@astr-owl-ogist
Magic was unpredictable and dangerous, the wrong hair in the wrong ritual bowl and disaster could happen. Sometimes in the supposedly impossible ways, as was the case that very fateful day.
Lucifer was carefully tending to a sweet nest of ducklings, fawning over them when he caught sight of something tall, fast, shadowy and different in the corner of his eye. He turned his haloed head, his six golden wings twitching in excitement as he saw the strangest creation he'd seen yet. Four red eyes, owl features and walking on hind legs. It even smelled different from anything he'd experienced before which naturally caught his full attention. He was sure to tuck in the last ducking before soaring after the new creature.
"Hold up little guy," he called sweetly, his voice so smooth and soft as if it was made only to soothe and reassure. "Be not afraid," he tried the go-to line but really no other creature in Eden should properly understand that line. "Take it easy." He chased, so curious to see this strange new creation and wondering who was responsible, it wasn't one of his... was it? Nah, couldn't be.
