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What do you mean, what is my perfect night?

I could share a memory of a perfect night. Some time after Creation had just begun (and time was still fluid then), when the stars had just been created, the Lightbringer and I sat together and watched the first stars shine overhead, with some shooting past, and it was so very beautiful.

That's.... poetic.

*raises eyebrow* I did not intend it to be poetic, but thank you.

He was so very pleased with the stars, for he was the Lightbringer, the bright Morningstar, and they were his. That memory is bittersweet; it wasn't long after that I lost him.

What was your perfect night?

He... died?

*blinks*
I... dunno to be honest.
I was hoping for ideas.

No. He Fell. In a way, the friend I knew died, I suppose, but yet he still exists, ruling his own dark kingdom. You might know of him. His name is Lucifer.

No good memories of a beautiful night, then?

What do you mean, what is my perfect night?

I could share a memory of a perfect night. Some time after Creation had just begun (and time was still fluid then), when the stars had just been created, the Lightbringer and I sat together and watched the first stars shine overhead, with some shooting past, and it was so very beautiful.

That's.... poetic.

*raises eyebrow* I did not intend it to be poetic, but thank you.

He was so very pleased with the stars, for he was the Lightbringer, the bright Morningstar, and they were his. That memory is bittersweet; it wasn't long after that I lost him.

What was your perfect night?

He... died?

*blinks*
I... dunno to be honest.
I was hoping for ideas.

No. He Fell. In a way, the friend I knew died, I suppose, but yet he still exists, ruling his own dark kingdom. You might know of him. His name is Lucifer.

No good memories of a beautiful night, then?