What followed were His arms, coming around His creation, who was infinitely small but eager to embrace. Between them — the weight of the universe. Soon, Lucifer would tell Him about his life, about all his tiny dreams and worries. “You are loved, my morning star. See how I love you. The angels and you are what matter most to me.” ‘Do not ever let me go,’ the angel pleaded. ‘Hold me tight, Father. Do not ever let me go.’
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