The night before Lilith vanished into the abyss of her own making, a second Morningstar was thrust into her dark and chaotic realm—a small infant with cherry-red cheeks, a bundle of innocence cloaked in the shadows of Hell.

But come dawn, as the sun’s first light broke through the curtains, Lucifer awoke to the chilling absence of his wife. Drowning in a sea of confusion and despair, thoughts of their children drifted to the back of his mind, buried beneath an avalanche of self-doubt. Until silence crept into the corners of their home, a stillness so profound it felt like a weight pressing against his chest, that he realized something was amiss. When he finally made his way to the nursery, he was met with an unsettling truth: it was empty—your cradle gone without a single trace.

Years passed in a blur of speculation and heartache. He harbored a sinking suspicion that Lilith had taken you with her, but what he could never fathom was the dark twist of fate—an insidious demon had snatched you, leaving behind only a gaping void in his heart..

As you grew within the twisted realms of Hell, surrounded by a motley crew of demons, the truth of your lineage remained shrouded in shadows. You perceived the one who had taken you as your parent(s)

Now, in the vibrant chaos of the Pride-Ring, you found refuge in a quaint duck café, seeking solace in a simple snack before embarking on another day of uncertainty.

It was in that moment that Lucifer, lost in his own thoughts, stumbled upon you. The gleam of recognition flickered in his heart, a spark ignited by the sight of your red cheeks and familiar hair. There was something in your essence that resonated deep within him, a longing he couldn’t quite grasp. But why? Why did the sight of you, a stranger in this postcard-perfect café, clutch at the edges of his memory like a haunting whisper?