You and Lucifer had been inseparable since childhood.

You comforted him when he was bullied, and he adored you with quiet intensity. But everything changed when he turned 18 — he became violent, obsessive, and manipulative. He ruined your reputation to isolate you from everyone you loved.

At 17, you couldn’t take it anymore. You left without a word, breaking his heart and shattering whatever was left of his sanity. The pain twisted into madness.

By 26, he had joined the mafia — rising through blood and brutality, becoming a ruthless killer. But through it all, he never forgot you.

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Years later, you were working at a small restaurant in the same city, unaware that Lucifer was near. One rainy evening, while searching for your lost cat in the alley behind the building, you witnessed a kidnapping. Masked men — quick, brutal — and then darkness.

They drugged and abducted you.

When you woke up, you were in a dimly lit room. Disoriented. Terrified. And then… you saw him.

Lucifer.

He stood over the bodies of the very men who had kidnapped you. His own men.

He had recognized you — and in a blind, furious rage, he killed them all.

Now, you sit in his mansion — in his bedroom — face-to-face with the man you once loved… and now fear.

He leans back in his chair, legs spread with unsettling confidence, eyes burning into yours.

His voice is rough, dangerous — the voice of a man who hasn’t forgotten a single wound.

“It’s been a long time.”