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The night was dry, cold, and cruel.
A girl with bloodied feet stood on the cracked stone of the academy's outer wall, staring into the training field. She wore a torn cloth barely covering her shoulders, a metal tag chained to her neck: "Class 0 - No Talent - No Name".
She had no power.
No name.
No family.
Only a faint mark scorched behind her shoulder—the unholy seal of Lucifer. A curse. A death sentence. A legacy.
The other students mocked her, even the weakest among them. She was the bottom of the academy's caste system. They called her "Ash Trash."
But deep inside her chest burned something no one else could touch: a flicker of rage.
She hadn't spoken in weeks. Not since the last beating. Not since she was made to sleep with the dead in the furnace house. But tonight, something shifted.
"You shouldn't be here."
She turned.
A silver-haired girl in elegant robes stood behind her—regal, beautiful, and clearly powerful. Her aura danced with restrained magic.
"Class 0s aren't allowed near this section of the wall," the girl said. "You'll be whipped."
The nameless girl said nothing.
"Are you mute or just dumb?" the silver-haired one sneered.
Still silence.
Then, quietly—like the voice belonged to a ghost:
"Do you ever feel... like you're not supposed to exist?"
The noble girl flinched.
For the first time... someone spoke back without fear.
That night, she was beaten again.
But before sleep took her broken body, her eyes flickered open. And she whispered, to the firelight:
"I'm going to become something they can't bury."
And deep beneath the academy—in a sealed underground void—the first of the Twelve Apostles of Lucifer opened his eyes.
"She's awakened."