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Their reunion does not explode in light.
It silences the world.
The wind stills.
The lake becomes motionless, like crystal.
Even the birds seem to watch, afraid to break the moment with the beat of a wing.
And at the center of that silence, Celeste and Lucifer stand face to face—two worlds colliding with the delicacy of a touch and the force of a storm.
The light that radiates from him moves around them, soft, almost restrained, as if even it understands that the mortal before him is unlike any other.
Celeste is the only one who can see beyond the light, beyond the fall, beyond the shadow.
Celeste sees the angel.
Lucifer sees the woman who truly sees him.
And nothing in the universe is more powerful than that.
Celeste
He is so close I can feel his breath against my skin.
My hands tremble—but not with fear.
It's something else.
Something I only recognize now, looking into his eyes:
belonging.
When he touches my face, it feels as though the entire world has been pushed away, leaving only the two of us inside a sphere of gentle light—light that does not blind, light that holds.
"You came back…" I whisper, unable to stop the tremor in my voice.
He tilts his head slightly, as if studying every subtle expression on my face.
"I should not have returned, Celeste…" His voice vibrates through me like a forbidden promise.
"But you called me."
My heart pounds so hard it almost hurts.
"I… I didn't know I was calling."
A faint smile curves at the corner of his mouth—too beautiful, too dangerous to exist on a being like him.
"Your soul knew.
And mine answered."
His eyes shine—not with light, but with feeling.
And when he takes another step closer, my entire body responds.
"You're not afraid of me?" he asks.
I could lie.
I could say yes.
But my voice comes out honest:
"No… I'm not."
And it is the purest truth.
Because fear only exists when we don't understand what we feel.
And I understand.
I don't fear him.
I feel him.
Lucifer
The world no longer belongs to me when I stand before her.
Since the beginning of time, I was made to command Heaven, then to rule the underworld. I was light, I was pride, I was fall, I was legend.
But before Celeste…
I am simply myself.
The self no one ever saw.
The self no one wanted to know.
The self condemned before it could be understood.
She does not recoil when I touch her face.
She does not look away.
She does not fear my light.
And that—
that disarms me completely.
"I felt you, even from far away," she says, with a sincerity that nearly destroys me.
I almost smile. Almost.
But there is something I must tell her.
"Celeste… you should not want me here."
She lifts her chin, the light reflecting in her eyes in a way that makes me want to fall to my knees.
"But I do."
The impact of those three words rushes through my grace like fire.
I should leave.
I should keep my distance.
I should sever the bond I created.
But I cannot.
My hand slides from her face to the back of her neck, slowly, carefully, as if she might break—though I know she is stronger than any human I have ever known.
"If you knew what it means to have me close…" I murmur.
She draws in a steady breath.
"Then explain it to me."
And that undoes me.
Her courage.
Her surrender.
The fact that she does not run, does not hide from fear, does not retreat from the impossible—she embraces it.
I cannot lie to her.
"It means Heaven may see you.
It means the underworld may desire you.
And it means that I…"
I stop, struggling to contain the light threatening to break free from my body.
That I what?
That I want her?
That I desire her?
That I chose her?
None of those words are enough.
So I speak the only truth I can bear to say:
"It means you could destroy me."
Her eyes widen.
And then—without fear—she answers:
"Then we're the same."
And in that instant…
I am hers.
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The dialogue that should never have existed echoes through the valley.
The light that should never touch a human wraps around Celeste like a mantle.
And the destiny that was never meant to change… changes.
Lucifer takes a final step.
Celeste does not turn away.
His light reaches her—not as radiance, but as warmth, as promise, as a mark.
The air between them vibrates.
The lake reflects the color of his grace.
And for one eternal second, nothing separates them.
And then…
Lucifer pulls her into him.
Not to kiss her.
Not yet.
But to hold her.
As if the entire world might try to tear her from his grasp.
As if he has known from the first glance that she is both his point of return—and his point of ruin.
Celeste rests her hands against his chest.
And when she feels the light pulsing beneath his skin… she smiles.
"I know you're not a dream," she says softly.
"Because no dream makes the heart ache like this."
Lucifer closes his eyes.
And for the first time since his banishment…
he feels someone truly reach him.
The reunion is not the end.
It is the beginning of what destiny tried to prevent.