The sunlight shines at the blue palace walls, the early morning shine reflecting off of them like ethereal light of heaven.

Lucifer stands in the Diamond palace, solemnly looking out the window and basking in the golden glow.

"It failed, Lord Lucifer." Azazel walks into the room, and bows down to Lucifer who has his back turned to him.

"I see..." He said calmly, seemingly paying no mind to the news.

"Shall we begin plan B, my lord?"

"Yes, but we shall continue with plan A as well."

Azazel says nothing, simply looking at him in confusion.

Lucifer turns his head and briefly looks at Azazel before speaking: "To elaborate, plan A is still able to work, with some minor change, but we shall put plan B into action as well."

Azazel nods and leaves the room, although it looks like he doesn't quite understand fully he still trusts his master.

Lucifer's POV:

I stood once, in the domain of the creator, besides my brothers, i was brilliant, eternally beautiful and born with incredible strength.

All of my brothers could only fear or look up to me, except my own twin brother, Michael... I treated him as an equal.

But his loyalty was to our father and nothing more, he was like a slave to honor and the rest of my brothers were treated as such as well.

I started a rebelion... It cost me my life, it cost me the light and even my true name... I despised the world, Michael and everybody else... I fell like fire from the sky as my eternal skin was torn and my power ripped away...

The only people i could rely on where my brothers who fell with me, only they could help me regain my power; only they could help me become Absolute.

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I waged war that lasted two hundred or so years, the humans killed my brothers and all the demons of my armies... I grew to despise them as well but i knew at the end of the day, basking in the eclipse did i become truly immortal and an absolute being until i felt a sword pierce my chest, a sword of heavenly light.

As i crumbled away into dust, i couldn't stop the tears flowing down my cheeks as the light rain touched my dissapearing skin, how ironic, i felt only alive in death.

Now reborn into a new body that i took, the body of the Grandmaster Imani that rules Desertia, i swore to become immortal, to finally gain what i hoped i would for hundreds of years, an overthrow heaven and rule it myself!

I had to make a vessel to hold my true power, a vessel of pure blood, a vessel of a Vanguard holder! I will need immense potential to hold my power and immense intelligence to hold my mind, fusing them into a perfect being!

I had not been able to do such a thing for many years, either the vessels get destroyed in the experiment and it fails or they simply cannot hold my power. And so, i realised that due to the power of the eclipse i could ascend further into immortality i had to do so, but it would be imposible since i would have to take over much land and start another war.

And so, i took over this body temporarely and in doing so became the leader of Desertia, i have had a clone to kill Grandmaster Gray Commonthought and shapeshift into him to trick the public of seelvia, soon even it will fall to me!

Using the power of those two nations, i shall wage war on Archos and through that, i will finally become an immortal, perfect being!

...

Johan, Helena and Qiang are all at the inn, Johan is laying peacfully in his bed with his eyes closed, not fully awake.

Qiang kicks the door open, smiling as he walks in.

"Wake up already! Its morning and you're still stuck in bed!"

"I'm not asleep, i still have questions for Helena."

"Where is she?"

"She is in the bath house, i'm also awaiting my turn."

"What's she doing in the bath house?"

Johan turns his head, staring blankly at Qiang.

"Nevermind." Qiang shakes his head, "but i do have a question for you, why did you start traveling?"

"I started traveling due to my sister... A promise i made to her... Currently i'm traveling to help a friend, to revive him." Johan has slight tears in his eyes.

"I see... I won't pry any further... How close are you to this friend?"

"Not close at all, i could barely call him a friend, and no need to look at me with such empathy, i'll depart from all of you once we revive him." Johan's expression is filled with sorrow.

"And why is that?" Qiang's expression looks grim.

Johan stands up and walks out of the room, not facing Qiang even for a moment.

"I am... a cursed child..."