The night air was thick with blood and ash. The faint glow of embers flickered across the broken street as Lucifer and his crew walked back into the safehouse—bodies of monsters piled behind them, their latest hunt a clean success.
Lucifer cracked his neck lazily, stretching his arms above his head. "Zane, you've really been pulling in the good stuff lately."
Zane leaned against the wall, flipping through his black notepad. "Intel doesn't lie. And with the way we are getting stronger, it's getting easier."
Lucifer smirked as his vampires stood behind him, their bodies still glowing faintly with absorbed monster essence. Some cracked their knuckles, others leaned silently against the wall, their presence like a quiet storm. These weren't your average vampires. These were hunters.
And Lucifer? He was their cheat code.
