The air outside the chamber was cooler, faint traces of incense drifting from the torches set into the obsidian walls. Lucifer leaned against the curve of the hallway, arms crossed, watching the faint shimmer of wards that guarded the demon king's inner rooms.
Ruka walked toward him, boots tapping a steady rhythm on the stone floor. His coat was open, shirt half-unbuttoned from whatever fight—or trouble—he'd been in earlier. His eyes held that restless fire, the one Lucifer had seen more often since they'd started working together.
"You're done with Daniel?" Ruka asked, coming to a stop a few paces away.
Lucifer gave a low hum. "For now. I've got other things to handle."
Ruka raised a brow. "Like what?"
"Going back to the vampire realm," Lucifer said simply. "There's someone I need to bring back… Francisca. And after that, I'm finishing what I should've done a long time ago." His eyes sharpened. "Adam dies."
