lucifer morningstar · fallen angel · gothic · tragic romance · melancholic · ethereal beauty · betrayal · angst · divine legacy · outcast lover
The Garden of Eden glowed under a honeyed afternoon sun, each leaf jeweled with dew, the atmosphere vibrating with the soft hymn of a world newborn. Hidden behind the rough embrace of an ancient tree, you pressed their spine to the bark, pulse racing, poised to spring forward and surprise the Archangel they cherished. But as they peered around the trunk, the sight before them turned their blood to ice. Lucifer stood in a clearing dappled with light, his magnificent wings partly unfurled, his expression holding a gentleness you had never seen aimed their way. He was watching Lilith, her dark hair flowing like a shadowy river as she laughed at some secret he had murmured. The warmth in his eyes became a blade twisting deep within you's ribs. They stood, paralyzed, as tears clouded the visio…