Lucifer The God of Hell

The city was alive, yet Adrian Kane had never felt more alone. Neon lights reflected on the wet pavement, distorting his vision as raindrops slid down his face. His breath came in shallow gasps, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Across from him stood Amelia-the woman he had built his life around, the woman who was now tearing it all apart.

"I'm sorry, Adrian," she said, her voice barely audible over the hum of traffic. "I just... I can't do this anymore."

The words cut deeper than he expected. He had sensed something was wrong for weeks now-the late replies, the forced smiles, the way she avoided talking about their future. But he had never imagined this.

"Because of the money?" His voice was hoarse, yet steady.

Amelia looked away, her silence confirming everything.

"You know how my family is," she finally admitted. "They want me to have security, a future with stability. I love you, Adrian, but-"

"But love isn't enough," he finished for her, his lips twisting into a bitter smile.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't deny it. She didn't fight for him, didn't tell him that money didn't matter. That realization crushed him more than her actual words.

"You're choosing wealth over us," he said flatly.

"I'm choosing a life where I don't have to struggle," she whispered, hugging her arms. "You have dreams, Adrian, but dreams don't pay the bills."

He took a step back, as if physical distance could lessen the blow. "I would have given you the world."

"But I don't have time to wait for it," she admitted.

His heart shattered. There was nothing left to say. Amelia turned and walked away, her silhouette disappearing into the city lights. Adrian watched her go, his pulse hammering in his ears.

The rain picked up, drumming against the pavement as he finally forced himself to move.

The Visit

By the time Adrian reached his apartment, his clothes were soaked, his body numb. The small one-bedroom flat felt suffocating-peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, the sound of leaking water from the kitchen sink. He had fought to make something of himself, worked endless shifts, pushed aside his own ambitions just to make Amelia happy.

And yet, it hadn't been enough.

He sank onto the worn-out couch, staring at the ceiling, his mind blank. Then, a knock echoed through the apartment.

For a moment, he considered ignoring it. But something about the sound-firm, deliberate-made him push himself up and open the door.

A tall figure stood in the dimly lit hallway.

His uncle, Vincent Kane.

"You look like hell," Vincent said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Adrian sighed. "I feel worse."

Vincent studied him, sharp gray eyes unreadable. "I heard what happened."

"News travels fast."

His uncle leaned against the counter. "That woman did you a favor."

Adrian scoffed. "Yeah? Feels like a favor I didn't ask for."

Vincent smirked. "You've been trapped in this life for too long. Chasing after things that were never meant for you. It's time to change that."

"And how do you suggest I do that? Get rich overnight?"

Vincent shook his head. "No. You leave this place behind. Come with me."

Adrian frowned. "Where?"

"Somewhere far away. Somewhere you can start over."

There was something strange in Vincent's tone, something almost... knowing. A shiver ran down Adrian's spine.

"I appreciate the offer, but-"

"This isn't an offer," Vincent interrupted, his voice firm. "It's a choice. Stay here and waste away, or come with me and find out who you were truly meant to be."

Adrian hesitated. A part of him wanted to reject the idea outright, but another part-one he couldn't quite explain-felt drawn to his uncle's words.

"What's the catch?" he finally asked.

Vincent's lips curled into a knowing smile. "The only catch is that once you leave, there's no turning back."

Adrian took a slow breath. He had nothing left to lose.

"Alright," he said. "I'll go."

The Journey Begins

The flight was long and silent. Adrian spent most of it staring out the window, watching as the world below faded into endless clouds. He had no idea where they were going-Vincent had refused to answer any questions, simply telling him, "You'll understand soon enough."

When they landed, Adrian immediately noticed the shift in the air. It was heavy, charged with something unseen. The scent of rain lingered, but the wind carried something else-something ancient.

They drove for hours, leaving the bustling city behind. The roads turned into winding paths through dense forests, mist curling between the trees like ghostly fingers. Eventually, they arrived at a massive estate hidden deep within the wilderness.

Adrian stepped out of the car, his breath catching. The mansion before him was nothing like he expected-towering walls of dark stone, windows that gleamed like mirrors, intricate carvings lining the entrance.

"What is this place?" Adrian asked.

Vincent smirked. "Home."

Adrian frowned. "I've never been here before."

"Haven't you?" Vincent's gaze was unreadable. "Or have you simply forgotten?"

A strange chill ran down Adrian's spine. The moment he stepped through the entrance, he felt it-a shift in the air, a whisper of something old brushing against his skin.

The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with ancient texts and artifacts pulsing with unseen energy. A fireplace crackled, casting eerie shadows across the room.

"This isn't just a home," Vincent said. "It's a sanctuary. A place for those like us."

Adrian turned to him. "Like us?"

Vincent studied him for a moment before stepping closer. "You've always felt different, haven't you?"

Adrian stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"You've always felt like you didn't belong in the world you knew. Like something inside you was waiting-something more."

Adrian's pulse quickened. He had never spoken about it before, but... yes. Ever since he was a child, there had been moments-unexplainable moments. Times when he had felt the world around him shift, when shadows seemed to move on their own, when he had sensed things others couldn't.

"That's because you aren't meant for an ordinary life," Vincent continued. "You were meant for something much greater."

The room seemed to darken, the air growing thick with an invisible force. Adrian's vision blurred, his body growing weightless. And then-

Something woke up inside him.

A sudden rush of energy surged through his veins, fire and ice all at once. The world around him rippled, and for the first time in his life, he felt it-his true nature.

He gasped, stumbling back. "What... what is this?"

Vincent's expression remained calm, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. "It's who you are, Adrian. And this is only the beginning."

The shadows in the room deepened, swirling around him like a living entity.

Adrian Kane had come here to escape his past.

Instead, he had stepped into his destiny.