City of Divinity
The God Realm didn't tremble often.
But tonight—it did.
From the lowest crystal pool in the depths of Vishnu's domain to the highest flame in Olympus, the sky rumbled with something deeper than sound. A breath. A weight. A return.
Lucifer was back.
He walked slowly across the marble bridge that led into the Pangu Realm, hands tucked in the pockets of his long black coat, cigarette hanging loose between his lips. His hair was windblown, eyes steady. The wind curled around him like it remembered him.
Above, clouds twisted in unnatural patterns. Peaks that housed gods and immortals stirred—some in curiosity, some in dread.
And directly in front of him, the mountain of Devil's Peak stood tall and silent. Its summit hidden in mist, black spires jutting from its sides like broken horns.
Lucifer smiled, slow. His boots clicked against the divine stone.
"Feels good to be back," he muttered.
Across the valley, two peaks watched him.
