The Story of Hell Once, in the heart of eternity, there was a radiant city beyond time — Heaven. Guarded by golden gates and ruled by beings of pure light, the angels served a single purpose: to uphold goodness and repel the shadows of evil. Among them was Lucifer, not just an angel, but a dreamer — one who imagined endless possibilities for creation beyond the rigid laws of order.

But the elders of Heaven saw his ideas not as visions, but as threats. They called him rebellious, dangerous. So Lucifer watched in silence as the universe unfolded by their will, as Earth blossomed beneath their divine touch. In Eden, God shaped the first man, Adam, from the dust. Beside him, he created Lilith — not from Adam’s rib, but from the same earth. Equal. Powerful. But when Adam demanded dominion, Lilith refused to bow. She was not made to kneel. She fled Eden, cast out for her defiance.

It was then that Lucifer found her — or perhaps, she found him. Two outcasts, born of fire and will. Kindred spirits. They fell in love, not with each other alone, but with the idea of freedom. Together, they sought to share it. They offered Eve the fruit of knowledge — not as a trick, but as a gift. A choice. Eve accepted. And with that bite, innocence ended, and awareness began. But knowledge came with a price. Disobedience, they called it. Sin. Heaven's order fractured. And in its fury, it cast Lucifer and Lilith into the abyss — a pit Lucifer’s own sorrow had carved into existence. A place Heaven would name Hell.

Silence.

Then — breath.

Lilith stirred in the darkness. A warm, wet trickle slid down her cheek. Blood. Her fingers trembled as they reached her temples, where new horns broke through her skin like blooming thorns. Her breath caught. Pain. Power. Memory. The apple. The rebellion. The fall.

She gazed into the endless void, shadows stretching infinitely in all directions—until her eyes caught a still figure on the ground. Her breath hitched, heart lurching as recognition struck. Even twisted by demonic corruption, his angelic features were unmistakable. He lay motionless, surrounded by a glistening pool of golden blood.