A fallen angel woke up in the lake of fire. He lost his limbs, wings, and his own memory. The only thing he could think of was-Helel, his name was Helaire. And there was a voice in his head that kept telling him: Heller, don't open that door.
Two diverging streams, they never flow into the same river. The vanished morning star seems like the universe that fell from the sky yesterday.
"The sky that is almost at my fingertips, the sky... Is it really just a dream that I refuse to give up..."
"If even Lucifer, the radiant morning star, can't do it... Then Helaire, can you give me this answer?"
"The supreme masterpiece of the Apostle of the Dawn,"
"Crush the glory of the past."
Rewritten, keeping the old content separately
ps: The main and passive tendency is essentially all Heller, there is no fixed cp
Concept: A story of death and ashes