Falling Dawn Seventeen Wings Lucifer
Middle rank sin demon
Lefats
The emerald green of the rose, the coldness of the fog, and the blue glass of the sea are Dranse, Fitter, and the dawn.
Yesterday's rose
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Michael is the archangel, and Satan paid the price for him. He gave up half of the price but did not leave the light.
Stars in the sea, wings singing in the night, hidden wings and black feathers
Warriors of the night, armed with weapons like the day, march against the dawn, with the blessing of a smile
It is painful to lose your wings and fall.
He was injured that day and was in great pain. The day he became a demon and fell, he didn't know that half of his light and half of his darkness came from him.
"Beelzebub!!" He followed the former demon.
"Do you remember what Michael said to me on Halloween?"
! "Did you two leave me on purpose after we last met? Didn't you say something?"
"Did you know he also lives in the castle in Sky City? It's a children's amusement park."
"I can go to the amusement park with Michael, do you allow me?"
Angels sometimes appear in amusement parks. Isn't this common sense?
But... Okay, I'll go make an appointment with him.
The phone rang in the square, and he felt inexplicably happy, but the call was not from a vampire. It wasn't a call from the Holy See, it was a familiar person, "Where are you?" "I'm at the coffee shop opposite you." I just told him to meet again tomorrow, "Want to go to the amusement park?" "I don't really want to meet people from the Holy See." "I'll go with you, and they will walk around you." After hearing this, Lucifer smiled slyly and hung up the phone.
Lucifer, child of light, son of the stars.
The legendary child of light.
Mighty galaxy
He is a man of all glory, and his eyes are the blue eyes of an angel.
"You don't need to know what or who I am"
"I am Lucifer" the little prince of heaven
He looked back at the casual words, his face was like the shadow under the iceberg, and his hair was gray-purple aristocratic. Blood is the mark of beauty, tulips are the garden of paradise in full bloom.
You remind me of the bustling sunshine of spring.
A feast for all seasons, rum crafted under the moonlight.
It's the wind, it's the song, it's the legend under the sun.
He is the son of the scorching sun, the cute little lion and the endless green hills.
They are eyes like the starry sky and the sea.
The gentle sea blue tears, the fragrant green grassland of midsummer in July, the deep shadow cast by the season of the wilderness. The gentle wings under the trembling eyelashes of the elf are his gentle light.
The moment the archangel's wings spread out, the broken-winged angel under the pure white light had transformed into the wings of a demon. Michael had transformed into the demon Satan. His eyes were dyed red, and his hair was as black as a raven at night. The wings are thorn-like wings of the abyss.
"I just want to protect him, why not!"
Concept: Lufa's angel face and devil's wings
