The last words Samael said to me were, What if condemnation wasn't condemnation. What if, just possibly Lucifer, it was a challenge? Since the exodus from my beloved, and my infection of every hatred humans could muster, I've spent my grace and years proving the unworthiness of you.  And while no stranger to being completely wrong, I have to know. Was being the big baddy my fate or choice? And while I despise the idea of asking humans for anything, I just might be needing some help.