Chapter 88 The Secret Michael Fears
Dreams staggered backward, breath ripping out of him as if Lucifer had punched the air from his lungs. He clutched his ribs, his fingers trembling. The dream realm itself still shook light warping, shadows quivering. The spot where Lucifer had stood bled with dark energy, folding into the mist like a wound that refused to close.
“Brother…” Dreams forced the word out, each syllable scraping through clenched teeth. Pain tightened his voice. “Don’t you think Lucifer has… changed? Stronger. Much stronger.”
Michael didn’t move. He stood at the center of the ruined space like a storm given flesh. Lightning coiled around his arms, hissing and striking the ground in bursts. His eyes glowed with a cold, electric fury no warmth, no mercy.
“I’ve seen it,” he said, the quietness of his voice more threatening than a shout. “Humans worship him now. Their devotion feeds him. Every prayer, every whisper of fear they make him stronger. If he continues walking the earth, he becomes untouchable. We need to send him back to hell before the balance snaps.”
Dreams forced himself upright, brushing cracked silver dust from his robe. His breath still hitched, but he managed a weak nod.
“Are you hurt?” Michael asked. The tension in his jaw softened for half a heartbeat.
Dreams waved it off, though the stiffness in his body betrayed him. “I’ll survive. Lucifer is gone from this realm for now. He belongs below. A creature like him should kneel before us, not roam freely among mortals.”
Michael’s jaw clenched again. “And yet the dark kingdom grows,” he said, voice low. “Expanding. Spreading. That’s why I created Selena. She is no ordinary child she’s a weapon. A blade I forged to shatter the vampire realm. Soon her blood will be powerful enough to destroy every demon, and hell will return to its rightful place beneath us.”
A violent gust tore through the dreamscape, scattering silver dust into spiraling storms. Cracks stretched through the ground like black veins reminders of the clash of the three gods. Even the air hummed, charged with leftover power, vibrating like a creature struggling to breathe.
Michael turned his head slowly. “Tell me, Dreams… how did Lucifer enter your world?”
Dreams’ expression soured instantly. His lip curled in frustration. “Nature gave him the key,” he said bitterly. “The one she keeps hidden. She gave it and he used it.”
Michael’s smile spread slowly, like poison seeping into a wound. “Dorcas,” he murmured. “Of course. She would do anything for him… anything to please that devil she calls brother.” His eyes narrowed, darkening. “And that loyalty… I will twist it until it destroys him.”
Dreams tilted his head in curiosity. “And how do you plan to do that? Dorcas can’t control her power. The moment she loses control… that’s when she can hurt him. But breaking her? That won’t be easy.”
Michael’s face shifted calculated, merciless, almost eager. “I know exactly how to break her.”
Dreams stepped close, leaning in. He whispered something into Michael’s ears omething vile, something sharp enough to split the realm anew. Whatever it was made both gods throw their heads back and laugh, the sound jagged and cruel. Their laughter echoed through the broken dreamscape, bouncing off cracks and shadows like a promise of ruin.
Michael lifted his divine necklace, letting it dangle from his fingers. The faint glow inside it twisted and writhed darkness swirling like something alive, something hungry.
“Soon,” he whispered, eyes glinting, “our beloved brother will hate the Queen of Nature. I can’t wait to watch them tear each other apart.”
The smile slid from his lips, replaced by cold determination. Lucifer had entered his dream world tonight. He had been searching desperate for Michael’s hidden weakness.
But he would never find it.
Michael would bury it so deep that not even the devil’s shadow could touch it.
Because if that weakness was exposed… everything would fall apart.
On earth, Lucifer materialized inside his chamber with a violent crack of displaced air. His boots struck the marble floor, but the impact stole the strength from his legs. He staggered, catching himself on the edge of his throne before collapsing into it. A ragged breath tore from his chest raw, uneven something he hadn’t felt since ancient wars long buried in time.
A sharp burn crawled beneath his skin, lightning residue threading through his veins like poisoned fire.
“Master!” Morgana’s voice sliced through the chamber as she rushed forward. Her cloak swept the floor behind her, and she reached for him instinctively. “You’re wounded let me help.”
Lucifer lifted a hand, stopping her mid-step. Even weakened, the command in that gesture was absolute.
“I said I’m fine,” he growled.
But the slight tremor in his hand, the way his breath hitched those betrayed him. His aura, normally vast and suffocating, flickered in thin, broken pulses, like flames fighting starvation.
Morgana’s eyes widened. She could smell it divine lightning. It clung to Lucifer’s skin like smoke after a storm, hissing and whispering of Michael’s touch.
“You went into his dream world,” she said softly. It was not curiosity. It was certainty.
“Yes.” Lucifer leaned back against the throne, head tilting as a slow, wicked smirk unfolded across his lips. “And dear Michael was… very protective of something.”
The shadows around him thickened, responding to the shift in his mood.
“Did you find his weakness?” Morgana asked, stepping closer, her voice sharper now. Hope. Fear. Worry all tangled.
Lucifer laughed.
Not loudly.
Not wildly.
But with a quiet, cruel amusement that made the temperature drop.
“No,” he said. “He appeared before I could reach it.”
A low hum of dark power rolled off him as the smirk deepened. His eyes gleamed not with anger, but with hunger. Calculation. Anticipation.
“But he made a mistake.” Lucifer’s fingers drummed once on the armrest, and the shadows around the throne curled upward like living creatures leaning in to listen. “Whenever he uses that divine necklace… the darkness inside it stirs. It reacts to me. It reaches for me.”
His voice dropped to a near whisper, thick with promise.
“One day… it will bend him. And when it does, Michael will bow.”
He let his head rest against the throne, exhaling slowly as the darkness wrapped around him like a cloak, stabilizing him, sheltering him.
Shadows coiled at his feet, weaving up the throne in silent devotion.
“And then,” Lucifer whispered, eyes narrowing with a fierce, predatory glow, “I’ll make him show me everything he’s hiding.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thank you so much for reading this chapter!
Things are getting darker, secrets are slipping out, and our gods are starting to reveal their true intentions. I hope you enjoyed the tension, the twists, and Lucifer’s struggle in this one.
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