Luka's POVThe silver void pulsed with quiet energy. The Higher Being loomed before him, vast and unknowable, yet patient — waiting for his decision.
"Three wishes," it echoed, voice rippling through the mist. "Three threads to weave your new existence. Speak, Luka, and choose wisely."
Luka's chest tightened. His life had ended in a single choice — stepping in front of a blade. This time, he would choose for himself.
Wish One: BloodlineLuka clenched his fists. "First… I want to be reborn into power. Make me the son of Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith. And… make me the half-brother of Sabrina Spellman."
The Higher Being's light flickered. "A dangerous family. A dangerous request. Why?"
"Because I don't want to be ordinary anymore," Luka admitted. "I want to belong to something greater — even if it means being tied to devils and witches. And… maybe… I want to see what kind of man I'd become in a world like that."
The Being inclined its head. "So be it. The blood of Morningstar shall burn within you. You shall be Keiran, child of Lilith and the Fallen Light."
Wish Two: PowerLuka swallowed hard, the weight of his next words pressing on him. "Second… make me more powerful than any angel or devil. More than Lucifer. More than Michael. Make me a full Archangel. Ageless. Unkillable. And… completely free. No god, no devil, no being shall command me."
The void trembled, as if the cosmos itself shivered at his audacity.
The Being's voice darkened. "You dare demand freedom from all chains — even the divine?"
Luka met its endless gaze. "Yes. I've lived a life where others decided for me. Not anymore. I'll make my own choices — good or evil, it doesn't matter. I'll live for myself."
Silence. Then, the Being laughed — a sound like thunder and song woven together. "Reckless mortal… very well. Your soul shall be unbound. None shall command you. None shall end you. You will walk alone, with eternity as your shadow."
Wish Three: GrowthThe mist swirled, waiting. Luka exhaled slowly. "Last… I don't want it all at once. Give me the ability to learn magic quickly. A thirty percent learning rate — enough to grow faster than others, but not enough to make me invincible overnight. And… give me a second form. An angelic form. When I need it most, I'll wield both divine and demonic magic. In that form, give me wings the color of the midnight sky."
The Being's form rippled, almost pleased. "Wisdom in restraint. Pride in power. You are bold, Luka. Bold enough to become Keiran."
The RebirthThe void began to crack, silver light spilling through as if the universe itself were tearing open. Luka felt his body dissolve, his soul reshaping.
"Go then," the Higher Being intoned. "You have made your bed of fire and shadow. Live, Keiran. Walk your path of neither good nor evil. Protect, betray, love, destroy… it is yours to decide. No chain binds you but your own heart."
And with that, Luka — no, Keiran — was pulled into the light.