A Life Torn Asunder

A Touch of Fate, A Flame of Love

Masha and Lucifer's lives had intertwined like the threads of fate, growing closer with each passing day. Despite the tragedies that had marked Lucifers  past, He had found solace in Masha's company. Lucifer, with his long, white hair and a face so delicate that it often fooled people into thinking he was a girl, had become the object of admiration at school. Every time he worked at the maid café, where he and Masha did part-time jobs after school, crowds of girls would come just to see him. They'd giggle and call him "cute" and "adorable," delighted by his feminine beauty.

Lucifer, being naturally polite, would always wave at them, smile, and even play along with their teasing, though sometimes it felt a bit too much. He was a mystery—a calm, reserved boy with a fire deep inside him that only Masha had seen flicker on rare occasions.

Masha, with her playful personality, couldn't resist teasing him. "Look at you, Mr. Popular! The whole school is in love with you," she'd say, winking as she watched him wave at the girls.

Lucifer would brush it off with a quiet chuckle, his pale cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "You're one to talk. You're just as popular," he'd retort, but Masha could see through his shy exterior. She knew she could fluster him easily, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

When April 29th rolled around, signaling the start of Golden Week, Masha decided to take the opportunity to plan a day just for the two of them. After a long week of school and work, she asked Lucifer to join her for a shopping date at the nearby mall. He agreed, his usual calm demeanor never betraying how much he actually enjoyed spending time with her.

The day at the mall was filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing. Masha dragged Lucifer from store to store, trying on different outfits and asking for his opinion.

"How does this one look?" she'd ask, stepping out of the dressing room in a tight-fitting dress, spinning in front of the mirror.

Lucifer, ever the gentleman, would respond with a calm, "It suits you," but Masha could see the faint blush creeping up his neck.

She'd lean closer, narrowing her eyes playfully, "You sure you're not just saying that? Maybe you want me to wear this on our next date?"

Lucifer's composure would falter slightly, and he'd quickly look away. "You're teasing again."

Masha couldn't help but giggle. It was so easy to fluster him, but she loved that about him. Despite his outward calm, she knew there was a depth of emotion under that serene exterior.

As the sun started to dip below the horizon, the two decided it was time to head home. The streets were still bustling, the city alive with the energy of Golden Week. But as they walked, chatting about the things they had seen at the mall, they somehow got separated in the crowd. Masha turned to find Lucifer, but he had disappeared from sight.

"Lucifer?" she called, a small note of concern creeping into her voice as she looked around. The bustling streets seemed to swallow him whole, and before she could fully process it, she found herself being cornered by a group of boys.

"Hey, pretty girl, where you headed?" one of them sneered, stepping too close for comfort.

Masha's heart pounded as she backed away. "Not interested. Let me pass," she said, trying to sound firm, but the boys just laughed, moving in to block her escape.

One of them reached out to grab her arm, and in that moment, fear surged through her. "Get off me!" she shouted, but they didn't listen. They dragged her into a nearby alley, their intentions clear, their eyes filled with malice.

Just as one of them reached for her again, a calm voice echoed through the narrow alley. "I suggest you let her go."

It was Lucifer.