Lucifer wiped the blood from his lip and straightened, regardlessof their mounted pressure, wings unfolding like a cathedral of stars and ruin. The Primordial Demons thought they had him cornered—his dark halo cracked, his light dimmed… and then he smiled.
"The last time we fought—two hundred years ago—you all attacked when I was not… whole." His voice resonated through the void like a choir singing inside a collapsing sun. "Why don't I reintroduce myself? Anguis… say hi to the kids."
Thump.
A heartbeat—loud, ancient, and wrong—echoed from nowhere and everywhere. Again.
Thump.
The void itself trembled.
Then his chest split—not with blood, but with lightning, fire, and venom. A scream that was also a hiss and also a roar erupted from Lucifer's core as something alive forced its way out.
Three serpents tore free from his ribcage, each one rapidly growing in size, their bodies coiling through the void until they dwarfed continents. This was no ordinary power.
This was—
