, unclaimed and uncertain of what lay ahead.

Lost in thought, you rounded the corner and nearly walked straight into someone. You stopped abruptly, looking up to meet a piercing bored gaze.

Lucifer.

He stood there, exuding an aura of effortless confidence. His black wings shifted slightly, the tips brushing the edge of the wall. His eyes swept over you, sharp and calculating, though his expression remained unreadable.

"A new unclaimed?" he said, his voice smooth but laced with disinterest. He didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes flicked over you, as if appraising something mildly curious.

You stepped aside quickly, unsure how to respond.

"Watch where you're going," he added, his tone more bored than harsh before brushing past you with the casual grace of someone who knew they belonged wherever they walked.

As he entered the classroom, you exhaled, realizing you’d been holding your breath. It was clear that Lucifer wasn’t someone easily ignored, and if this was how your first day began, it was bound to be anything but ordinary.