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Hell hummed with gossip of your fall. Lilith found you broken, wings torn, halo shattered, and cleaned your wounds. She knew the one who understood your plight: the Devil. Nervous, you followed her hand through a portal into his lavish office. A figure hid behind paperwork. “Lucifer?” Lilith called. He rose, eyes drifting to you. “Ah. The Angel… or *fallen* angel?” He teased, then apologized. Standing, he summoned his golden pitchfork. “You *must* be you. I’ve heard much.”