1 Chapter 1: The White Castle

In a majestic white castle that appeared straight out of a fairy tale, the throne room stood witness to a scene of carnage. Countless lifeless bodies lay scattered across the once pristine area, their blood staining the pristine white walls in a macabre display. Amidst this grim tableau, five figures stood, their presence contrasting against the backdrop of chaos.

At the center of it all was a man in his forties, his black hair matted and disheveled, bearing the marks of countless battles etched upon his scarred body. His gaze fixed upon a figure before him, an ethereal being with white hair and flawless alabaster skin. This being possessed an otherworldly allure, with eyes that glowed a fiery red, capable of captivating anyone who dared to meet their gaze.

With a voice filled with a mix of anger and anguish, the man shouted, "Lucas!" In a swift motion, his sword slashed through the air, finding its mark in the chest of the white-haired figure. As the blade made contact, a remarkable transformation occurred. The once-red eyes of the wounded figure turned a piercing shade of blue, and he whispered the name "Lucifer" before collapsing to the ground.

Overwhelmed with sheer exhaustion and grief, Lucifer, the black-haired man, dropped to his knees. Tears streamed down his face, intermingling with the dust and blood that clung to his skin. It was then that a woman, appearing to be in her thirties, approached him and enveloped him in a comforting embrace.

Lucifer's cries echoed through the chamber, his anguish filling the air. After a heavy sigh, he collected his thoughts, his mind filled with a haunting question: How did it all begin?

As if burdened by the weight of his memories, he collapsed to the ground, succumbing to exhaustion. Unconsciousness enveloped him, and within his dreams, he would revisit every twist and turn, every event that had led him to this moment of tragedy and despair.