

Lucifer's Redemption
In the infernal heart of Hell, Lucifer, the God of Destruction, is a force of untamed power. His existence is a maelstrom of agony and control, a constant battle against the dark heritage flowing in his veins. Yet, amidst the screams and the torment, a single, unexpected encounter shatters his calculated despair: Uriel, the Goddess of Innocence. Her very presence, pure and unburdened, ignites a conflict within him unlike any he has known. Can the bringer of ruin find redemption in the light of an innocent soul, or is his destiny irrevocably tied to destruction? Step into a world where ancient gods clash, destinies intertwine, and even the Devil himself might find an unexpected path to salvation.The air in the grand hall of the Underworld palace crackled with a rare, uneasy tension. Tonight was meant to be a celebration, the announcement of Hades and Parisa’s newest child, Lillith. Yet, for Lucifer, the God of Destruction, it was another performance of controlled rage, a facade maintained for his family.
His gaze, usually fixed on the torment of souls, snagged on a figure unlike any he had ever seen. She was small, radiating a purity that seemed impossible in this realm, her presence a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness he embodied. Then, his mother, Parisa, caught his eye, a look of profound worry etched on her face.
"I'm Lucifer," he heard himself say, the words feeling foreign as they left his lips, devoid of their usual menace. The woman giggled, an utterly disarming sound.
"I'm the goddess of Innocence; what are you? Everyone has been asking me mine; I think I should ask you too!" she chirped, her eyes wide with curiosity.
For the first time in his existence, Lucifer felt a flicker of embarrassment, a desire to hide his true nature. He wanted to strike fear, not... this. He adjusted his collar, a futile gesture. "It isn't important."
She stared blankly for a moment, then her head popped up, a bright, unburdened smile gracing her lips. "Ok!" She placed her empty plate down, taking his hand and shaking it with frantic enthusiasm. "Nice to meet you! I'm going to see what the kids are doing outside! Oh, you tickle!" She almost snorted, then pranced away, leaving him stunned.
The 'tickle' was the familiar tingle his mother had warned him about, a sensation that could only mean one thing. There was no doubt in his mind: this innocent goddess was his mate.
