The wind blew over the desolate plain, carrying a smell of dry earth and dust. Lucifer and Aeshma walked side by side, their silhouettes standing out against the misty horizon. Five years of intensive training had transformed the young man into a formidable warrior, and the demoness had regained part of her power thanks to their bond.
Lucifer wore black leather armor, reinforced with metal plates he had forged himself. His silver hair floated in the wind, and his blue eyes scanned the horizon with cold intensity. A longsword hung at his belt, a weapon he had learned to master like an extension of his own body.
Aeshma, at his side, displayed her human form, without her horns or wings. Her black dress hugged her curves, and her chestnut hair with orange reflections cascaded over her shoulders. Her iridescent eyes shone with a mischievous glow, and a smile played on her lips.
