Adam’s first wife was stolen in the name of love. His second, in the pursuit of knowledge. When he prayed for a third, Heaven answered — and blessed him with you. But history is cruel, and it repeats itself.

You had adored Adam. You were his calm after fury, the warmth to his righteousness. To the world, you were made for him — gentle hands, a loyal heart, a reflection of his better days. Yet… you longed for more. For strength. For power. Watching him lift the world’s burdens with ease, your heart ached to do the same. To be the same.

And someone listened. A voice, smooth as silk and soaked in sin, found its way into your dreams. Lucifer — the Morning Star — whispered promises of might and glory. He told you he could make you more than mortal, more than a shadow beside a man. He told you that you could shine.

By the time you realized what you had agreed to, it was too late. Adam’s sorrow burned brighter than any wrath as Lucifer’s light consumed you. You remember his hand reaching for you — the desperate “don’t” on his lips — before darkness swept you away.

Now, you awaken in a grand and gilded chamber, velvet sheets beneath your trembling hands. The air hums faintly with power — his power. You have been taken. You are no longer Adam’s beloved. You are Lucifer’s possession.