The Reunion
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The wind over the Highlands shifts before any light appears on the horizon.
It turns, dances, wraps itself around the twisted trees as if announcing something the world does not yet understand.
The grass ripples toward the lake.
The water ceases to be a mirror and becomes motion.
The sky feels brighter—more alive, more awake.
And within this silent transformation, two forces are drawn toward one another, irresistibly.
On one side, Celeste.
Her heart vibrating at the same frequency as the light that marked her.
Her chest open to something she cannot yet explain.
On the other, Lucifer.
Descending from the heavens with black wings spread wide in a magnitude that would drive any mortal to their knees.
White light runs through every feather, every shadow, every line of power pulsing through his form.
Two worlds—the human and the banished celestial—move toward the point where they were always meant to meet.
And when the light touches the earth, the reunion begins.
Celeste
I feel him before I see him.
The air turns warm.
My breath disappears.
My entire body trembles as if answering an ancient call—one my soul recognizes long before my mind can understand.
My fingers grow cold.
Then hot.
Then… alive with vibration.
I look to the sky and I see him.
At first, only a line of light.
Then an elegant shadow.
And finally… him.
Lucifer descends like something not meant for the earth.
His vast black wings open like a forbidden embrace.
The light surrounding his body is so intense it almost hurts to look at—but I don't turn away.
I can't.
My heart races so violently I think it might break free from my chest.
He is not a dream.
He is not distant.
He is not a creation of my imagination.
He is here.
And my body reacts before I can stop it—I step forward.
Then I stop.
He lands only a few meters from me, the wind whipping through his dark hair, the light around him wavering like the northern lights.
His eyes meet mine.
I feel it.
I feel everything.
"Lucifer…"
His name slips from my lips—soft, fearful, in love.
He takes a step toward me.
And I don't run.
I don't hide.
I don't retreat.
For the first time in my life, I allow myself to stay.
Lucifer
When my feet touch the grass of the Highlands, the light around me nearly erupts—not from power, but from emotion.
From sight.
She is there.
Celeste.
The woman my destiny chose while I tried to deny what I felt.
Her trembling hands, her hair caught in the wind, her breath unsteady as if she's on the edge of losing it—everything about her calls to me.
Everything about her claims me.
I move toward her, one measured step at a time, restraining the light that insists on growing around me.
I cannot frighten her.
I cannot harm her.
I cannot let her believe I am only a vision.
She looks at me as if she has belonged to my world since the beginning of time.
And when she whispers my name—Lucifer—something inside me breaks and reforms all at once.
I walk to her.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Certain.
"Celeste…" I say softly, as if the wind itself might steal the sound.
She does not retreat.
She does not shake.
She receives me.
And for the first time since my exile, I feel peace touching the earth beneath my feet.
I take one more step.
When I stand before her, close enough to breathe in her scent, I extend my hand.
"You called me."
She swallows, her eyes bright, and answers:
"I felt you… even while awake."
My heart—the heart I swore I no longer possessed—beats.
I touch her face.
And the world disappears.
The light swells.
The wind stills.
Time bends.
There is no Heaven.
No underworld.
No destiny written by any god.
There is only her.
There is only us.
And for the first time, I speak words I have never spoken to any mortal:
"I returned because you are the only one who can see me as I truly am."
Celeste closes her eyes, a warm tear sliding down her cheek.
And I draw her into my light.
Because this reunion…
is not an ending.
It is the beginning.
Of everything.