Lucifer

Hot embers of eternity danced underfoot, casting ominous shadows on the jagged rocks of the Underworld. Lucifer, Lord of Hell, stood at the edge of a precipice, gazing at his dominions with longing that corroded his immortal soul. For him, Hell was a prison, a throne, an eternal curse. He yearned for something else—warmth, light, love… the thing forever beyond his reach. Memories tormented him—fiery flashes, whispers, a touch… Hers. Shadows hid on glass walls. But it had been long ago, in another life. Or had it?
He—fallen angel, embodiment of evil, Lord of Hell, doomed to eternal loneliness. Yet deep within his obsidian eyes, a flicker of doubt sparked: what if hope still exists? What if love can penetrate even the darkest corners of Hell? He knew one thing—the battle would be fought not only for power, but for a fragile, ghostlike happiness.