Prologue
"It's been centuries since I last stepped onto mortal ground, Father." Lucifer glances up from his bow. The Creator sits on his throne, looking out of place with His white glow. His large white wings curve behind Him, casting a ghostly glow onto the black walls of Hell's great hall.
"I know that, Samael," he winces when He says his given name, a name Lucifer refuse to use, "but you know the most about these creations. It is you who test them." He motions to the hall. "It is their souls that light the great hall of your realm.
"It is also one of yours that seeks her essence." He looks at him. The gaze He gave the archangel constrained him to comply with Him.
The Creator stands up and unhurriedly walks to Lucifer. He stands upright and stretches his wings. Being charcoal grey and twice the size than the average sized pairs of his fellow archangel brothers, they seem dark and small compared to His. He clasps His hand onto the archangel's shoulder.
"Do well, Samael. Please don't ignore the assignments I have specified to you."
Lucifer nods and He strides out of the hall, white wings expanding to take departure. He takes off as soon as He gets past the enormous blood-red doors. He sighs and walks to the closest Arch-demon.
"Get my personal belongings prepared, Marvin. I depart at first light as His arrangements say."
Marvin nods and glides out of the hall. Lucifer shakes his head and sits on his throne to wait and see if his absent huntress decides to show today.