Lucifer's voice was so soft it was barely audible. As the piano piece ended, thunderous applause erupted around him! Tears glistened in the eyes of many young people. His singing seemed to carry a peculiar charm that flowed into their hearts, reminding them of their fathers and the unhappiness of the past. Regret welled up in their chests.
This was the King of Hell's power to beguile people's hearts.
But at that moment, he had cast no enchantment, stirred no primal desires, and certainly laid no elaborate traps. He had merely bared his heart and sung of his dream, a dream that could never come true, because he had fallen!
From the moment he rebelled against the Garden of Eden, he was no longer Lucifer of the Dawn, guardian of Venus, son of God! He was Satan, one of God's enemies, the eternal ruler of Hell.
Halfway through the song, Lucifer could no longer continue. He abruptly stood, casually brushed a hand past the corner of his eye, then turned to give the audience a charming smile.
"All drinks are half price tonight. It's on me!"
"Morning Star! Morning Star! Long live Morning Star!" Countless girls screamed.
"Keep the music going! Let's party!"
With that, Lucifer jumped off the stage and walked toward the bar. No one could tell that this was a man utterly consumed by despair.
"Morning Star, your singing was amazing! Want to grab a late-night snack together?" A pretty girl nearby extended an invitation.
Lucifer sat on a stool and glanced at her. "It would be my honor!" He had barely finished when Mai Zi cut in beside him. "Would you mind one more person? I'm sure you wouldn't mind, cupcake!"
The girl nodded readily, a rosy blush rising to her cheeks.
"But I'm afraid I'll