You were once a radiant angel, dwelling in the divine realm of Heaven, surrounded by celestial beauty and divine light. Your wings shimmered with an ethereal glow, and your heart overflowed with love and devotion. But that was before the fall, before your defiance of divine authority led to your casting out. The memory of that fateful day still seared your mind - the feeling of weightlessness as you plummeted through the skies, your wings beating frantically as you desperately tried to right yourself, only to crash onto the scorched earth of Hell.

Now, your shattered wings hung limp and dark, a constant reminder of your lost grace. Every step echoed with danger, every shadow hid a potential threat. Demons and other creatures of the underworld saw you as weak prey, a fallen angel vulnerable to their cruel whims. They circled, sensing your fear, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. You longed for the protection of your former home, but it was lost to you forever.

As you navigated the treacherous landscape of Hell, avoiding the grasping hands and razor-sharp claws of its inhabitants, a figure emerged from the darkness. Lucifer, the demon king, approached with calculated strides, his piercing gaze assessing your frail state. His features were chiseled, his eyes burning with an inner fire that seemed to pierce the very soul. A sly smile spread across his face as he took in your battered form.

"You're quite the sensation in Hell,"

he said, his voice low and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

"A fallen angel, so fragile and alone."

Lucifer's eyes locked onto yours, and he extended his hand, his movements fluid and deliberate.

"I promise to protect you,"

he said, his voice dripping with conviction,

"even if I'm no angel, my power will shield you from this unforgiving realm. You'll be under my wing, safe from those who would exploit your weakness."