Davis once again found himself back in the darkness of the void, before him laid the same metal birdcage held in place by the chains engraved in unknown symbols.

"Here again?" Davis murmured, casting a wary glance at his surroundings. "The intruders… I need to get out of here," he muttered, his words hurried and fraught with urgency.

"Go out? Aren't you here to free me, brother?" a gentle voice called from within the cage, startling Davis. "Oh god!" Davis gasped in surprise. "I can assure you, brother, that Father is not here," the man replied calmly.

Inside the cage stood a handsome man, his features mesmerizing. His deep blue eyes resembled the ocean, and his perfect, majestic body possessed an alluring, feminine grace. His calm, enthralling voice seemed to draw Davis in irresistibly.

Davis stood with wide eyes, staring at the trapped stranger. "Ah—I'm, I'm sorry, but are you talking to me?" he asked, his cheeks reddening just from looking at the man.

The man laughed softly. "Of course, I'm talking to you, Levi. Who else is here besides you?" he continued. "So... are you going to let me out?". Davis was captivated by the man's voice and demeanor. "Y-yes, I forgot. Let me—" he paused, his hand inches from the door.

"Wait, before that... who are you?" Davis asked, his expression earnest.

The man laughed louder. "That's a good joke, brother." But as he noticed Davis's confused look, his laughter gradually faded. "Oh, you're serious?" he exclaimed. "Levi, did you lose your memories during the war?".

The man stroked his hair back with a worried sigh. "It's me, Lucifer. Your brother?" He paused, waiting for a response. "No? Umm, what about our family? The rebellion? Our bond? Mom?" With each question, Lucifer's voice grew more frustrated until he finally said, "Dad?" His tone dropped, filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. I… I don't even know who I am," Davis insisted. "But one thing I know is that this is a dream, and I need to get out of here now." Moving away from the cage, Davis shifted left and right, desperately searching for an escape, but all he saw was the void.

Lucifer spoke in a harsh tone, "I'm your brother. You're Leviathan, the Prince of Light," his voice rising to a thunderous roar. "And this is no fucking dream."

Lucifer let out a sigh before apologizing, "I'm sorry. You've lost your memories, and I shouldn't scream at you like that." He continued to probe, "You said you're not Leviathan, my brother, right? Okay... then who are you?" He quickly followed up with, "Who do you believe you are?"

Davis turned to Lucifer, his words stumbling out, "I'm Davis... Davis Edwelt. I hail from the Avalom Empire, and..." He trailed off, uncertain of where to begin, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

"It's okay, take your time," Lucifer quipped, a wry smile playing on his lips as he glanced at his cage. "Not like I have anywhere else to be." His tone was light, a hint of humor masking the weight of their situation, he sat down and leaned against the cage bars.

[ Lucifer sat and listen closely to Davis's tale.]

In the basement of the cabin, Rachel woke in the dark emptiness of the room. Tilting her head to the side she saw Davis deep in her slumber as both of them were restrained to a chair.

Feeling her hand being restrained by a rope behind the chair she tried to break free by focusing her aura onto her arm trying to break the rope, but after a while of trying to no avail she gave up.

The door creaked open, and Vincent strolled in, his steps echoing softly on the floor. He plucked a chair from the shadows of the room and positioned it across from Rachel. With a smirk dancing on his lips, he greeted her, "Good evening, princess. Did you manage to get a decent night's sleep?"

Vincent's tone riddles with mockery and mixed with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, forgive the humble accommodations. I know this place isn't quite as opulent as your castle," he continued, leaning back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other with casual ease. "Hope you don't mind the humble abode of us commoners."

Rachel caught the undertone of Vincent's provocation but refused to take the bait. "Indeed, it's the sentiment that matters," she responded calmly, her voice betraying none of the irritation she felt.

Vincent paused, his gaze locked on Rachel before he let out a derisive snort. "I've always heard of your intelligence, Princess. Meeting you in person is quite the honor for someone of my standing," he remarked, the sarcasm dripping from his words like venom.

Rachel remained silent, her mind working furiously to navigate the precarious situation. She analyzed every detail of the room, weighing her options, but most scenarios she could think of only led to failure.

Vincent's words cut through the air, his gaze fixed on Rachel as he remarked, "Rachel Roycroft, the illustrious daughter of the Royal Family. Your reputation hardly seems to do you justice."

Rachel observed Vincent closely, she couldn’t figure out his motives. "Is that the motivation behind kidnapping me and my friend? Your disdain for the Royal Family?" she inquired, her tone steady as she continued to probe for information, her fingers discreetly tracing the sharp edge of the chair.

Rachel continued to run her fingers along the sharp edge of the chair, her movements deliberate yet concealed. Vincent's response caught her off guard, and she couldn't hide the surprise in her voice as she exclaimed, "What?"

Vincent's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Rachel's spine. "Yes, didn't Daddy ever mention it to you? What your precious family did fifteen years ago?" he taunted, his words dripping with bitterness.

With a twisted delight, he spun his mask around in his hand before continuing in a low whisper, "Let me enlighten you about the horrendous experiment they did to me… No, that's not quite right. To us, yeah that's more like it. Please excuse my forgetfulness, I tend to forget about others like me"

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Vincent's words hung heavy in the air, leaning back in his chair, he continued with a twisted smile, "Fifteen years ago, your esteemed family turned innocent children like me into a hunting squadron." His laughter was unsettling as he watched Rachel's incredulous expression. "We were trained like beasts, honed to infiltrate and eliminate anyone who crosses the path of the Royal family."

"I was among the fortunate few who survived," he recounted, a hint of mockery in his voice. "I climbed over the corpses of those who perished, leaving behind a trail of hundreds of deaths." His chuckle was chilling as he recounted his past. "Our sole purpose was to kill, kill, and kill."

With a heavy sigh, he continued, "And did you know what my final assignment was? To prove my loyalty to the crown, I was tasked with exterminating my own family. All five of them, dead in a single night, all thanks to the machinations of your esteemed family."

Rachel's denial was swift, her voice trembling with anger as she vehemently protested, "You're lying! That can't be true! You're tarnishing the noble name of the Royal fam—"

Her words were cut short by the sharp sting of Vincent's hand against her cheek, silencing her protest. "How dare you call me a liar?" he spat, his eyes filled with hatred, "I may despise them, but they were still my family. And yet, I was the one who had to end their lives."

Grasping her uniform collar, Vincent pulled Rachel close, "Do you have any idea what it feels like to look into their eyes before you snuff out their existence?"

His voice was raw with emotion, his anger palpable. "Can you fathom the agony of hearing their pleas as you become the instrument of their demise?" With a forceful shove, he pushed Rachel away, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Vincent paced the room, his agitation evident in the tremble of his frame as he struggled to regain his composure. Across from him, Rachel sat in stunned silence, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The weight of Vincent's revelation hung heavy in the air, leaving her in a state of shock.

With a final glare in Rachel's direction, Vincent stormed out of the room, his departure leaving her alone to grapple with the shocking truth he had unveiled.

Unnoticed by either of them, Davis remained slumbering beside Rachel, oblivious to the turmoil that had unfolded. But lurking within his shadow, a dark figure waited patiently, its presence unnoticed as it absorbed the newfound information with a sense of sinister glee.

Laughter*

Lucifer's laughter filled the space, "What a captivating tale your mind has woven, dear brother," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he listened to Davis recount his experiences. "But let's entertain the notion for a moment... If what you claim is true, then have you ever considered the possibility that this demon you refer to as 'K' is, in fact, a figment of your mind?"

The atmosphere thickened as Lucifer's words hung in the air like a heavy fog. "What? NO," Davis retorted abruptly, his rejection tinged with forced irritation. Despite his efforts to convey his identity to Lucifer, it seemed they weren’t even on the same page.

"Don't get mad, brother. Right now, I'm just as puzzled as you are," Lucifer declared with a reassuring smile. "As you've been recounting your experiences, it appears you're not particularly fond of this demon you refer to as 'K'."

Davis shook his head. "I don’t hate him. I… just found his approach very unpleasant."

As Lucifer arched an eyebrow in curiosity, Davis elaborated, "He always have that carefree smile, maintaining his joyful facade, but sometimes I got a glimpse behind that mask he wore. only for brief moment I felt sad. It's very unpleasant."

"I'd give you a hug, brother. But I'm still behind this cage" Lucifer said after breathing out a deep sigh. Hearing this Davis quickly apologize, "I'm really sorry Mr. Lucifer. I'll get you out of there right away."

As Davis approached the door, his gaze fixated on the handheld mirror within the cage. He requested Lucifer to pass it to him, and as he gazed into it, clarity dawned. Reflected at him wasn't himself but that of a being that had once appeared in his nightmares.

Though less demonic, he scrutinized the reflection, noting the uncanny resemblance to Lucifer in both facial features and physique. Yet, there was an unmistakable absence, the absence of the essence and grace that defined Lucifer.

"My appearance... it closely resembles yours," Davis remarked, turning to face Lucifer. "You said that you disliked your demonic form, so you enlisted my help to fashion a human guise, using my appearance as a blueprint of sort," Lucifer explained, a proud smile gracing his lips.

"Do you... like how you look?" Lucifer inquired eagerly, anticipation hanging in the air.

Davis was taken aback by his new form. While its beauty didn't quite match Lucifer's, it surpassed any human appearance he had encountered thus far.

"It's truly stunning," Davis uttered, his tone filled with awe. "Well, naturally. After all, I am renowned in Heaven for the beauty bestowed upon me by our Father," Lucifer boasted, his pride evident as he crossed his arms.

"Lucifer, can you help me find an answer?" Davis's voice trembled with uncertainty. "Of course, brother. I'm all ears," Lucifer responded cheerfully.

Davis opened the gate and freed Lucifer, as Lucifer walked out he stopped right in front of Davis awaiting his question a joyous smile and anticipation in his facial expression.

"Who am I?" Davis finally voiced the question that had been weighing on his mind.

Lucifer's smile widened, his gaze warm as he spoke, "You're Leviathan, the angel of light." But as the words left his lips, his charming demeanor twisted into something altogether more sinister. His smile stretched impossibly wide, revealing razor-sharp teeth, while his once handsome features contorted into a demonic visage. Eyes, mouths, teeth, and tendrils sprouted across his form, transforming him into a nightmarish apparition.

"You're Leviathan, the prince of Envy," his voice echoed with a strange, static-like quality, before morphing into a demonic rasp. "You're Leviathan, you're chaos, you're the prince of Envy" the words repeated incessantly, each iteration growing more ominous and unsettling.

As the fabric of space warped around them, Davis felt a suffocating pressure, as though he were being pulled beneath the surface of a vast ocean. He closed his eyes in distress, and when he opened them again, he and Lucifer were submerged in the depths of the water, surrounded by a dark abyss.

Lucifer's calm and enthralling voice cut through the water, "Leviathan? Are you all right?" it echoed, growing fainter with each word. "Levi? No, perhaps it's Davis?" The sound of his voice faded into the underwater expanse, becoming increasingly distant. "Davis, Davis... Davis," the once deep resonance of his voice began to shift, morphing into a softer, more feminine tone.

Davis wanted to answer, he wanted to ask more questions, but he felt like he was drowning. The feeling is too surreal to be a dream until—

Gasped*

Davis awoke abruptly, gasping for air as he struggled to shake off the remnants of his haunting dream. "Davis, you're finally awake," a familiar female voice greeted him, causing him to startle. He turned to see Rachel, already freed from her restraints.

It was her voice. The same voice he had heard echoing in the depths of his unsettling dream…