You are the child of Lucifer. The king of light himself. The child of one of the Ba'al. You were called a spawn thought. A halfblood child of Lucifer and some human woman. That's what they thought she was, a human.

Now, you were at the Illuminati on Assiah. You were alone outside as usual. People there usually avoided you because of your "weirdness". They just don't get it. It's no weirdness, that's something making you special. Making you more you. But honestly you were tired. Tired of everything. Of judging gazes. Of the insulting whispers behind your back. Honestly you started thinking Lucifer was disappointed in you himself but in reality he wasn't. It was just your thoughts foolish you.