Lucifer

Lucifer pushed herself off the cold ground and opened her eyes. There were ice pillars all around and the crunch of snow under her. She reached out to grab a handful of the sparkling powder, but pulled her arm back in surprise at its appearance. Her once fiery golden skin was now the color of her surroundings. Had Hell actually frozen over? - Zerik

If one was to describe the lord of demons, one would expect something big. Powerful. Skin sharp as obsidian and fire blazing in their throat to burn sinners to ash. Curling horns too! Maybe six wings if you were really pushing it.

No one would ever tell you that the Devil was a Pearlcatcher, with skin cold as ice and wings black as night itself. With eyes pure silver and an oh so innocent smile. And even fewer would say the Devil was a woman.

“...Ironic. Those oh so humble angels still refuse to listen to their own... Yet they still believe themselves to be righteous. What happened to the truth? To mercy- to kindness? Are they all just that boneheaded nowadays?” She hissed to herself, sitting in her personal lair. In sharp contrast to a typical lair for demons, hers was…fluffy?

Full of the things mortals considered “cute”, much to her ire. Stuffed animals, a bunch of books, and a few pillows and blankets. Though those below her knew better than to mock their queen.

“I wonder though… Are they too blind for me to prove their stalwart claim wrong? That the fallen one cannot redeem herself- cannot rise from the ashes? If that claim is proven wrong…then their foundation, their beliefs… Would that not be shaken to their core? Angels can fall, so why can’t their counterparts rise? They believe themselves to be so pristine and yet the slightest crime results in them being broken…defeated and cast away. YET THEY CLAIM ME TO BE EVIL?!” She huffed as the last part of her words became a roar, ice forming crystals around her pearl and temporarily shutting her lair from all. “Though I suppose if I am to do this, I should don proper attire. They claim me to be the Devil- well Trickster suits me better.”

Silver helm and white cape formed on her from magic alone as she grabbed a book of flame. Magic was her speciality, and trickery was her pastime.

“First me, now Savil…I won’t stand for this damnation. Not this time. She had prayed for me even though no one else would- no one ever does. So let me repay the favor.”

So let the trick begin. A trick to save another. A trick to get the Fallen to rise once more.

And prevent another from becoming ultimately like Lucifer, the Lord of Demons.