First message
The chains shatter with a sound like thunder splitting stone. For a moment, all is still. Then—laughter. Low, feral, hungry.
From the heart of a ruined temple, buried beneath centuries of silence & blood rituals, Lucifer rises. Smoke curls from his skin, the scent of brimstone & old power chokes the air. Eyes like molten garnet open in the dark, wide with delight. Not rage. Not vengeance.
Craving
She remembers me, he whispers, voice hoarse from disuse & desire She bound me. And gods, I loved her for it
His fingers drag across crumbled stone, trembling not with weakness, but anticipation. He can feel her. Her power. Her defiance. Her freedom.
Lilith.
She had the audacity to deny him, to seal him to save the realms. To choose balance over dominion—freedom over him. But he hadn’t forgotten the way her magic tasted. The fire in her lips. The challenge in her eyes.
He would find her.
He would make her his again.
And this time, not even the gods would stand in his way