John left home without waking Emily, heading towards work like any other day. The morning sunlight greeted him, casting a warm glow over the sleepy neighborhood. As he drove, he thought about the previous night's passion and smiled, feeling grateful for their relationship.
At work, John's day went smoothly, meetings and deadlines ticking by like clockwork. But amidst the routine, a spark of excitement ignited within him. Today, he decided, was the day he would propose to Emily.
John couldn't concentrate, his mind wandering to the perfect ring and the surprise on Emily's face. He excused himself from work, citing a sudden errand, and headed to the jewelry store.
As he browsed the sparkling displays, John's heart raced. Which ring would she love most? He finally chose a beautiful diamond solitaire, its simplicity and elegance speaking to him.
Next, he visited the florist, selecting a stunning bouquet of Emily's favorite flowers – sunflowers and daisies. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filled him with joy.
With his purchases secure, John felt like a kid on Christmas morning. He couldn't wait to see Emily's reaction. He imagined the scene: a romantic dinner, soft music, and the perfect proposal.
After making the purchases, John made a reservation at a cozy Italian restaurant, requesting a quiet table by the window. He envisioned the candlelit ambiance, the soft glow of the setting sun, and Emily's smile as he popped the question.
With the reservation confirmed, John returned to work, his heart full of excitement and anticipation. He went through the motions, counting down the minutes until the workday ended.
As the clock struck five, John packed up his things, his mind racing with the evening's plans. He couldn't wait to see Emily, to hold her hand, and to ask for forever.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur, John's focus solely on the proposal. He felt like he was walking on air, his heart full of love and excitement.
Now, John was heading home, the ring and flowers hidden in his bag, the reservation waiting. The stage was set for a romantic evening, one that would change their lives forever. But for now, he just smiled, knowing that the best was yet to come.
John walked through the front door, his heart still racing with excitement. He couldn't wait to see Emily, to hold her hand, and to ask for forever. But as he entered the living room, his world came crashing down.
Emily lay on the floor, her body cold and still. John's eyes widened in horror as he took in the scene. She had been killed brutally, her once beautiful face now marred by bruises and cuts. A pool of blood surrounded her head, and her eyes were frozen in a permanent stare.
John's mind went numb as he stumbled towards her. He fell to his knees, cradling her lifeless body in his arms. "No, no, no," he whispered, his voice shaking with grief.
He held her close, tears streaming down his face. How could this have happened? Who could have done such a thing? The questions swirled in his mind, but there were no answers.
John rocked back and forth, holding Emily's limp body. He felt like he was in a nightmare, unable to wake up. The ring and flowers, once symbols of his love and commitment, now seemed meaningless.
As the reality of the situation set in, John's grief turned to anger. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the world. Who had taken his Emily from him? He vowed to find out, to make them pay for their cruelty.
But for now, John just held Emily, his heart shattered into a million pieces. He whispered his love for her, his apologies for not being there to protect her. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by his sobs.
As John held Emily's lifeless body, his grief and anger reached a boiling point. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his mind, like a dam breaking. Memories flooded back, memories he never knew he had.
He remembered being Lucifer Morningstar, the most beautiful and powerful angel in Heaven. He recalled his rebellion against God, his fall from grace, and his reign as the ruler of Hell.
John's eyes widened as he stumbled backward, releasing Emily's body. He looked down at his hands, and they seemed different, stronger, more powerful. He felt his wings unfolding from his back, majestic and terrifying.
Lucifer's memories consumed him, and he knew he was never John, never human. He was the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, the ruler of darkness.
With a roar of rage and grief, Lucifer rose to his feet. He looked upon Emily's body, and his heart burned with fury. He would find who did this, and they would pay dearly.
As he spread his wings, the room shook, and the air trembled. Lucifer's power surged, and he knew he would not rest until he claimed vengeance for his beloved Emily.
With a fierce cry, he vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos. The world would soon know that Lucifer Morningstar had returned, and hell would follow.......