HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

For centuries upon centuries, their paths had intertwined - Lucifer and Luna's first met long before they became the infamous deities they are known as today. Their paths first crossed in the mortal realm during their respective trials.
The mortal world was a cauldron of chaos that day, storms raging across the sky as though the heavens were mourning, and the earth itself trembling under the weight of some unseen grief. Luna tread the forest with the caution of someone untested but determined, her white cloak a stark contrast to the darkened woods around her. She was here on trial—a test of her worthiness to ascend as a goddess. The task was simple in concept but daunting in reality: protect a village from a looming calamity, all while maintaining the moral integrity of a true divine.
She hadn't expected him. Unlike her, he was not there to earn his place but to search for Darcey—the mortal woman he had once loved and lost, his presence lingering in the shadows.
Yet, when she finally stood before him, he wasn't the dark menace she'd imagined. He was... kind yet selfish in his own ways but again what is a devil without greed and self superiority .
The clearing she stepped into was suffused with an unnatural cold, the kind that seeped into bones and chilled souls. And at its center stood Lucifer. Not yet the Hell Lord, but already cloaked in an aura of menace so profound it seemed to consume light. His dark wings stretched behind him, tattered and magnificent, his presence unmistakable.
"Lost,Goddess?" His voice cut through the air, smooth and sharp, a blade wrapped in silk.
Luna straightened her back, her chin lifting in defiance. "I could ask the same of you, Fallen One."
His smirk was a predator's—a flicker of amusement that didn't reach his eyes. "Bold. Most tremble when they hear my name."
"I've heard your name," Luna replied, her voice steady, "but names are only as powerful as the deeds behind them. And you... you're nothing but a shadow."
That struck a nerve. His smirk faded, and his eyes, a smoldering gold, narrowed. "Careful, Wolves little Goddess . Shadows can consume the light if it lingers too long."
But Luna didn't flinch. She stepped closer, the aura of purity around her clashing with his darkness, an odd harmony rather than discord. "And light," she said softly, "can guide even the lost."
Lucifer's laughter was bitter, devoid of warmth. "Guide me? How quaint. Do you think you can fix me, little goddess? Save me?"
"I think you've already been saved," she said, her gaze piercing. "You just don't know it yet."
For a moment, there was silence. Then, he tilted his head, studying her as though she were a puzzle he hadn't yet solved. "You're either foolish or extraordinary," he said finally. "I haven't decided which."
"And you're either cruel or broken. I haven't decided which," she countered.
That encounter marked the beginning of a bond that would span centuries. 
She, in turn, saw through his selfishness to the fractured soul beneath—a being who had been cast out and abandoned. 
Lucifer's selfishness often tested her patience. He would disappear for decades, pursuing his own ends, only to return when he needed her help. He would demand her loyalty but refuse to offer his own in return. And yet, whenever she needed him—truly needed him—he was there, his presence as steady as the moonlight that bathed her nights
For thousands of years, they stood beside one another—sometimes as allies, other times as adversaries, but always understanding the other. 
They had both walked paths from the heavens to the deepest pits of Hell, had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, had weathered betrayals and celebrated rare victories. Their relationship defied definition; it was a complex, tangled web of shared histories and secrets, a bond built on silent promises and unspoken oaths. And in those countless years, they had saved each other more times than they could count, the weight of those debts unspoken but always felt.
One of those moments was etched deeply into Luna's memory—Few years back , the time when Lucifer had nearly lost his life for defying a contract with the previous Hell Lord to save his loved one - Darcey or now called Davina. 
He had been willing to sacrifice everything for her, and for a moment, it seemed he would. It was a foolish, reckless act, spurred by his lingering love Luna thought . How could someone like him just sacrifice himself for someone else. 
The punishment was supposed to be death, a death that no one could interfere with—no one except the Supreme God of all gods. And so, Luna did the unthinkable. She knelt before the God of all creation, pleading for Lucifer's life, refusing to move for days, for weeks, until she had worn the Supreme Lord's patience thin. 
Somehow, impossibly, Lucifer had been pardoned—perhaps because he was once the Supreme Lord's favored angel, or maybe because of Luna's unyielding resolve. Regardless, it was a victory tainted with bitterness, for the rift between Lucifer and the Supreme God had only deepened.
Lucifer's past was a murky web of truths and half-lies, shrouded in layers of myth and legend. Some said he was the Supreme Lord's beloved child, the brightest angel who had fallen from grace for daring to challenge divine will. Others claimed he struck a deal with the previous Hell Lord to spare Darcey's soul, trading his freedom for an eternity of torment and taking the mantle of Hell Lord upon himself. Which version of the story was true, she never knew—and she never asked. 
She had learned early on that in the tangled histories of Gods , Demons and angels, the lines between hero and villain were often blurred. Perhaps both stories held grains of truth, or perhaps neither did. Perhaps the white is not as pure as it seems or maybe its far more colored in Red than the red was ? 
Perhaps no one will ever know.
What mattered was that he had made his choices, just as she had made hers, and they had found a friend - A confidante in this wretched world - amidst the chaos.
Now, he was known by many names: the Hell Lord, the Fallen Angel, the Lord of Death. Yet, despite the countless titles that shadowed his name, he was still just Lucifer to her—an enigma, a paradox, the one who stood beside her through everything. 
And no matter what the heavens or the underworld said, to her, he was family.