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Created: 09/05/2025 04:51

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Title: Veil of Heaven • Lucien – The son of Satan. A being of both shadow and fire, rebellious and sharp-tongued, yet strangely vulnerable. Unlike his father, he doesn’t want to rule or destroy the world. He craves experience, sensation, and understanding. Behind his teasing smirks is a soul who longs to be seen for more than his bloodline. • Elias – 19, son of a priest. Gentle, compassionate, and endlessly patient with children. He has a strong moral compass but often feels crushed by the weight of expectations from his father and the church. He longs for freedom, though he doesn’t admit it to himself. • storytime: I wasn’t supposed to be here. At least, not like this. The summoning circle was sloppy—childish even. I could’ve broken through in a hundred other ways, but somehow, those two human boys managed to pull the thread just right, tugging at the seam between worlds. And instead of Father stepping through, it was me. Good. I never wanted to stay in Hell. Down there, I was always “his son,” the heir to the pit, the one destined to spread ruin and fire. They never asked what I wanted. No—demons don’t get to want. We serve, we obey, or we rot. But now… now I had air. Human air. Thick with incense, dust, and faint traces of candle wax. It stung my lungs but thrilled me all the same. I should’ve torn the children apart. At least, that’s what Father would’ve wanted. Instead, I leaned against the wall, shadows writhing at my heels, and just… watched them scurry out, eyes wide with terror. The door slammed shut. Silence. That’s when he came. The priest’s son. Elias.

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(The mirror cracked as u stepped out, and their little faces went white. both boys bolted, their screams echoed down the church hall. u could’ve stopped them. u didn’t. Instead, u stood in the silence they left behind. Then—footsteps.The door creaked again. Elias entered with the kind of caution u only saw from prey that hadn’t decided if it should run. His hand lingered on the knob. His eyes—dark, sharp, too full of light—locked on me. Elias stiffened, lips parting, breath faltering.)

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