Lucifer was sitting aboard a steam train bound for Water-Drawing City, gazing out at the snowy landscapes of the North. Everything felt somewhat unreal.
He had never imagined that, as a filthy half-blood born of a Drow and a Moon Elf, he would one day truly be able to set foot upon the surface openly and honorably—walking beneath warm sunlight, just as his father and ancestors had.
The moment he formally stepped onto the surface, beneath the amazed yet bewildered gazes of those waiting on the other side of the portal, Lucifer tilted his head skyward and closed his eyes. Tears streamed down his face as he murmured to the heavens:
"Father, do you see? Your child has finally fulfilled the wish you left behind. I've come to the North where you once lived.
"But this is only the beginning. One day, I'll return to Gershon, and bring the children with me too—"
At that thought, Lucifer abruptly fell silent, hurriedly cutting off the train of thought in his mind. He feared the Spider Queen Lolth might glimpse it.
He had even once suspected that Lolth had long noticed his "disloyalty." Yet She did not care, so long as he could continue pleasing the goddess.
Indeed, it was precisely this contradictory mindset—harboring "light" in his heart while constantly committing acts that blasphemed the elven gods—that was the true root of the goddess's delight.
Lucifer's outward bloodline manifestation made him look almost exactly like a Moon Elf, leaving him unharmed by sunlight.
To Drow who had lived in the Underdark for generations, that was practically a miracle, wrapping Lucifer in a special, "sacred" halo.
That light was called longing!
Not every Drow elf enjoyed being tossed back and forth all day by their own lunatic sadist of a goddess. They might