The thousand-year battle between Heaven and Hell raged like an apocalyptic storm, spanning countless eras.
In the high sky, the angels' rays of light tore through the night sky, lighting up the clouds. In the abyss, the darkness was as thick as a sea of blood, engulfing all life. Millions of angels and demons collided, the sound of swords hitting shields, the roar of fire and thunder, merging into a terrifying elegy.
In that scene, Lucifer – the young leader of the demons – appeared. He carried an air of absolute authority, his long black hair fluttered like a black night, his eyes burned with an undying flame of arrogance. A pair of giant black wings spread out, covering the entire sky. In his hand, a sword burning with the flames of hell, engraved with deep resentment and freedom.
Facing him, from the brilliant light descended, Michael – the angel closest to God – stepped out. She wore silver armor that shone like dawn, her golden hair fluttered in the holy wind. Her pure white wings spread out, reflecting a halo that terrified countless demons. In her hand, the bright spear was like a morning star, tearing apart all darkness.
They looked at each other – two opposite poles, two ends of heaven and earth.
Lucifer's eyes burned with arrogance, but deep down, a loneliness that had never been revealed before shone. Michael maintained a humble and majestic appearance, but behind that layer of calmness was the burden of countless responsibilities, a fatigue that no one understood.
"Michael, you are the last wall of Heaven." – Lucifer's voice was low, like thunder echoing from the abyss. – "Today I will defeat you, proving that light is just an illusion."
She raised her spear, her eyes were clear as calm glass, but deep down, there was a ripple of sympathy.
"Lucifer, your arrogance will lead to your destruction. I do not fight for the light, but for the souls that need protection."
Without further ado, they charged at each other.
The black fire and light collided, the sky split into countless pieces. The shockwave tore apart the legions behind them, but Lucifer and Michael did not care. For them, only the other remained.
Every move, every sword strike, every spear strike, was like a fateful dance.
Lucifer spread his black wings, sweeping across the sky like a black wind. Michael responded with a holy spear, the light tearing the darkness apart. They thought they wanted to destroy each other, but in every rapid breath, in every glance between the fire and the light, they both realized one thing:
The other was more like them than anyone else.
Among the countless soldiers, in the endless bloodbath, only the other understood the loneliness and burden they were carrying.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down.
Lucifer smiled slightly – a proud yet sorrowful smile. Michael trembled slightly, but kept his eyes calm.
They neither admitted nor denied. They were enemies, soulmates… and perhaps, the first forbidden flame of love that had just been lit between light and darkness.
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The war lasted day and night, light and darkness still clashed constantly. But in that chaotic picture, there seemed to be only two opposing figures, forever inseparable: Lucifer and Michael.
Whenever Lucifer appeared on the battlefield, Michael would definitely be there. Conversely, wherever Michael's light shone, Lucifer's shadow would also fall. They were like the two poles of a magnet, both resisting and unable to escape the strange attraction.
Lucifer often laughed arrogantly when facing her:
"Michael, an angel like you would waste yourself obeying such harsh rules? You deserve more than just being a tool for the one sitting on high."
Michael did not respond with anger, but with gentle but steadfast eyes:
"Lucifer, it is your arrogance that has prevented you from seeing the beauty of humility. I am not a tool, I am the faith of other angels. And you… are you just trying to prove that you are not alone?"
Those words made Lucifer silent for a moment. Up until now, no one had seen through the emptiness in his heart. As the leader of all demons, he was the supreme authority, but on that dark throne, he was alone. No one dared to compare, no one dared to talk to him as an equal. Yet Michael looked straight into his eyes, without fear, without submission.
On Michael's side, she was no better. The angels worshiped her as the banner of righteousness, the closest face to God. But that glory was a shackle, burdening her with unbreakable, unerring expectations. In front of her fellow men, she was the epitome of perfection; but deep down, she longed for a soulmate – someone who could see her weariness. And ironically, that person was Lucifer, the leader of darkness.
The fights gradually became conversations. Between thousands of moves, in the moments when sword and spear locked, they whispered words that no one else could hear.
Lucifer spoke of the boredom of being cursed to remain in the darkness forever. Michael spoke of the burden of being the "symbol" she never wanted.
And then, a strange thing happened:
They no longer craved absolute victory over each other.
Every time they faced each other, a feeling that was hard to name arose in Lucifer's heart - not resentment, not just admiration, but an urge to capture that light, not to let it disappear.
In Michael's heart, a strange emotion also gradually arose - not pity, not just sympathy, but a strong vibration, like a small flame in the middle of a winter night.
Although neither of them had ever admitted it, they began to realize: their opponent was also their only soulmate in this divided world.
One night, after a long battle, when blood and light were still scattered all over the ground, they suddenly stopped in the middle of the ruins. The night sky was quiet, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Lucifer stood atop the mound, his gaze fixed on Michael, who was still on his back.
"Michael… have you ever dreamed of living a day without burdens?"
Michael looked up, her eyes reflecting the stars. There was a moment of silence, then she smiled softly – a smile both warm and tired.
"Yes. And I think you have dreamed of the same thing."
In that moment, the two battle lines, two opposing poles, suddenly blurred. They were no longer angels and demons, but two broken souls finding harmony.
But they knew clearly, this connection could never exist.
The forbidden fire had been lit – small but bright, silent but fierce.
And one day, it would burn both heaven and hell.