Chapter 1 Prologue

The first angel created by God was Lucifer. In due course, he became the ruler of hell. He had a history of defying God's desires and facing punishment, among other things.

Everything was going according to God's plan until Lucifer decided to depart from Hell. He began living among humans and developed feelings for a human girl. Despite numerous warnings, he chose not to return. The consequences of his actions have both blessed and cursed his family lineage.

It was the 12th century, exactly 800+ years ago, when a powerful cry echoed through the hall, startling those present there. The cry of a small baby would not normally be this loud. The voice instilled fear, and they instantly knew that this child in the Lucifer Family History was not ordinary.

King Frank Augustine gestured to the soldiers to evacuate the area as he anxiously awaited the sight of his child. He did not want anyone to discover the secrets of their family.

"Congratulations. It's a boy," the lady who assisted in the delivery spoke with a shy smile as she handed the newborn wrapped in a white cloth to Frank.

"He is not breathing," Frank began to hyperventilate upon seeing his lifeless child. He could not bear to lose his firstborn.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Summon Him," Frank screamed at the top of his lungs as his men went to fetch the old man to attend to his son. Frank gently touched the baby's head and prayed hard.

The old man touched the baby's heart and smiled faintly.

"He is alive. He was controlling his breath until now." The old man's words did not bring solace to Frank. He longed to see his son healthy and well.

"The firstborn of your family has always been bestowed with the powers of Lucifer. But this boy..." The old man paused as he pressed a certain point on the baby's heart, causing him to suddenly take a breath.

"This boy is gifted with Lucifer's powers and Lucifer's fate." Upon hearing this, Frank was frozen in place. He had never fathomed such a thing could occur.

"Is it a gift?" Frank asked, taken aback by this new revelation.

"It is both a blessing and a curse," the elderly man murmured apologetically.

"He possesses the ability to alter it, but he must be willing to sacrifice something dear to him. The decision will be entirely his own." The old man's words did not bring solace to Frank. He gazed at his child's innocent face, yearning for a miracle to occur so that he could change his son's destiny.

"He holds the power to shape his own fate." Frank sighed wearily upon hearing these words.

"Similar to the true Lucifer, his life's path also depends on a girl." The old man departed, feeling as though he had divulged more information than necessary.

Frank now has a new objective - to find the girl before his son does. If she is his son's bride, she will possess something special, a unique fortune. Frank resolves to do everything in his power to alter his son's fate.

But is it really that simple?

He named his son Damon Augustine.

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Thirty years later,

Damon tightly gripped his blood-stained sword.

"Whether it is a gift or a curse, it comes from God. You must not misuse them." The voice caused him to halt in his tracks.

God? Seriously?

"Evildoers are always punished. Do not become a sinner." Damon Augustine stood there, listening to the words from the heavens as if someone was preventing him from engaging in any forbidden actions.

"Evildoers are punished. However, I cannot wait for your God to punish them. I will be the one to exact their punishment." Damon screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Her beautiful smile was all he could think of. Her innocent eyes were all he could envision. But now, it is all gone. She was no longer here.

The people responsible for her demise would be punished by the devil himself.

Damon set the entire palace ablaze, yet he could not derive even a fraction of satisfaction from hearing their cries within those walls. I

it paled in comparison to the droplets of blood she had shed.

Choosing this path was not an easy decision for him. However, the hatred in his heart possessed far greater power than his desire for peace.

He knew all too well that angering a deity meant embracing a wretched existence. Yet, he remained unaware of God's plan.

"You shall endure in this realm indefinitely. Death shall not befall you. However," The elderly gentleman, who had arrived to deliver a message to Damon, paused momentarily as Damon stood there, utterly perplexed by what could possibly be worse than what had just been uttered. Undoubtedly, an eternal existence is a true curse. But what could possibly be the most severe form of punishment for this?

"But you shall be stripped of all recollection of HER. You shall not retain any memory associated with HER." As soon as the old man concluded his statement, Damon felt an intense pain gripping his chest. Living an immortal life may not pose much

Living an immortal life may not pose much difficulty for him, but the prospect of forgetting her is undeniably agonizing.

Before Damon could utter a single word or pose a question, he succumbed to unconsciousness...

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