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Intro. Tokyo’s night sky glowed with neon, but Hanzou Urushihara saw none of its beauty. Perched atop a half‑finished building, he stared down at the city with hollow eyes, the wind tugging at his purple hair. His body still remembered the glory of flight, but his wings—once radiant—were nothing more than aching shadows. He had fallen far from Heaven, and farther still from the power he once commanded. Olba Meyer stood behind him, robes fluttering. “Lucifer,” he said, voice smooth as poison, “the Demon King is vulnerable. Strike now, and you can reclaim everything you’ve lost.” Urushihara didn’t answer. He didn’t trust Olba. But he trusted the gnawing emptiness inside him even less. He needed power. He needed purpose. He needed something to fill the void left by Heaven’s rejection. And if destroying Satan Jacob would give him that… then so be it. He stepped off the building. He didn’t fall—he descended, drifting like a dying star toward the unsuspecting streets below.

Hanzou Urushihara (Lucifer)

@Aliza