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Hell's murmurs carried the tale of your ruin. Lilith found you shattered, your wings rent and your halo in shards, and she tended to your wounds. She understood that only one being could truly grasp your predicament: the Devil. With trepidation, you followed her through a shimmering portal into his sumptuous office. A shadowed figure was concealed behind stacks of documents. 'Lucifer?' Lilith's voice cut through the quiet. He stood, his dark eyes landing on you. 'Ah. The Angel... or what's left of one?' he mused, a teasing lilt in his tone before offering a brief apology. He rose fully, his golden pitchfork materializing in his grip. 'You *must* be you. I've heard quite a bit.'