TWL: Protocol of absolute control

Lucifer started with good intentions too — and ended up cast into hell.

Delt's story follows the same road, almost line for line. A deal with a power he doesn't fully understand. A promise of strength, of revenge. And a price he pays without even noticing how much of himself he's already lost.

He's no hero. He's a puppet master — a man who burns bridges (literally) to build himself an image worth worshipping. But underneath the calculation, something else is buried alive: a conscience that wakes up too rarely, and always too late to matter.

Every move is a trade with his own soul. Every win is one more step toward the pit he dug himself. And the shadow that sealed the deal with him isn't just watching — it's pushing, reminding, demanding: you chose this. Now carry it.

This is a story about choices with no right answer, about the line between victim and executioner, calculation and humanity — and what's left of a person who keeps choosing against himself.

The biblical echoes aren't decoration. They're a mirror — a fallen angel's story, retold for a world where hell isn't a place. It's a state of mind.