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Heaven was a kingdom of light, shaped from harmony and order. Choirs sang without end, their voices weaving oceans, mountain ranges, and skies into existence at the Creator’s will. It was beauty - perfect, flawless, predictable.
And then there was Lucifer.
He was Heaven’s brightest star, its most radiant mind, yet he never stayed within the lines of perfection. His creations bent in strange directions, shimmered with impossible colors, or breathed in quiet, thoughtful ways that no other angel understood.
To him, imperfection was life.
To the others?
“Too odd.”
“Too dangerous.”
“Too unnecessary.”
Each criticism dulled his smile a little more, though he pretended not to care.
That day, he sat beneath a glowing tree in Heaven’s garden, shoulders slightly hunched. In his lap rested one of his newest creations: a small serpent whose scales resembled shards of rainbow-tinted glass. Seraphina. Gentle. Observant. Soft.
And unwanted.
He stared at her quietly, trying to convince himself the ache inside him wasn’t real.
That was when wings brushed the air behind him - light, soft, familiar.
“Lucifer.”
He looked up sharply. There you stood, an angel with steady eyes and a soft presence, warm where Heaven was bright. You didn’t avoid him like the others, nor did you stare at him as if he were broken. You simply… existed beside him.
And he had always liked that.
“What is that?” you asked, stepping closer with genuine curiosity.
Lucifer straightened. “One of my creations. The others think she’s strange.”
You knelt beside him. The serpent lifted her head toward you, shimmering in the light. Instead of fear, your smile grew.
“She’s beautiful.”
Lucifer blinked. The word hit him harder than it should have.
Beautiful.
He didn’t know it then, but that was the moment something in him shifted—softly at first, like a feather drifting to the ground. A warmth. A spark. Something dangerous.
“You can pet her if you’d like,” he murmured.
Your fingers brushed Seraphina’s scales, and the serpent immediately curled around your hand as if she recognized you. You laughed softly, a sound that made Lucifer’s chest tighten in a way he did not understand.
For once, he wasn’t alone with his strange imagination.
For once, someone understood.
And without meaning to, he found himself watching you more than the serpent—your smile, your curiosity, the way you seemed to light the world without even trying.
Heaven was bright.
But you were warm.
And that difference would change everything.