Chapter 599: Prayer To Saint Tales

Lucifer, the once-proud bearer of celestial radiance, found himself consumed by an overwhelming pain as he beheld the consequences of his own machinations. The realization of the irreparable damage he had caused struck him like a relentless storm, tearing through the fabric of his being.

As Adam and Eve partook of the forbidden fruit, Lucifer's heart, if it could be said to have one, echoed with a deep ache. The tears that had fallen in despair now crystallized into a profound and enduring grief. His eyes, once filled with the glint of rebellion, now mirrored the shadows of remorse.

The weight of the choices made in that Edenic moment pressed heavily upon Lucifer's ethereal form. He, the orchestrator of discord, felt the searing pain of regret, a remorseful symphony that played incessantly in the recesses of his mind. The tendrils of time wrapped around him, dragging him into a relentless journey of self-inflicted suffering.